<?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-301358897195454019</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:05:03.167-08:00</updated><category term='Crazy Sleeping'/><category term='Junk Mail'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='Lake Rats'/><title type='text'>The Great Scott's</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a family who loves adventure and the outdoors.  We can't wait to embark on our next excursion and we love each and every moment we spend exploring.  Being around friends, family, and nature is what makes us tick.  This is the story of our life and all of our moments that we share!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3774707200584056500</id><published>2011-03-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:06:32.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have all been sick around here for the last 2 weeks so we didn't get dressed everyday because we were certainly not going anywhere.  The coughs, drippy noses, and fevers didn't keep the dress up away though!!&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&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/-I2UaKcjJbwg/TX6dy-40SWI/AAAAAAAABeM/eb8rvmf56zE/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074087186319714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All 3 girls in 1 picture (you just witnessed a miracle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRuYz9H9mBw/TX6d0OXVTAI/AAAAAAAABek/jHmS8nknfPw/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRuYz9H9mBw/TX6d0OXVTAI/AAAAAAAABek/jHmS8nknfPw/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074108520713218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby lookin' hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPfp0AJDdbg/TX6dzrKb9uI/AAAAAAAABec/EwHkPQQnF04/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPfp0AJDdbg/TX6dzrKb9uI/AAAAAAAABec/EwHkPQQnF04/s400/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074099071383266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shelby taking a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoXrqH3zGLo/TX6dzL5KwEI/AAAAAAAABeU/Caqmps6wfqA/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoXrqH3zGLo/TX6dzL5KwEI/AAAAAAAABeU/Caqmps6wfqA/s400/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074090677452866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie after she took out her hair-do.  Rockin' the mohawk!&lt;/div&gt;&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/-I2UaKcjJbwg/TX6dy-40SWI/AAAAAAAABeM/eb8rvmf56zE/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3774707200584056500?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3774707200584056500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3774707200584056500' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3774707200584056500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3774707200584056500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2011/03/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day.'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2UaKcjJbwg/TX6dy-40SWI/AAAAAAAABeM/eb8rvmf56zE/s72-c/DSC_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-2242144679834446012</id><published>2011-03-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:50:37.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDiqOZ30mL0/TX6X11U-s-I/AAAAAAAABeE/F4ZK6-19ceQ/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDiqOZ30mL0/TX6X11U-s-I/AAAAAAAABeE/F4ZK6-19ceQ/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067539089929186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Ellie's birthday we went to Monkey Business with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Hammons.  We had a blast, but I only took video there and no pics.  When Daddy got home from work we opened presents which only lasted about 3.5 seconds because her 2 older sisters quickly unwrapped them all without any help.  Ellie could care less though, it just got her presents out faster to play with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2zFC86jGGY/TX6X1oOnTnI/AAAAAAAABd8/vZpZbfr08L4/s1600/DSC_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2zFC86jGGY/TX6X1oOnTnI/AAAAAAAABd8/vZpZbfr08L4/s400/DSC_0190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067535573569138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie really enjoyed her butterfly cake that Grandma made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGEWgyq7smw/TX6X1FEBuUI/AAAAAAAABd0/6N-rwBam6NQ/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGEWgyq7smw/TX6X1FEBuUI/AAAAAAAABd0/6N-rwBam6NQ/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067526133922114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She would only use her thumb and pointer finger to pick up little pieces to eat so it took a long time but, it was adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tArsuSkseOE/TX6X0oRGREI/AAAAAAAABds/dnhQbSJFL1Q/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tArsuSkseOE/TX6X0oRGREI/AAAAAAAABds/dnhQbSJFL1Q/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067518404117570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Hammons chillin with Ellie and all of her loot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ellie has been the EASIEST child in the world.  She has always slept great, ate great, played sweet, and is such a happy girl.  She loves to read!  She loves her sisters and wants so badly to keep up with them and do everything that they do.  She is busy, there is no place, cupboard, or drawer that she hasn't gotten into.  She has been my tallest and biggest baby she is in 3t clothes which is the same as her older sister (Libby).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is over a month late since her birthday was on 2-1-2011 so I can now say that she started walking on 2-21-2011 which was the soonest any of my kids have walked.  She is well on her way to keeping up with her sisters.  Being the baby of the family she is spoiled, but there isn't a rotten bone in her body.  We love her so much and she has been such a joy to our family.  Her smiling face always brightens my day.    WE LOVE YOU ELLIE!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-2242144679834446012?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2242144679834446012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=2242144679834446012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2242144679834446012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2242144679834446012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2011/03/ellies-1st-birthday.html' title='Ellie&apos;s 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDiqOZ30mL0/TX6X11U-s-I/AAAAAAAABeE/F4ZK6-19ceQ/s72-c/DSC_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7117842989221490832</id><published>2011-03-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:51:52.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back in Dec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been awful at updating my blog so I thought I would just quickly post a few pictures of our December 2010.  It may not be detailed, but at least I have found a couple minutes to do something!&lt;/div&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/-1e1zVt1WpKo/TX6kaaJdenI/AAAAAAAABfc/dRw-SCrFZ5M/s1600/DSC_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1e1zVt1WpKo/TX6kaaJdenI/AAAAAAAABfc/dRw-SCrFZ5M/s400/DSC_0121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081361588550258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie with her Reindeer on Christmas Eve.  I sure love my squishy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlIxy2XyUGI/TX6iW8nKFDI/AAAAAAAABfM/F21dQft6E60/s1600/DSC_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlIxy2XyUGI/TX6iW8nKFDI/AAAAAAAABfM/F21dQft6E60/s400/DSC_0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079103097181234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shelby just enjoying her sonic slush.&lt;/div&gt;&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/-q9kHORyCIaA/TX6iWvGTFWI/AAAAAAAABfE/dc81nRxChSs/s1600/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9kHORyCIaA/TX6iWvGTFWI/AAAAAAAABfE/dc81nRxChSs/s400/DSC_0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079099469698402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby trying not to pay attention to me since I was attempting at a picture.&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/-51w1dJGMNZM/TX6kaLuJFQI/AAAAAAAABfU/6EXS39UxGcU/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081357715870978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The girls making Santa cookies.  Shelby was so focused and they turned out great.  Libby re-frosted her 3 cookies about 5 times each (Santa wasn't too tempted to eat hers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aReTJM-ZCB8/TX6iWL4Pe6I/AAAAAAAABe8/PxVQwUz5fFw/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aReTJM-ZCB8/TX6iWL4Pe6I/AAAAAAAABe8/PxVQwUz5fFw/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079090015501218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening out Christmas Eve presents (PJ's &amp;amp; a game)&lt;/div&gt;&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/-gHBjY8TNnpA/TX6iV0w2dmI/AAAAAAAABe0/o-PrE86VcCc/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHBjY8TNnpA/TX6iV0w2dmI/AAAAAAAABe0/o-PrE86VcCc/s400/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079083810485858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 3 girls in their jammies and ready to start playing their game.&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/-gfwe0YqK9fA/TX6kaqpwJwI/AAAAAAAABfk/tfcDITh1ea8/s400/DSC_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081366018959106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&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;Ellie in her new PJ's.&lt;/span&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2o11poo7H4/TX6kbEybGgI/AAAAAAAABfs/D9qsH1GzmmA/s400/DSC_0142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081373034650114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&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;The girls dollhouse that Santa brought them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm4IvjAOJXY/TX6kt5Z1mII/AAAAAAAABf8/yTXLIrSK4Gc/s400/DSC_0153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081696396253314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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;Shelby wanted to take a picture with Daddy &amp;amp; this pillow ??????&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZAyFh1KRZQ/TX6mXW8-y7I/AAAAAAAABgM/2BaQE3yC0lY/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584083508214549426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby reading to me and Ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ4sjwGOmUs/TX6mW9EpkGI/AAAAAAAABgE/DAIhtpCXaRE/s400/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584083501267390562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;Ellie just being cute!!&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OpKFr5plDYA/TX6kbdNBRmI/AAAAAAAABf0/iOQyisGkYpg/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081379588654690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&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;Libby &amp;amp;  cousin Macey playing in Grandma's pantry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e61Dem8ia8s/TX6iVVBoWHI/AAAAAAAABes/BspUdt56wmk/s1600/IMG_3412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e61Dem8ia8s/TX6iVVBoWHI/AAAAAAAABes/BspUdt56wmk/s400/IMG_3412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079075290929266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first time in 3+ years that the whole family was able to get together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great Christmas Season!&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/301358897195454019-7117842989221490832?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7117842989221490832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7117842989221490832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7117842989221490832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7117842989221490832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2011/03/way-back-in-dec.html' title='Way back in Dec.'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1e1zVt1WpKo/TX6kaaJdenI/AAAAAAAABfc/dRw-SCrFZ5M/s72-c/DSC_0121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3822643395095426343</id><published>2010-12-07T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:15:19.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Snowday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I know it has been Forever since I have blogged and one of these days I may go back and update some of the fun things we did, but since my life is a little crazy we will just go from here.  With that said I have had my very first official snowday.  Despite going to school in the American Sibera I have NEVER had a day where school and work has been cancelled until last week that is.  Both work and school were rescheduled so we decided to take advantage of the PERFECT snow and make a snowman and snowball soup!  Here are some pics of our fun day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6u62JbWwI/AAAAAAAABdM/V6IW1ogdScs/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548064116957731586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6u62JbWwI/AAAAAAAABdM/V6IW1ogdScs/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ellie helping the best way she know how, by singing and laughing in her sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6u6RbQDDI/AAAAAAAABdE/fy9ktVw7BI0/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548064107100376114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6u6RbQDDI/AAAAAAAABdE/fy9ktVw7BI0/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the girls hard at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6u6GDt33I/AAAAAAAABc8/DLSGCGhEEFo/s1600/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548064104048877426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6u6GDt33I/AAAAAAAABc8/DLSGCGhEEFo/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie is dressed and ready to get out in the snow.  (no make-up happens on snow days OK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uIIxCDJI/AAAAAAAABc0/7bA8NUMolzA/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063245782355090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uIIxCDJI/AAAAAAAABc0/7bA8NUMolzA/s400/DSC_0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby putting ballons on the plant snowman that she made.  She also refused to keep gloves on so, Mom I did try :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uHuZCDyI/AAAAAAAABcs/viv9tOFAJDo/s1600/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063238702370594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uHuZCDyI/AAAAAAAABcs/viv9tOFAJDo/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby making snow angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uHCyEp_I/AAAAAAAABck/6b2k-m26Ee8/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063226996238322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uHCyEp_I/AAAAAAAABck/6b2k-m26Ee8/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 9 1/2 foot snowman, they were having to much fun to stop and pose for the camera so this is the best one we could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uGs8BAxI/AAAAAAAABcc/SLeC3e87NBo/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063221132362514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uGs8BAxI/AAAAAAAABcc/SLeC3e87NBo/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Libby with the finished product, Libby is extremely proud of her balloon idea for the tounge.&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/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uGCFMfOI/AAAAAAAABcU/xFAgS5-36zI/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063209628138722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6uGCFMfOI/AAAAAAAABcU/xFAgS5-36zI/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making snowball soup for our very hungry snowman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well needless to say we had a great time and the girls had so much fun that we all skipped a nap and made hot chocolate when we finally came inside.  I am going to try to be better at posting, but let's be honest, I am super busy and my computer moves at an incrediable slow rate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3822643395095426343?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3822643395095426343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3822643395095426343' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3822643395095426343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3822643395095426343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-very-first-snowday.html' title='My Very First Snowday!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/TP6u62JbWwI/AAAAAAAABdM/V6IW1ogdScs/s72-c/DSC_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3790120735153264345</id><published>2010-05-18T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:53:13.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I love being a Mom</title><content type='html'>So I get my camera out so that I can take a few pictures of Ellie since she has been severly negelcted on the photo shoots due to time.  As I am getting her ready her sisters are saying "cheese...cheese...mom do you see me take a pic of me too" so this first shot is the picture that I got of Ellie that I thought turned out best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728278935039538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S_MJX7oobjI/AAAAAAAABaI/-Qim1IiwvTo/s400/DSC_0658.JPG" /&gt; she is so stinkin cute, I wish I was a better photographer to capture it all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728268646587042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S_MJXVTrGqI/AAAAAAAABaA/Cjoya3u7FGE/s400/DSC_0655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her is Libby trying her hardest to get in on the photo shoot.  She is so funny I just die laughing everyday because of her little personality.  She has TONS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728259765371362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S_MJW0OOgeI/AAAAAAAABZ4/6cr9aVDDGog/s400/DSC_0642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Libby is posing for me and then comes Shelby down the stairs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728289395709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S_MJYimplMI/AAAAAAAABaQ/9IRXkcNkeUw/s400/DSC_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love my little girls they are so fun and always entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3790120735153264345?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3790120735153264345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3790120735153264345' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3790120735153264345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3790120735153264345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons-i-love-being-mom.html' title='Reasons I love being a Mom'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S_MJX7oobjI/AAAAAAAABaI/-Qim1IiwvTo/s72-c/DSC_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3776138496311346609</id><published>2010-05-11T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:57:56.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's Blessing</title><content type='html'>On May 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; we blessed our sweet little Ellie at church.  It was so nice to have family and friends in town to share this special day.  (I am kicking myself because I didn't get a picture of all 5 of us together, which once again nominates me for Mother of the Year!)  Ellie has been such a blessing to our family and I am enjoying ever second of having her in our family.  She is so calm and happy.  She is willing to give anyone a smile and is content to do just about anything you want her to.  She has slept through the night since she was about 4 weeks old and is my most cuddly baby.  I love being her mom and even though I was terrified to have a 3rd child I am so grateful to have her and she has made it very manageable.  I love you Ellie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S-ne-s68mPI/AAAAAAAABZw/1U6LXF6plY0/s1600/DSC_9943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148391209834738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S-ne-s68mPI/AAAAAAAABZw/1U6LXF6plY0/s400/DSC_9943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S-ne90xWGSI/AAAAAAAABZo/u5p5Zda4jTI/s1600/DSC_9949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148376137177378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S-ne90xWGSI/AAAAAAAABZo/u5p5Zda4jTI/s400/DSC_9949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S-ne9IddeeI/AAAAAAAABZg/ypGqs8M1Lzo/s1600/DSC_9947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148364242614754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S-ne9IddeeI/AAAAAAAABZg/ypGqs8M1Lzo/s400/DSC_9947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3776138496311346609?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3776138496311346609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3776138496311346609' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3776138496311346609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3776138496311346609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2010/05/ellies-blessing.html' title='Ellie&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S-ne-s68mPI/AAAAAAAABZw/1U6LXF6plY0/s72-c/DSC_9943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6581921987928061909</id><published>2010-04-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:18:10.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>square-foot garden</title><content type='html'>Shelby has convinced Jon and I to start a garden which we are not so sure we are excited about since we really are responsible to take care of it, but hopefully it will be a teaching/learning moment.  Here are some pics of our festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508546126029650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3G4qAI1I/AAAAAAAABY8/Q7oZLE0cIhk/s400/sound.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ellie slept the entire time, she seriously is the BEST baby in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3GRhQibI/AAAAAAAABY0/u9EAzRuc0Ws/s1600/boxes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508535620372914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3GRhQibI/AAAAAAAABY0/u9EAzRuc0Ws/s400/boxes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls loved mixing all the different types of Chicken poop, steer crap, and whatever else we mixed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3F4EwEII/AAAAAAAABYs/AhIVD-ruPWE/s1600/look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508528789917826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3F4EwEII/AAAAAAAABYs/AhIVD-ruPWE/s400/look.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was the best pic of my attempt to get them to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3FQInXsI/AAAAAAAABYk/RWILv-G7UBY/s1600/girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508518068707010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3FQInXsI/AAAAAAAABYk/RWILv-G7UBY/s400/girls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Libby throwing the mix with her bare hands in the garden while Shelby is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carefully&lt;/span&gt; scooping it up with her gloves and shovel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well wish us luck Libby already thinks it is a sandbox so if we get anything to grow I will consider it a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;!  We planted onion, tomatoes, flowers, peppers, peas, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; well that is all I can remember for right now.  Like I said I am not much of a gardener. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6581921987928061909?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6581921987928061909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6581921987928061909' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6581921987928061909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6581921987928061909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2010/04/square-foot-garden.html' title='square-foot garden'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7z3G4qAI1I/AAAAAAAABY8/Q7oZLE0cIhk/s72-c/sound.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7751716350321025003</id><published>2010-04-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:03:59.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who knows my Shelby and my Libby knows that they are both super sweet, but they are extremely different.  One of there biggest differences is at mealtime.  Shelby is easy to clean up after and Libby...well I dread feeding her only because I know what kind of aftermath is to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7u7HqL1oKI/AAAAAAAABYc/6Vx9_Drp2bY/s1600/100_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161113746907298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7u7HqL1oKI/AAAAAAAABYc/6Vx9_Drp2bY/s400/100_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby's 1st Birthday while eating her cake.  Realizing she is messy and stops completely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7u7HEd7jlI/AAAAAAAABYU/g0vsuecZMIw/s1600/DSC_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161103622245970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7u7HEd7jlI/AAAAAAAABYU/g0vsuecZMIw/s400/DSC_0612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Libby on her 1st birthday!  (notice Shelby and her look of horror)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457158284481488242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7u4i-WZZXI/AAAAAAAABYM/7uKI2tT4Ri0/s400/What!.JPG" /&gt;Libby after dinner last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457158279859767282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7u4itIfh_I/AAAAAAAABYE/Z3Ohni5UiCg/s400/clean.JPG" /&gt;Shelby after dinner last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just a day in the life at the our house.  So here is to my girls and their very unique personalities that I love and adore.  It is crazy that before kids are even 1 they already have a little Personality in them!  As different as they all are I love them to pieces.  Pics of Ellie to come shortly, next time I get 5 min to post anyway...so maybe not shortly?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7751716350321025003?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7751716350321025003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7751716350321025003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7751716350321025003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7751716350321025003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-different.html' title='So different'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S7u7HqL1oKI/AAAAAAAABYc/6Vx9_Drp2bY/s72-c/100_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5530002508285603025</id><published>2010-03-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:04:11.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This = That</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of me and all my glory at the hospital about to deliver Ellie.  While I am aware that most people don't care to see me in my PJ's before birthing a child it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; in order to illustrate the point of this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519732755419954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S47R2cN90zI/AAAAAAAABXM/84P7NqJALSM/s400/DSCN0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519739047168018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S47R2zqCSBI/AAAAAAAABXU/r5e-3CTBEOM/s400/DSCN0267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never can pose very well for the end of term &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I know that their are many types of Postpartum some people get depressed, cry a ton, lonely, angry and the list could go on and on; but for me I feel an overwhelming desire to purchase a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;copious&lt;/span&gt; amount of furniture after the birth of my girls.  I know this is strange but it has happened with all of my children and for some reason it makes me very happy.  Many of you know that Jon and I have been looking at bedroom furniture for at least a year now and I always let the "practical" side of me make the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; to hold off because it is really not that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.  After Ellie though the story changed and my will power no longer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existed&lt;/span&gt; and we bought this beautiful set; which I love!  So here is to having babies and the cause and effect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519748692736882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S47R3Xlt-3I/AAAAAAAABXc/EUrf3fajg00/s400/DSC_0649.JPG" /&gt;Here is the bed with the 2 night stands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519757411899314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S47R34Eh17I/AAAAAAAABXk/PTyhF-L8GR4/s400/DSC_0651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dresser is awesome because it has a ton of hidden compartments and it is large enough for ALL of my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519764951168946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S47R4UKB97I/AAAAAAAABXs/_nldv4-ea0o/s400/DSC_0654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see the mirror opens it can house up to a 46' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flat screen&lt;/span&gt; TV with special compartments for the DVD player.  We haven't purchased the TV yet but it is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444520089995844594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S47SLPCuG_I/AAAAAAAABX0/LCP5NZwGuYY/s400/DSC_0653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jon's dresser.  This thing was custom made for him because it is so tall that I can't see into the top 2 drawers without a stool; but he has no trouble at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say we probably shouldn't have any more kids because it ends up costing us a small fortune to ensure that I don't get depressed.  :) &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/301358897195454019-5530002508285603025?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5530002508285603025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5530002508285603025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5530002508285603025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5530002508285603025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-that.html' title='This = That'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S47R2cN90zI/AAAAAAAABXM/84P7NqJALSM/s72-c/DSCN0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1782425380908547079</id><published>2010-02-19T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:32:41.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie Ann Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ellie Ann Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Born: Feb. 1st 2010 @ 11:50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weight: 7.2 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Length: 20 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39XD3QxfkI/AAAAAAAABXE/7xxvuMns3so/s1600-h/DSC_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440162598772375106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39XD3QxfkI/AAAAAAAABXE/7xxvuMns3so/s400/DSC_0744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39XDIznBaI/AAAAAAAABW8/MmBffxkYRS8/s1600-h/DSC_7631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440162586302023074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39XDIznBaI/AAAAAAAABW8/MmBffxkYRS8/s400/DSC_7631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39XCeGi7oI/AAAAAAAABW0/vJqc8VuS_eg/s1600-h/DSC_7593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440162574838722178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39XCeGi7oI/AAAAAAAABW0/vJqc8VuS_eg/s400/DSC_7593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39UTtyYKvI/AAAAAAAABWs/3k_EpZzn7_0/s1600-h/DSC_7573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440159572571990770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39UTtyYKvI/AAAAAAAABWs/3k_EpZzn7_0/s400/DSC_7573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39US6s7xZI/AAAAAAAABWk/sHHyQEgY_jo/s1600-h/DSC_7562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440159558858950034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39US6s7xZI/AAAAAAAABWk/sHHyQEgY_jo/s400/DSC_7562.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/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39URLnUOCI/AAAAAAAABWc/SV_5AG3rB-M/s1600-h/DSC_7547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440159529039050786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39URLnUOCI/AAAAAAAABWc/SV_5AG3rB-M/s400/DSC_7547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have promised several people I would get pics of my new little angel on my blog at least a week ago and finally here I am. I have a feeling that with 3 kids I will be running weeks behind for awhile :) (sorry Molly). Ellie Ann is now almost 3 weeks old; I can't believe it, she is the most perfect baby!!! I am serious; if all babies were as easy as her we would all have more! We have heard her cry a handful of times and each cry lasts about 2 seconds if that. I am really blessed to have such a laid back girl. I am loved having her in our home and she is such a joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-1782425380908547079?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1782425380908547079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1782425380908547079' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1782425380908547079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1782425380908547079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2010/02/ellie-ann-scott.html' title='Ellie Ann Scott'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/S39XD3QxfkI/AAAAAAAABXE/7xxvuMns3so/s72-c/DSC_0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5016294720170858591</id><published>2009-12-28T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:40:10.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Excuses, and more to come!</title><content type='html'>First off let me start by saying NO I didn't send out Christmas cards this year so don't think you got kicked off the list! I didn't do them for a number of reasons and here they are in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse #1:&lt;/strong&gt; I am super lazy and never even thought about it until I started getting texts, calls, and e-mails asking where they were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse #2:&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't gotten a new family pic yet because I have 4 inch roots and I am 9 months pregnant. Not about to walk into a photo shoot in this condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse #3:&lt;/strong&gt; and the last excuse that I can think of right now... I have to send out birth announcement in like less than a month so I am going to save on postage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it... NOW onto our exciting christmas events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed home this year because I can't travel and because it is so nice to do our own thing. I had big plans to cook a great meal on Christmas EVE but the night before our new little baby (in the womb) decided to kick my ribs out of place so I was/am no longer in any mood to cook; or move for that matter. Instead we went to my most favorite BBQ place called Dickey's and we had a great meal! We then came home and opened a present from Santa which were PJ's and a family game. The girls loved it and it was so cute to see how excited they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420428027435878034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Szk6koHjBpI/AAAAAAAABVs/E94jIgAxmSw/s320/DSC_0754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420428036116260898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Szk6lIdHKCI/AAAAAAAABV0/3CHi336-tRY/s320/DSC_0770.JPG" /&gt;That night Shelby woke up at 12, 1, 3, 4, and finally at 5 Daddy went up there to tell her that Santa can't and won't show up until AFTER she goes to sleep! That ended the whole "has santa come?" Then on Christmas morning Jon and I finally went and woke the girls up at 9am. They were so excited that it took 45 min for them to even realize that there were stockings, things on the couch, or presents under the tree.  We had a great time staying in our PJ's and playing with new toys all day long, I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420430189545157730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Szk8iemkdGI/AAAAAAAABWE/k0kPtNZgOqA/s320/DSC_0771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420430196546320354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Szk8i4rxt-I/AAAAAAAABWM/1ue59Fbsv2Q/s320/DSC_0776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420430198585598290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Szk8jAR-oVI/AAAAAAAABWU/yMSvl_l3JEg/s320/DSC_0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful for my little family, I couldn't ask for a better husband he is the best Man I have ever known.  He takes great care of me and our kids;  I am so very blessed to have him in my life.  I love my two little girls!  They are so sweet and so hilarious.  There isn't a day that goes by that they don't make me just crack up!  I am so excited to have another little princess join our family soon and I feel so grateful that this pregnacy has gone so much smoother than the last.  We have had so many ups and downs in the last couple years but we are definately ending this year on the up swing!  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many more (Christmas type posts that I will hopefully get around to before the end of the year!)&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/301358897195454019-5016294720170858591?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5016294720170858591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5016294720170858591' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5016294720170858591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5016294720170858591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-excuses-and-more-to-come.html' title='Christmas, Excuses, and more to come!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Szk6koHjBpI/AAAAAAAABVs/E94jIgAxmSw/s72-c/DSC_0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5937077067522144440</id><published>2009-11-24T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:25:59.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SwxrhtdVp0I/AAAAAAAABVc/icckPTKAMLY/s1600/Oct1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SwxrhtdVp0I/AAAAAAAABVc/icckPTKAMLY/s400/Oct1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am well aware of how late this post is, but when I am pregnant it takes me longer than usual to accomplish anything especially now since I can barely waddle.  This pumpkin patch is awesome, they have a huge bubble thing to jump on the corn box (where the girls spent 2 hrs), corn mazes, hay rides, tractor pulls, slides, pig races....you name it and this pumpkin patch has it.  We went with some of our really good friends and managed to not get one single pic together (go figure).  The girls had a blast and so did Jon and I once it warmed up a bit and we weren't so worried about hypothermia.  These are our "halloween" pics because like the excellent mother that I am I forgot to even get my camera out on Halloween night!  Maybe I will dress them up again soon and pretend... or maybe not????&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5937077067522144440?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5937077067522144440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5937077067522144440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5937077067522144440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5937077067522144440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin patch'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SwxrhtdVp0I/AAAAAAAABVc/icckPTKAMLY/s72-c/Oct1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4115059178482403459</id><published>2009-11-24T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:10:21.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Swxn2ymFwBI/AAAAAAAABVU/2MZxhbUf5AY/s1600/July+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Swxn2ymFwBI/AAAAAAAABVU/2MZxhbUf5AY/s400/July+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't posted anything in so long so I decided to go through my pictures and just get random pictures and post them so these are from a couple of months.  As you can see we play "dress up" a ton the girls are so into it that it just cracks me up.  I am so lucky to be able to stay at home with my kids and be around for all of these "small moments".  I enjoy playing with my kids everyday and I am blessed to have them in my home!  LOVE THESE LITTLE CUTIES!!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4115059178482403459?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4115059178482403459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4115059178482403459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4115059178482403459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4115059178482403459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-days.html' title='Random days.'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Swxn2ymFwBI/AAAAAAAABVU/2MZxhbUf5AY/s72-c/July+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3854122789299754282</id><published>2009-11-24T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:57:35.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Swxk3eeVKBI/AAAAAAAABVM/OxMGfCts0ag/s1600/4+wheelin+aug+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Swxk3eeVKBI/AAAAAAAABVM/OxMGfCts0ag/s400/4+wheelin+aug+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was way back in Aug. but I thought it was worth posting because Shelby is sort of obsessed with Daddy Daughter Dates.  Jon took her up in the mountains and the were actaully scouting for deer before hunting season, but for Shelby it was just riding the 4-wheeler (super fast), hiking, throwing rocks, and just being with daddy.  I feel that daddy daughter dates are a must in this day and age, plus I LOVED them when I was growing up; so I am glad that Jon agrees and takes our girls on little dates each month.  Both girls love being with their dad and getting to talk to him about whatever they want.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3854122789299754282?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3854122789299754282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3854122789299754282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3854122789299754282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3854122789299754282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/11/daddy-daughter-date.html' title='Daddy Daughter Date!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Swxk3eeVKBI/AAAAAAAABVM/OxMGfCts0ag/s72-c/4+wheelin+aug+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-2748123977801287636</id><published>2009-10-12T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:38:13.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Shelby turns 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/StOTs_t4v7I/AAAAAAAABVE/9QwGx8Y7Rts/s1600-h/Oct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/StOTs_t4v7I/AAAAAAAABVE/9QwGx8Y7Rts/s400/Oct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that on Oct. 5th Shelby turned 3.  Since last year I was SO sick I felt like Shelby deserved to have a proper celebration for this birthday so I told her she could have a party.  She insisted on having a "Fancy Nancy" party which for those of you with boys it is a little girl in a bunch of books who likes to dress, act, and talk "fancy".  So we had a fancy Shelby party and she was so excited!  Her friends all came dressed up and we ate some pizza, opened presents (she made out like a bandit!), and had cake and Ice cream.  We had 30+ people and it was a great time to hang out with tons of friends.  A few facts about Shelby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKES: To read books, in fact we have to go to the library at least once a week so I don't go crazy reading those books over and over.  Cartoons; Dora, Go Diego Go, word world, super why, and backyardigans.  Tessa (her babysitter) Coloring, taking pictures, dress up is a new favorite (which she got tons of stuff for her b-day).  Olive Garden, apple juice, going to wal-mart or Target, helping mom cook, imagination games outside, baths, and so much more.  Shelby finds joy in everything we do and it is so fun to watch her enthusiasiam for life, it just makes me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISLIKES: Performing of any kind, large groups, quite time without books, Libby stealing her toys or attention of her parents, sleeping in her bed (she ALWAYS falls asleep on the floor).  Doing something/anything that wasn't her idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR: Brown&lt;br /&gt;EYES: Blue&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT: 32 lbs&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: approx. 40 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby is such a funny little girl, she is always saying things that crack me up.  She is extremely smart and has started to read quite a few words and can even spell about 10 words.  She often tells me that she is frustrated because she can't remember what the pages in her books say.  I love being a mom and I love the life that they bring in our home.  I am so proud of my little girl and all that she does.  She is starting to be such a big helper and I can't tell you how grateful I am for her help since I am so exhausted most of the time.  We love you Shelby and we are so glad you are in our family!  Happy Birthday.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-2748123977801287636?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2748123977801287636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=2748123977801287636' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2748123977801287636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2748123977801287636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/10/fancy-shelby-turns-3.html' title='Fancy Shelby turns 3!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/StOTs_t4v7I/AAAAAAAABVE/9QwGx8Y7Rts/s72-c/Oct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7003856868272979319</id><published>2009-10-04T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:10:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not....</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have been in denial for long enough and it is finally time to realize that Jon and I really are going to be having a 3rd little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sometime at the end of Jan or beginning of Feb.  I have to be honest and say that I didn't believe it when I took the pregnancy test and as a result, I ended up taking several.  After MANY tests I finally accepted the facts.  Then just Friday when they told me at my 21 week ultrasound that it was yet another girl, I had the same denial type feeling come over me again!  At least I won't have to do much to prepare for her because we already have all the girl stuff.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I have to trust in the Lord with this whole situation I was pretty certain that Jon and I were either done having children (given my last Pregnancy and all it's complications); or going to wait quite a while before having another one.  Now we are going to have three all 3 and under which means we will have a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grader when they are older!  I know I love my girls so this one will not be any different, but I am really scared about have them all so close.  I am grateful for my little miracle babies and I hope I can be a good mom to all of them no matter how many or how close they come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7003856868272979319?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7003856868272979319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7003856868272979319' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7003856868272979319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7003856868272979319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready or Not....'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4695344550767872310</id><published>2009-08-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:36:49.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Libby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBxo4z7GrI/AAAAAAAABU8/us-oFcr7jqI/s1600-h/Aug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBxo4z7GrI/AAAAAAAABU8/us-oFcr7jqI/s400/Aug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;I can't believe my baby is 1!! We couldn't get her away from her new slide to sing happy birthday to so we just brought the cake to her. She dug right in and enjoyed every bit of it except for the part when it was all gone. I love the pictures when she just breaks down, I am not sure if it is because the cake is gone or the fact that it was an ice cream cake and her hands were frozen??? Not sure we will ever really know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4695344550767872310?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4695344550767872310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4695344550767872310' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4695344550767872310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4695344550767872310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-my-baby-is-1-we-couldnt.html' title='Happy Birthday Libby!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBxo4z7GrI/AAAAAAAABU8/us-oFcr7jqI/s72-c/Aug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1404060815967737132</id><published>2009-08-22T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:48:08.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's 1st year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBvRNvfBNI/AAAAAAAABU0/XbWNkA-aogk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBvRNvfBNI/AAAAAAAABU0/XbWNkA-aogk/s400/collage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;Libby has been such a joy to have in our lives!  It was a hard road to get her here and we know how blessed we are to have been able to have a healthy baby given all that we went through.  She is definately a fighter and our little miracle baby.  This year has gone by so fast and I can't even imagine life without her.  She is a beauty, in fact every time we go ANYWHERE we get stopped by tons of people who just think she is the cutest baby with the most amazing eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes: &lt;/strong&gt;Bright Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair: &lt;/strong&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight: &lt;/strong&gt;21 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height: &lt;/strong&gt;32 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teeth: &lt;/strong&gt;3 that are fully in and 3 more starting to poke through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes: &lt;/strong&gt;Any food she can get her hands on, toys that make loud noises, her sister Shelby!!!!, Crawling, going places, hiking, her walker, riding the 4 wheeler with dad, getting into things she shouldn't, trying to walk, making messes, dancing whenever there is music playing, naps, baths, and when daddy gets home from work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;getting her face wiped, reading, when you tell her to stop when she doesn't want to, and getting her bum changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I can do: &lt;/strong&gt;crawl, say momma, dadda, bye-bye, goodnight, and hi.  Pull myself up on furniture, climb stairs, dance, throw a ball (pretty good too), sign (more, eat, and all done), clap, and wave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;Libby thanks for being such a great daughter and sister!  We sure love having you in our family and the joy you bring to our home.  Your smile can brighten anyones day and you are probably the happiest baby I have ever seen.  I love your talking and how you will just wait until strangers notice you and give them a HUGE smile that would make anyones day.  Happy 1st Birthday.  We love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2693/e893fc9c17a601bddee0140800621e73/image3538.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2693/e893fc9c17a601bddee0140800621e73/image3538.jpg"&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/301358897195454019-1404060815967737132?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1404060815967737132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1404060815967737132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1404060815967737132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1404060815967737132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/08/libbys-1st-year.html' title='Libby&apos;s 1st year'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBvRNvfBNI/AAAAAAAABU0/XbWNkA-aogk/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5849872665305340220</id><published>2009-08-22T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:20:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls</title><content type='html'>O' my dear Libby! This little girl is so stinking cute, but she is WAY into everything. Shelby was the kind of baby that NEVER opened any kitchen cabinets or got into anything except her own baskets of toys, but Libby finds great joy in destruction!!! This is her in our pantry just loving taking everything off the shelves. This group of pictures are not the "worst" of her pantry disasters, but all the others required some quick clean up. My favorite was when she somehow got the lid off of the White Vinegar and poured it everywhere and then gleefully splashed around in it! (at least my wood floors were super clean after that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864753811265394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBABuUjF3I/AAAAAAAABTg/8-_a80l76mw/s320/DSCN0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the utter joy on her face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864762121535570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBACNR3wFI/AAAAAAAABTo/Tx4pRb4cpjY/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Shelby trying to clean up all that Libby has done (she is a clean freak just like her mom!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372865142904144866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBAYXzhQ-I/AAAAAAAABT4/47hF6quYmQ0/s320/DSCN0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Libby leaving the scene as if she has no idea what just happened and her big sister back in the background trying to cover her tracks. (what mom???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBACjXntYI/AAAAAAAABTw/kS5a5E5yxBY/s1600-h/DSCN0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864768051230082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBACjXntYI/AAAAAAAABTw/kS5a5E5yxBY/s320/DSCN0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This smile is her thinking she just got away with something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is one of my favorite Moments of Shelby in the last couple weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864741710169090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBABBPbBAI/AAAAAAAABTY/LX_k2KIs380/s320/DSCN0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come up the stairs to get her from her nap and I open the door to find this scene along with a very naked 2 year old. I can't stop laughing and I ask her "what are you doing?" Her response is priceless... "Mom, I am just finishing hanging up all my laundry!" So I take a picture or two and then start to take down the "laundry" to get her dressed and she yells at me "Mom, you are messing up all the hard work that I just did!!!" Not sure where she has heard that, but I can't argue with her logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love my girls and all the funny things that they say and do, they keep me on my toes and ensure I laugh at least 120 times a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5849872665305340220?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5849872665305340220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5849872665305340220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5849872665305340220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5849872665305340220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-girls.html' title='My girls'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SpBABuUjF3I/AAAAAAAABTg/8-_a80l76mw/s72-c/DSCN0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-39934840939570393</id><published>2009-06-15T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:11:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a big girl now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaclKi7ZZI/AAAAAAAABN8/k4D68BQRg2E/s1600-h/shelby+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347633769848989074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaclKi7ZZI/AAAAAAAABN8/k4D68BQRg2E/s320/shelby+215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is about a month late, but hey that is usually how my life goes right now so here we go. When the girls and I got back from St. George we decided that it was time to get rid of the paci for Shelby (finally! we tried when we first moved her, but we all know that would just have been evil since I was in the hospital for so long), put her in a twin size bed instead of a toddler bed (since she was to long for it), and the dreaded Potty training. Well let me just start off by saying that she is a CHAMP, because all of these things went so smooth that even I was surprised at how well she did. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630961492984194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaaBsmrgYI/AAAAAAAABNs/d-63o5AifOE/s320/shelby+208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the paci's I had gotten an idea from a $1.00 kids book to "mail" the paci's to babies that need them. So that is what we did! We put all of her paci's in a huge manela envelope and wrote a letter to the babies saying that she hoped they would like them and that she was big now so she didn't need them anymore. In return the babies would send her a jump house when they knew that she was a big girl and could sleep in her big bed without paci's. This worked like a charm since she has ALWAYS wanted a jump house and we had to wait for it to be shipped anyway. It was pretty hilarious because if she was crying in bed we would just tell her that the babies wouldn't send the jump house until they knew she could sleep good. This would always shut her up no matter how worked up she was. Needless to say she is happy to have a jump house and could care less that she doesn't have any paci's anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630952519047698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaaBLLIGhI/AAAAAAAABNk/N328bnUVLUE/s320/DSC_0511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630945880319666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaaAycVJrI/AAAAAAAABNc/Ww1Nr1jUsmo/s320/jump.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630941693531394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaaAi2H1QI/AAAAAAAABNU/VKlNqdZjbpA/s320/DSC_0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her big girl bed was no problem at all, she loves to climb up in it and she loves having sheets with covers that she calls "her tent". Almost every night when we check on her she is completly under the covers because she likes her tent so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630962956292498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaaByDj0ZI/AAAAAAAABN0/Tw0A2JFCe_s/s320/shelby+213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the potty training this was soooo much easier than I thought it was going to be. My sister Jamie sent me a method called 3 day potty training and it totally worked for Shelby. She had about 20 accidents on the first day and only 1 on the second day and none on the third. She still wets the bed about 1 time a week, but it usually is my fault because we ate dinner too late so she drank too much before bed. She loves to pick out which panties she is going to wear for the day and it is so cute to see her little bum in a swimsuit without a huge soggy diaper. I don't really have any pics of her with her panties so you will just have to know that she is potty trained and now has no more diapers. It is crazy to me how fast she is growing up, but I just love being her mom and seeing all of her changes and how proud of herself that she is. GOOD JOB SHELBY! We sure love our Big Girl!&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/301358897195454019-39934840939570393?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/39934840939570393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=39934840939570393' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/39934840939570393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/39934840939570393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-big-girl-now.html' title='She&apos;s a big girl now'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjaclKi7ZZI/AAAAAAAABN8/k4D68BQRg2E/s72-c/shelby+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6931617942110086207</id><published>2009-06-10T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:18:49.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Moments!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that sometimes the best moments in life are the unscriped and undocumented ones? About 2 weeks ago we potty trained Shelby (details to come later) and so we were stuck at home for the weekend. We had so much fun just being our little family and being home alone. I was cleaning up the house and saw this precious moment and thought to myself "this is what it is all about, this is what makes every trial, hard time, frustration, and bad day worth living." These are my favorite moments! I think sometimes I get so caught up in life that I forget to make sure that I am living.  I am so grateful for such a wonderful husband and such sweet little girls, I really am blessed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808870451492754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjAg2Chkt5I/AAAAAAAABNM/wVm7kGeowas/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808869345305282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjAg1-Z1osI/AAAAAAAABNE/kgg-BqLYz8U/s320/DSC_0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6931617942110086207?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6931617942110086207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6931617942110086207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6931617942110086207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6931617942110086207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favorite-moments.html' title='My favorite Moments!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SjAg2Chkt5I/AAAAAAAABNM/wVm7kGeowas/s72-c/DSC_0495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7125671168186128511</id><published>2009-06-01T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:10:26.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>lots of traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month was a little crazy at our house because we were constatly leaving town. We first went to Idaho Falls for a weekend to spend some time with Jon's family. We had some great meals and a fun time at the Zoo (I forgot my camera, I'll have to get pics from my Father-in-law). We got to see all the aunts, uncles, cousins, and Grandpa Wirkus. This was the only pic that I was able to take. which by the way was difficult to get everyone or anyone for that matter to look at me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342493048431169122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRZHy67zmI/AAAAAAAABKk/IlgG5Axseh8/s320/100_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342493283797038946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRZVfuh92I/AAAAAAAABKs/LQH8Yldhxso/s320/100_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jon's parents were SO nice to watch our girls on Friday night so we could have an anniversary date; we ate at Cafe Rio' and then saw the movie "Ghosts of Girlfriends past" (really cute). I also got to spend some time with Heidi as we bought our New York tickets and figured out our shows, which have changed a little from my previous post. All in all it was so much fun and the girls did great in the car minus the blow out, spilled formula, throw up, and scratched up hands at the rest area where we were &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;trying to fix &lt;/span&gt;all the previously mentioned items. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next weekend we went to Salt Lake for a wedding of a great family friends. We stopped to see some of our very best dental school buddies Brooke and Darren and it was so much fun letting the kids play and catching up on things, even though we talk all the time it was nice to see them in person. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342505852342970338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRkxFNZJ-I/AAAAAAAABK0/PkWyw468Bqo/s320/100_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rylee, Libby, Logan, and Shelby outside of Mimi's cafe in Salt Lake area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip went even smoother and we were able to meet my parents there and stay at the same hotel which was so fun. After the wedding the girls and I hitched a ride to St. George to spend 11 days with the family and cousins. Poor Jon got very lonely and bored, but at least it was quiet...right? We had so much fun swimming every day, going to "what women want" this is a huge convention that has tons of booths set up with things that women would want (purses, bows, hats, shoes, jewlery, photography, books, diet things, etc) SO FUN!!! Shopping and crafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelby was so excited because she got to have her 1st sleepover with her cousin Kallie (Jamie's little girl) and they had a blast doing girly things. Jamie and I had a blast to because we NEVER get to just talk without interruptions anymore! Then a couple nights later we got to do it again but Matt's wife Haley and their little girl Macey got to come too so Libby had a little cousin. We crafted until who knows what time and the next day we paid for it, but I loved every second of it. p.s. thanks for teaching me how to do the watch bands "for real" this time and all the other things too.  Here are some pics of all the cousin time.  We also had some movie nights so Shelby and her cousins could eat popcorn and watch movies.  Unfortunatley I forgot my camera both times we were with Jamie's family so they got kinda let out of the pics.  SAD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507094823370978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRl5ZzzgOI/AAAAAAAABLM/BLrucwHqIsY/s320/100_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cru, Shelby, and Treyson hanging out at Grandma's house the first night that we were there.  They were all so excited to see each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342505860142716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRkxiQ_16I/AAAAAAAABK8/5aazsEZas08/s320/100_1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cru and Shelby eat root beer popsicles.  These two are 6 days apart and are the best of friends when they see each other.  ADORABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507102268026738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRl51iv73I/AAAAAAAABLc/5Xo-RzNBPkg/s320/100_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treyson, Shelby, and Cru for movie night.  they are cheesin' it up for me obviouisly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507112941920610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRl6dTmoWI/AAAAAAAABLk/JVUc-yY5eIQ/s320/100_1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa and Shelby watching cartoons together.  Since Grandpa actually had to kinda raise Shelby alone for a couple weeks these two have a very special bond with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507083697196146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRl4wXHjHI/AAAAAAAABLE/PJIIB4KAt_0/s320/100_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Koda and Treyson doing something that Grandma didn't want them too.  climbing down the hill between the two houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508932472179506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRnkXlbCzI/AAAAAAAABM8/2DSqODPUhEs/s320/100_1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma and Shelby eating on the front porch after swimming.  These two are so fun to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508739413032098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRnZIYiPKI/AAAAAAAABM0/wvcCIQ-45CU/s320/100_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Haley and Macey after swimming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507096691842370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRl5gxSHUI/AAAAAAAABLU/PYBx_kt5W3w/s320/100_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macey is stoked to have her picture taken... Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507980746900658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRms-IbxLI/AAAAAAAABMM/uEwfZuxWvwE/s320/100_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treyson being a big helper when the wind blew our napkins out the gate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507961246549602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRmr1fMBmI/AAAAAAAABL0/7Xpi_mitrLE/s320/100_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Macey's back, Aunt Jamie, Kallie, Uncle Matt, Treyson, Kaden, and Shelby.  Sorry it's the best we could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507974028081826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRmslGiuqI/AAAAAAAABME/sLZsyMja-HA/s320/100_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Shelby (libby is almost always in bed when the camera comes out so in my defense she was there just sleepy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507968002336498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRmsOp5JvI/AAAAAAAABL8/h7Q4iu27MBM/s320/100_1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cruey Louie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508719198494994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRnX9FA4RI/AAAAAAAABMU/nEvXpFvljcs/s320/100_1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kole, Treyson, Macey, Libby, Kaden, Shelby, Cru, and Kallie the only one missing is Koda because he was in Vegas with his daddy.  I didn't think Jamie would like Kallie's face so I posted two pics with everyone looking cute in at least one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508720099660050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRnYAb3kRI/AAAAAAAABMc/JwAN2mYQA7s/s320/100_1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The grandkids again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508728823821218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRnYg73s6I/AAAAAAAABMs/lKNjD-CvGew/s320/100_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kole 1, Libby 9 months, and Macey 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508727145551186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRnYarvVVI/AAAAAAAABMk/bI9EwdXG21I/s320/100_1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shelby got really confortable in the water!  this is her waiting to be taken to the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507955273447202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRmrfPFtyI/AAAAAAAABLs/lEG-ykWHFHw/s320/100_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;While I was there one of my life long friends Paige Warthen came up to visit me!  It was so nice to visit with her and we remembered at 1 am to take a pic so here we are tired, but proof we saw each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I braved the airplane with both girls by myself from Vegas which actaully went pretty smooth because they gave my mom security clearance to help me on the plane.  Without her help I think I would have had a nervous breakdown since they make you take your kids out of strollers, carseats, etc and make you take their shoes off, fold the strollers up and put them on the belt, as well as the car seats and anything else you have (NIGHTMARE!) but with my mom it wasn't all that bad.  My girls were angels on the plane, Libby slept and Shelby talked to anyone who would talk to her and got lots of treats from the flight attendants.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was a much needed vacation, but I have to say it is good to be home!!  We all missed daddy a ton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7125671168186128511?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7125671168186128511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7125671168186128511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7125671168186128511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7125671168186128511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-of-traveling.html' title='lots of traveling'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SiRZHy67zmI/AAAAAAAABKk/IlgG5Axseh8/s72-c/100_1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-9040747487126792141</id><published>2009-04-28T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:18:30.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List!</title><content type='html'>Let me start out by saying that I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now have all of you seen the movie bucket list? If you haven't then you should. This past summer Jon and I watched this show while I was in the hospital, it was very appropriate for the occasion since it is about 2 men that have cancer and are GOING to die it is just a matter of time. So they decide to make what they call a bucket list which is a list of things that they want to do before they die (no matter how big or how small). Well one of my items on my list was one that I thought may never happen or if it did I would be much older with all my kids grown up. I wanted to go to New York City for a week (not to tourist because I have done that too many times already) but to go to as many Broadway shows as I possibly can. Since I knew that this would not be a top item on Jon's list I said that I would love to make it a girls trip and go with my two best friends from college Heidi and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well needless to say, Jon schemed and that is right folks I am going to New York with my girls on June 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Now only just recently have I been able to sleep because I have been so excited (for about a week) since I pry ed the info out of Jon. We will be able to see 4 shows and we will actually have some time to tourist as well. Our shows that we will be seeing were chosen by all of us each with a number 1 chose and then a group choice on #4... Wicked, Chicago, In the Heights, and South Pacific! SO STOKED!!!!! We will be staying at the Marriott that is on Broadway looking over time square so it will be easy to walk everywhere we need to go and then there is always the Subway for our touristy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are asking why Jon is doing this for me it is for my Birthday/Anniversary present. We will be celebrating our 7 year Anniversary tomorrow (I'll post about that tomorrow) and my Birthday was last month, but I was pretty sick so we didn't do anything. Anyway I am just so excited about this that I thought I would share a bit of my joy with all of you! Thanks again honey for doing this for me, you are the best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-9040747487126792141?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/9040747487126792141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=9040747487126792141' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9040747487126792141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9040747487126792141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/04/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4276535684095396630</id><published>2009-04-24T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:36:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 28, 1922 -  April 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfJI1nKV5lI/AAAAAAAABKc/a8O4l0mVwRE/s1600-h/CIMG0577%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328401395015345746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfJI1nKV5lI/AAAAAAAABKc/a8O4l0mVwRE/s320/CIMG0577%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby, Me, Grandma Leck, Grandpa leck Aug. 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been pretty difficult for me to put on here or even write about because I think I am still in shock or denial. This Easter Sunday my 87 year old Grandpa past away. He was diagnosed with cancer in his kidneys, liver, and possibly his pancreas 10 days before he passed. The doctors wouldn't give him a time other than "it could be 2 days, 2 weeks, or 2 months".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know I was born on my grandpa Lecks birthday so I feel that I have always had a special bond with him and he with I. We have celebrated our Birthday together for 27 years; many times even traveling to have a combined "party". I know I haven't been as close since I have been out of the house, but I always look forward to hearing from him on March 28th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really trying to go see him one last time, but with my own health it just wasn't in the cards; in fact my mom flew in just hours after he passed away. I have a lot of guilt and a lot of sorrow for this decision to not be there for him when he needed me most. I know he wasn't too coherent, but at least I could have held his hand and told him I Loved him one last time. I was going to write him a letter to tell him, but I didn't do that in time either. The other thing that is so aggravating to me is that I was to sick to talk to him on our Birthday so I didn't even do that. Plus I have ALWAYS saved his birthday cards that he sends me every year until I get the next years so that I have the last card he ever wrote to me. Again I don't have that, for some unknown reason I guess it got thrown away. The other thing that is difficult for me is that he had in his will that he wanted to be cremated and not have any type of funeral service; while I respect his wishes I do have a hard time that I won't be able to say goodbye and see (at least his body) for the last time. This blog is kinda just rambling but I am sobbing to hard to really think about what I am typing, so I am just trying to write whatever comes to mind (as you can see I have a lot coming to mind). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that I will get to see him again and I know that it will better than it was hereon earth, but sometimes that doesn't make me feel any better. I loved my Grandpa despite all his quirks and I will miss him. One thing I do remember that he wrote in my Birthday card is "Annie- I have always loved you more than anything or anybody in this world and I hope you know that! Please bring those beautiful girls of yours and your handsome hubby to see your old gramps...soon." Well I am sorry I didn't make it Grandpa, but I will bring them all to see you later...I promise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4276535684095396630?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4276535684095396630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4276535684095396630' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4276535684095396630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4276535684095396630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-28-1922-april-12-2009.html' title='March 28, 1922 -  April 12, 2009'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfJI1nKV5lI/AAAAAAAABKc/a8O4l0mVwRE/s72-c/CIMG0577%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-2492372028709363919</id><published>2009-04-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:58:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years a comin'</title><content type='html'>I'm sure we all have friends out there that you would consider to be "best friends", but because of life, family, geography, and circumstances you don't get to see them very often. Well for me that is Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006868968632466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfDiBLG3cJI/AAAAAAAABKU/Cgd_o7Rthwg/s320/DSC_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kate has the most beautiful olive skin and ALWAYS makes me look like a ghost in pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I went to BYU-Idaho together and met the first summer we were there. While at school we were roomates some of the time and friends always. She has been threre for me through a lot of ups and downs over the last 9 years and I like to believe that I have been there for her as well.  It has been over 5 years since we have seen each other and on Easter Weekend her and her daughter Brooklyn came for a visit because her younger brother was getting married in Boise.  I was so excited that they stayed with us and we stayed up WAY TO LATE catching up.  I had never met Brooklyn and she had never met my girls so it was so fun to see each others "mini me's".  Our girls got along like they had known each other for years and were best buds.  It was so cute to watch them play and use their imaginations together.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006849174433682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfDiABXj75I/AAAAAAAABJ8/yCFvx7p4oiM/s320/DSC_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here the girls are"Hiding in the kitchen" and singing to one another!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006855286700050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfDiAYI1uBI/AAAAAAAABKE/4nD4xLq8Y4k/s320/DSC_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing in the ball pit while watching for monsters to come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006865476233506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfDiA-GNqSI/AAAAAAAABKM/Jrk6ZvZuusc/s320/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brooklyn had to get ready for the wedding and Shelby couldn't let her take a bath alone.  Can you tell that my little Shelby is having SO much fun in every pic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though our lives have changed a ton in the years we haven't seen each other it seemed like we picked right up where we left off.  We definately didn't get to spend as much time as we would have liked, but hey I will take what I can get.  Plus we get to have a girls week in June so I am so excited.  I will post details about that later.&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/301358897195454019-2492372028709363919?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2492372028709363919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=2492372028709363919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2492372028709363919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2492372028709363919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-years-comin.html' title='5 years a comin&apos;'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SfDiBLG3cJI/AAAAAAAABKU/Cgd_o7Rthwg/s72-c/DSC_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7637606474421127868</id><published>2009-04-22T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:09:05.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Easters!</title><content type='html'>I know this is soooo late, but like I said before I am just trying to catch up. :) WARNING:  This will be kinda long so unless you care you can just look at the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Easter we celebrated a couple of times and the girls didn't mind at all. It was so much fun because Shelby actually got it this year. First we had our Best Buds ever come and stay with us, the Schow's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614987617353794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se99mrT6wEI/AAAAAAAABIU/2WOwAOiT2h8/s320/DSC_4603%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Shelby with her concentration face while dying eggs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614987257684210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se99mp-KoPI/AAAAAAAABIM/-dv8JhW6RXE/s320/DSC_4593%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shelby and Jonah.  These two are really good buddies despite their age difference.  I reserve the right to use this pic later in life if I need too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614984466322386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se99mfkp09I/AAAAAAAABIE/6ZDE5_tDANE/s320/DSC_4585%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing the colors!  Jonah was really good at this and Shelby well ummm she is 2 so she just dyed the same 6 eggs over and over and over!  But she did love every minute of it and Jonah was able to go to town and did an awesome job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618556279791810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-A2ZnWIMI/AAAAAAAABJM/XBeUN_k9vV4/s320/DSC_4595%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dying the egg yet again just in a different color this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614992199139746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se99m8YTQaI/AAAAAAAABIc/m_Z0Ki09KG8/s320/DSC_4644%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shelby's Loot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonah and Shelby dyed eggs together and we got a few bribery pics for when they are older and then we had an Easter egg hunt. The kids had so much fun and Heidi and I had tons of fun laughing our cute kids. It was so fun to have them visit!  We mostly watched a TON of movies because apparently Jon and I are way behind on all the good flicks plus I was still a little sick from the week before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327617740328716050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-AG59cxxI/AAAAAAAABIk/ZVFi1KWJELY/s320/DSC_4649%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I finally got a picture with Heidi; only because I MADE her promise. We have been friends for almost 9 years and this is the ONLY pic I have of her (go figure) I guess we just are too busy having fun when we see each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Easter Sunday we had the easter bunny come and the girls loved that.  It was way fun to have them rummage through their baskets, but it is difficult to get a good pic so these are the best I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327617756443754066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-AH1_kvlI/AAAAAAAABJE/IiF4T-R-FCM/s320/DSC_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Little Bunny Lou Lou!  She actually didn't mind these ears and wore them for a really long time.  Pretty funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327617745486506434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-AHNLKacI/AAAAAAAABIs/fBcvzWI16F0/s320/DSC_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shelby was pretty excited about her ears to and the rest of the stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327617751300572402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-AHi1WBPI/AAAAAAAABI8/vUOjUt3VYR0/s320/DSC_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you are all asking "this is the best you had" and my answer is "i know pathetic, right?"  Shelby was ready for the day and poor Libby is still just loungin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327617750092256354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-AHeVQlGI/AAAAAAAABI0/o9gpwrzrFo0/s320/DSC_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our attempt to get both girls and their baskets.  Libby wasn't too great at sitting up yet which is why I had to be in their.  (p.s. she is a pro now and can sit up on her own!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later that night we went to our good friends the Hermansen's for dinner which was super delicious and then we had another easter egg hunt at our neighborhood park.  All of our girls loved it as you can see from the pics below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618556360263330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-A2Z6iBqI/AAAAAAAABJU/a5nOKLEOHeg/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618560627412978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-A2pz5j_I/AAAAAAAABJc/cONoxz-rh_M/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Libby, Chloe, Shelby, and Rylee.  These girls are best friends and can't stop talking about one another.  I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618566065991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-A2-EjsRI/AAAAAAAABJk/QsemOv23NZM/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shelby found one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618564399584194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-A233QU8I/AAAAAAAABJs/Fbg8SlVEeCc/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chloe was sooo cute and got this excited with EVERY single egg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618694324365170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se-A-b3vJ3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/nk3RI8_VLNc/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rylee is adorable and was so much fun to watch run around and find the "hard" ones.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are so grateful for all of our family and friends and are blessed to have so many people in our lives that truely care for us.  I am really one of the luckiest Mom's in the world to have such a wonderful family and life.  I am grateful for the atonement and the true reason for this celebration and everyday I live I realize how lucky I am to have the chance to still be around.  Thanks to all who celebrated with us!  We love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7637606474421127868?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7637606474421127868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7637606474421127868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7637606474421127868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7637606474421127868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-easters.html' title='Our Easters!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se99mrT6wEI/AAAAAAAABIU/2WOwAOiT2h8/s72-c/DSC_4603%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6578260697636042035</id><published>2009-04-21T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:21:21.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Hammons to the Rescue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I got out of the hospital (in March) my mom came up to Boise to take care of us for a week. It was so nice because she had just been here with my dad the day before I was admitted in the ER. The girls always love to have her come visit and she is a life saver for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238692350908082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se4nXaNK1rI/AAAAAAAABHo/8QhivDeN6G0/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Shelby with her Chocolate pudding that Grandpa Hammons had gotten her when he was here.  As you can tell she is nothing like her mother, she LOVES chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238698014153506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se4nXvTZGyI/AAAAAAAABHw/Lv5yWDhU7F8/s320/DSC_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Grandma you want a kiss, special for you?"  Can you tell that Grandma is not quite sure she really wants that chocolaty kiss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238687215911426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se4nXHE5AgI/AAAAAAAABHg/iad0Boej8u4/s320/DSC_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am convinced that NO adult can pretend and play like my mother!  this is their city that they made and this game lasted for at least a good hour or so.  Shelby and Grandma are on the same page the whole time and just keep playing off of one another.  Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238683300925666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se4nW4ffEOI/AAAAAAAABHY/WF3Fq4CxKZE/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Libby is my thumb sucker but she will only do it right before you lay her down or when she first gets up in the morning before her bottle is ready.  I had to catch this cuteness because it is only at certain times and usually I am the one who has her.  Grandma just eats this little bundle of joy up.  She is seriously so stinkin cute, if I do say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238699213165026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se4nXzxQkeI/AAAAAAAABH4/MB4sX1sd4HU/s320/DSC_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had been trying to get Libby to eat "baby food" and she would just get the throw up shivers and spit it out so my mom decided to make homemade baby food and freeze a ton for me while she was here.  It was night and day difference, now my Libby Lou loves to eat her food.  She is always this happy, but when she is eating she is so giggly and blows bubbles and squeals.  So fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see we had a blast even though the circumstances were not ideal.  My mom is amazing and so helpful and selfless.  I couldn't ask for a better role model or friend and I just hope that one day I can be a mom just like her!  Love you mom and thanks again!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6578260697636042035?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6578260697636042035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6578260697636042035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6578260697636042035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6578260697636042035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandma-hammons-to-rescue.html' title='Grandma Hammons to the Rescue!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Se4nXaNK1rI/AAAAAAAABHo/8QhivDeN6G0/s72-c/DSC_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1932860620137991946</id><published>2009-04-20T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:30:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I start?</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling a little overwhelmed with my blog lately because so many things have happened since my last post and I don't know where to start. SO instead of feeling overwhelmed I am gonna just take it one step at a time and hopefully catch up soon. I have some pictures that were taken when I was in the hospital last month that I just think are adorable. As you know Grandpa Scott took care of the girls while I was sick this last time and let me just say that Shelby LOVED it!! He did the cutest thing for her lunches that I think is blog worthy for sure. it is called her "cookie face". She know asks for a "cookie face" almost every day for lunch. Grandpa said that it took her a REALLY long time to eat it because she was too busy playing with it. Thanks again Grandpa I know it isn't easy to just jump in and play mom!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326900378556562322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sezzq9HB-5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/E_O3yH76zW8/s320/DSC_3381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326893366391344402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SeztSywkDRI/AAAAAAAABGo/ke9N_8ix_gM/s320/DSC_3377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The other pictures that I have were the day before I last went to the hospital of our Blimp attempt. We flew it inside for a while, but the helium so was strong that it was always getting stuck on the fan. This thing was WAY bigger than we ever thought it would be so we were pretty glad that our ceilings are 20 ft. high otherwise it would have bumped us all in the head. So we took it outside and it was super windy so it popped before Shelby and Libby got to see it. But it was entertaining for the neighbor kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jon and Uncle Tyson putting much concentration into setting this thing up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326899867173296562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SezzNMDwmbI/AAAAAAAABGw/2iaQIc2UO0c/s320/DSC_3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326899878308976962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SezzN1itmUI/AAAAAAAABHI/XoWgDPj94JM/s320/DSC_3297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our blimp Magical right???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326899875438700386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SezzNq2Yp2I/AAAAAAAABHA/3wKXLZF7WRQ/s320/DSC_3281.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The neighbor kids "driving" the blimp.  The wind was so strong that I am pretty sure the remote control didn't do much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326899868340637618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SezzNQaEz7I/AAAAAAAABG4/bIAiDhE2MJw/s320/DSC_3280.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the tree that finally popped it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay well that is all the time I have for now so hopefully I will get to this sooner rather than later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-1932860620137991946?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1932860620137991946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1932860620137991946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1932860620137991946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1932860620137991946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-do-i-start.html' title='Where do I start?'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sezzq9HB-5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/E_O3yH76zW8/s72-c/DSC_3381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-727044417756339237</id><published>2009-03-29T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:01:49.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Sick of being Sick!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know it has been a long while since I have posted, but I have an excuse; I was in the hospital AGAIN!!!! For those of you that follow my blog you know that this last summer was a crazy whirlwind for our family and that it is lucky that myself and our little Libby are even alive. We went through a ton and every doctor that hears the saga has told me "girl you should be dead"... umm thanks I guess. I was also told that because of what I went through I would probably not feel "normal" for a good year or more. Just as I was told I have felt pretty crapy since the surgery in Aug. but I always thought that would be my "normal" for a long time so just get used to it. This last Sunday my in-laws were in town and Jon was flying out of town when I was in so much pain that I finally let my good friend Kristin take me to the ER. They did an ultrasound, CAT Scan, and tons of blood and pee tests. Turns out this time I had a kidney infection, inflamed liver, and bacteria in my blood. They said that if I had waited 1 more day my body would have gone septic and started shuting down organ by organ... AWESOME. Luckily my in-laws were here so they could take care of my girls while Jon was gone and I was once again hooked up to a bunch of stupid IV poles with my butt hanging out of my adorable hospital gown. This time I didn't have to stay for 3 months like before only about 3 days. On Wed. my mom flew into town to contuine taking care of our family since I am out of commission again. I don't know what we would do with out our family and there help because heavens know that I am worthless. Thanks again to everyone and their help!!! Anyway I am not trying to complain, I know that we all have our own trials and stuff, but seriously could I please get a new one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my birthday yesterday which I was very grateful that I wasn't in the hospital for although it would have been fitting given my last year.  My mom said that she would watch the girls while Jon took me to dinner, but that turned out to be not a good idea because I got super sick being up for that long, but o'well at least we tried.  We will just have to "celebrate" another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some cute pictures taken of my girls while I was gone! This is why I keep fighting and this is what makes this all worth living for!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824922175612898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SdBDFhzFp-I/AAAAAAAABGg/iOQ1V7ujbmc/s320/DSC_3408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824918475021010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SdBDFUAzGtI/AAAAAAAABGY/gBuyL60_IYE/s320/DSC_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-727044417756339237?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/727044417756339237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=727044417756339237' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/727044417756339237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/727044417756339237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-sick-of-being-sick.html' title='I&apos;m so Sick of being Sick!!!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SdBDFhzFp-I/AAAAAAAABGg/iOQ1V7ujbmc/s72-c/DSC_3408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1053127854351595358</id><published>2009-03-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:53:26.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy! Busy!! Busy!!!</title><content type='html'>Well this last week has been Crazy busy, but so much fun. On Monday my parents were able to make a quick trip up to see us. I was so excited for a couple of reasons (1) because I know that when my parents come in town I will get a break from the monatony of being a stay at home mom (2) all the "projects" that I have waiting for me to do will get done in no time and (3) I love their company and our conversations!!! For those of you that know my parents you know that they work at a pace that I am sure no one else can. I knew that we would be really busy when they came so that is why when they got here I had to remember to bust out the camera or we would never remember to get any pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086423679205666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2p-T0_gSI/AAAAAAAABE4/lk9o5vG-ruc/s320/DSC_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is Grandma Hammons reading books to the girls while feeding Libby. My girls absolutely adore their Grandma and how much time she spends playing with them. I have never met a more hands on Grandma!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309087803240774418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2rOnGGexI/AAAAAAAABFg/AGQSSiSI9Io/s320/Grandma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libby has a new thing where she likes to eat with no one holding her, but she won't hold her own bottle??? O'well Grandma loved spending time with her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2p_MxPUtI/AAAAAAAABFQ/UyolWcH6Wbg/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086438964286162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2p_MxPUtI/AAAAAAAABFQ/UyolWcH6Wbg/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how excited Shelby was to have them leave! (she also refused to get dressed for the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086442022317714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2p_YKVLpI/AAAAAAAABFY/nVET2UoHSjI/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa can always get her to laugh! Libby loves their new flower toys look how interested she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2p_HwHfgI/AAAAAAAABFI/XwIhLBSYBDo/s1600-h/DSC_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086437617401346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2p_HwHfgI/AAAAAAAABFI/XwIhLBSYBDo/s320/DSC_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Hammons &amp;amp; Libby Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309087815055008770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2rPTG1ZAI/AAAAAAAABF4/HokmGrmIMdM/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are some of the Many projects that we got done. I made all these bows and then we covered the little tiny book of Mormons with paper and put a flower on it. Way cute and fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309087809996646706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2rPAQ06TI/AAAAAAAABFw/e3PEC7sU9sU/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some changing pads for my Friend who is having a little boy soon. This has been on my to do list Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309087808433070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2rO6cCn_I/AAAAAAAABFo/klhiOI6h2M8/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My pantry shelfs which I couldn't be happier about. They are selling these organizers at Costco right now and I am so glad that I had my parents to help me with it. My Pops and I customized it to the cans that I use and so I have a spot for all our "normal" items. LOVE IT, thanks pops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just the projects that I have pictures of I also got help with Oil changes, new air filters in our house (we have custom-hard to find sizes), hanging pictures on the wall in Libby's room (pictures to come), lunch with Jon almost every day, grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, and probably many more that I can't think of right now. I was so sad to see my parents leave because I never know when the next time that I see them will be. I also know that even the 3 months they lived with us this summer still wasn't long enough so I am convinced that no matter how long they stay I won't want them to go. Thanks again for all your help and company, we sure love and miss having you close by. O'ya when they left Shelby says "mom, I not want to stay here I want to go to George with Grama and papa" I guess we will have to fly down soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309096623969386402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2zQC3rv6I/AAAAAAAABGA/iStfmBdpQzc/s320/DSC_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well my parents left on Friday morning and then that night Jon's family came into town. It was Grandma and Grandpa Scott, Aunt Jessica, Uncle Tyson, and Aunt MaKall (not sure if I spelled that right) I kinda forgot about taking pictures until they were leaving and Shelby was down for a nap so she is MIA in all the pics. It was a short trip but it was good to see everyone. Grandpa and Uncle T got the winch put on Jon's 4 wheeler while he was a work and Jon was so happy that it finally got done and so was I so now Jon can clean up the garage that has been driving his OCD wife crazy for the last couple of months. The kids had a blast hanging out with everyone and Shelby had plenty of people who would read library books to her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309096632496641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2zQiovVxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/tKHFo-mAepw/s320/DSC_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Libby was having so much fun when Grandpa was throwing her in the air she forgot it was nap time and just kept on laughing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309096634704302002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2zQq3Fj7I/AAAAAAAABGI/qjVJB-wJSxk/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Libby with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Scott&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love having so many visitors and are glad that we finally have a house that can accomadate so many people.  Even though it has been a crazy week it has been a good one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-1053127854351595358?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1053127854351595358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1053127854351595358' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1053127854351595358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1053127854351595358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy! Busy!! Busy!!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2p-T0_gSI/AAAAAAAABE4/lk9o5vG-ruc/s72-c/DSC_0389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3974599460606174403</id><published>2009-02-18T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:54:48.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Smart for her own Good!</title><content type='html'>So I am constantly telling these cute stories to my mom and a few others that I regularly talk to on the phone, but I thought I would post this story because I was trying so hard to not crack up out loud, but in the end I couldn't hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Shelby and I were eating lunch. We had some lunch meat, string cheese, grapes, tomatoes, crazines, and wheat thins. Shelby was super hungry and kept asking for more of everything. "More meat Peese!" "More grapes Peese" "More Crazines Peese mom!" So I was getting her seconds and even thirds of each item. (Side note...Shelby is VERY regular, if you know what I mean) Given this little fact I try not to give her too much fiber otherwise her 4 times a day will quickly turn into 6 times and then her bumm starts to hurt her. So when she proceeded to ask for more crazines I simply told her that 3 handfuls is enough and she could have something else if she were still hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then told me, "MOM!!! you need to go to time out right now, you are not listeninginging very good, not listeninginging good at all. Time out for 2 more times "(meaning 2 minutes) I was first shocked that she put two and two together and then was overwhelmed with laughter! How in the world do you tell a 2 year old that the rules just don't apply to you when you don't listen to them? Needless to say she didn't get more crazines but she got some pretzels in their place (some good carb, plug up food!) Everyday is hilarious around here with little stories like this one I just LOVE being a mom and being able to stay home with my girls so I don't miss any of their funniness!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304274161008329938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZyRPwYvRNI/AAAAAAAABDU/Opz5egVlM7A/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is like a year old, but I was looking through some and found another "funny moment"  I think every post should have a picture if possible!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3974599460606174403?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3974599460606174403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3974599460606174403' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3974599460606174403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3974599460606174403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-smart-for-her-own-good.html' title='To Smart for her own Good!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZyRPwYvRNI/AAAAAAAABDU/Opz5egVlM7A/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6732296998683127157</id><published>2009-02-16T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:52:24.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward</title><content type='html'>I thought this would be something fun to do. I saw this on a lot of my friends blogs... and I have won a few awesome things (so I kinda have to do it now). They are all a little different. Some tell you what you will get others have left it a surprise. Some give things out to the first 5 comments others to the first 3 comments...so I am going to go in the middle with 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first four people to respond to this post will get something made or bought by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make or buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- What I create or get will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- It'll be done this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be poetry or an article on properly cleaning your your house before guest come to stay. I may draw or sew something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. (which you would totally love because everyone knows what an amazing cook I am.) Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange and/or awesome! The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 4 people who do the same on your blog. The first 4 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS gift from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6732296998683127157?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6732296998683127157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6732296998683127157' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6732296998683127157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6732296998683127157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8707764390701631983</id><published>2009-02-12T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:13:38.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby is 6 Months Old Today!</title><content type='html'>Today Libby is officially 6 months old.  I can't believe how big she is getting and how fast she is becoming a little girl instead of my little baby.  I decided that I would go ahead a do a photo shoot with her this afternoon so here are the pics that I took.  (P.S. my Heidi did do some retouching for me :) Thanks again for making my pics awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzLeVQTYI/AAAAAAAABC0/qNtSiQIY_w8/s1600-h/DSC_0408%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302059671024061826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzLeVQTYI/AAAAAAAABC0/qNtSiQIY_w8/s400/DSC_0408%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a classic Libby drowl when she is on her tummy, she will scootch with her toes dug into the carpet and will get so excited that she is moving that she drowls, I think it is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzLBGeUGI/AAAAAAAABCs/7HAuxo8Xj2k/s1600-h/DSC_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302059663177437282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzLBGeUGI/AAAAAAAABCs/7HAuxo8Xj2k/s400/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get her to look at me, but I guys our bookshelf was way more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzK2KvXuI/AAAAAAAABCk/0nIhvU6WvzA/s1600-h/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302059660242542306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzK2KvXuI/AAAAAAAABCk/0nIhvU6WvzA/s400/DSC_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her cracking up at my faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302059677874763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzL32ltTI/AAAAAAAABDE/PfMOdIILQEE/s400/DSC_0417%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definately true...she is a thumb sucker.  She will grab her favorite blanket (the strip one) and hold it with her thumb in place in order to fall asleep.  She drops the blanket after she gets a good grip on her thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302059668268522018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzLUESGiI/AAAAAAAABC8/AE0wANJbdL0/s400/DSC_0414%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shelby thought that all of us girls needed to paint our toes and fingers the same horrific pink.  That is why my fingernails look as if I am 14 years old.  But Libby &amp;amp; Shelby's look so stinkin cute.  Libby can't stop staring at her toes she thinks they are awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some facts about my little miracle baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bright Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brown and growing back a little each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea because I have been really bad at taking you to the doctor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height: &lt;/strong&gt;26 1/2 inches long (you are so tall that you are wearing 6-12 month clothes; who    would have guessed that she was a premie!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things she can do:  &lt;/strong&gt;roll over from your tummy to your back, grab any toy in sight, scoot forward with you toes, find her thumb anytime and any place, almost sit up, smile tons and giggle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;her swing, to be ignored, and breast feeding (she completely refused to do it any longer at 5 months; which is fine with me because I am not a huge fan either).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicknames: &lt;/strong&gt;Libby Lou, munchin, and Miss Lou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality&lt;/strong&gt;: well you are FULL of personality and are probably the happiest baby I have EVER seen.  You will smile to anyone who even looks at you and you are constantly giggling to the point of spit up coming out your nose (which only makes you laugh harder).  You don't ever cry!  You let out a few warning cries when you are ready to go to bed and then as soon as I lay you down you find your thumb and turn your head away from me as if to say goodbye and goodnight!  You get so excited when we come to get you from your crib I love it because your body will shake uncontrolably because you can't contain how excited you are.  When dad gets home from work you wait so patiently for him to get changed and say hello to Shelby and then when he comes to pick you up you probably wet your diaper because you are so excited.  You love to read books, especially with Shelby and you will read for as long as someone will read just kicking your legs. You LOVE your bouncer and will sit and kick while we eat any meal.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Libby I am so grateful to be your mom and you have brought nothing but joy into my life.  You are such a miracle and I know that you are a blessing to our family.  You couldn't be happier for life and we couldn't be happier to to have you in our life.  We love you and are so honored to be your parents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8707764390701631983?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8707764390701631983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8707764390701631983' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8707764390701631983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8707764390701631983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/02/libby-is-6-months-old-today.html' title='Libby is 6 Months Old Today!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SZSzLeVQTYI/AAAAAAAABC0/qNtSiQIY_w8/s72-c/DSC_0408%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4926864493482032740</id><published>2009-01-30T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:26:10.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPWdi4SJwI/AAAAAAAABCc/W67pQ9xWi5M/s1600-h/DSC_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297313389785261826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPWdi4SJwI/AAAAAAAABCc/W67pQ9xWi5M/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last couple of weeks we have been going to the library every Monday when Jon has his day off. The first time that we went we read books for close to 2 hours and then decided that it was time to go. Well Shelby didn't agree and she threw a FULL on FIT! For those of you who know Shelby you know two things: that she is generally very agreeable and just goes along with whatever Mom and Dad say (so nice) and that she is OBSESSED with books. Well she was so naughty that the books that we had just checked out we returned them without taking them home and we told her that the way she was acting was TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE. We were going to go get a special Library basket so that she could keep her own books seperate from her library ones, but because of her actions we scratched that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the next week we tried it again and we sufficiatly preped her on what we expected her to act like when it came time to leave. Well 2 hours later we said "okay Shelby pick out 15 books you want to check out and then it is time to leave." She happily picked them out, checked them out, and marched out of there with a great big smile. (that was more like our little girl). We got in the truck and she asked if we could go to Wal-Mart and get a special box for her books, so we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every week it has been enjoyable now and Shelby loves to read her books to Libby when we get them home. She always drags her basket to where Libby is laying and then proceeds to read her all her "Libry books" to her. Here is a picture of her reading them to Libby while Jon and I are getting breakfast and bottles ready. We are so glad that our book tantrum has gone away and we have our precious book worm back.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297312437446547714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPVmHJCmQI/AAAAAAAABCU/SjSRUfXebYA/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" /&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/301358897195454019-4926864493482032740?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4926864493482032740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4926864493482032740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4926864493482032740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4926864493482032740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/library-basket.html' title='Library Basket'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPWdi4SJwI/AAAAAAAABCc/W67pQ9xWi5M/s72-c/DSC_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7103158758688116273</id><published>2009-01-30T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:11:33.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I am in College again!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend one of my very best friends, Heidi came to town with her family. I know that I have talked of her before and I am aware that I don't ever have a pic. of her, but she has sworn to me that next time we get together we can take a pic. and she will no longer be my secret imaginary friend. (THAT BETTER BE TRUE) We had a great time with them, it is crazy how much you can miss having such a great friend close by. Heidi and I stayed up until ridiculous times in the morning just chating it up and our kids (Jonah &amp;amp; Shelby) didn't get to bed to early either. Jon and Brian would just give up waiting for us to come to bed which was probably a smart decision. On Sat. the boys let Heidi and I go and get massages and then go to the mall while they watched the kids. It was so much fun to just spend some quality girl time. Jon also worked on Brian's and Jonah's teeth which Jonah was fasinated by all the drills and stuff. He was an awesome assistant to Jon while he worked on his dad. Anyway we were so sad to see them go and we wish that they would move to Boise, but I will take 4 1/2 hours away over 11 hours away anyday. Thanks for coming all the way over to Boise guys and we will be coming to stay at your house soon. Thanks again for the pictures that you did for us, we absolutely love them and they look great on our walls! Here are some pics of the pics they look a lot bigger in person. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305280741154306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPPFiVgngI/AAAAAAAABB0/1R7JTY7t4Sc/s400/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305300864680610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPPGtTVQqI/AAAAAAAABCM/G0EwVNcTb1g/s400/DSC_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305294250204386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPPGUqUXOI/AAAAAAAABCE/4WProVuoGS8/s400/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305290114158034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPPGFQNTdI/AAAAAAAABB8/o2XQ1lq-S1w/s400/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7103158758688116273?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7103158758688116273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7103158758688116273' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7103158758688116273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7103158758688116273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-i-am-in-college-again.html' title='I feel like I am in College again!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SYPPFiVgngI/AAAAAAAABB0/1R7JTY7t4Sc/s72-c/DSC_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-2521469748262780630</id><published>2009-01-05T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:39:01.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, When Chocolate come home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight when I was tucking Shelby in bed I was asking her what songs that she wanted to sing. So we sang the usual Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, twinkle twinkle, Happy family, and then she asked me "Mom, When my Chocolate cominginging home?" For those of you who don't know she has a favorite stuffed animal dog named Chocolate. We accidently left it in Idaho Falls at my friend Heidi's house. Heidi is coming to visit in just a couple of weeks so I have been telling Shelby that her friend Jonah is just borrowing Chocolate for a little while. She usually seems pretty satisfied with the answer and just says "I miss him, I miss him so much Mom." Well tonight she asked me sing "I'm so glad when Chocolate comes home" (I just sang I'm so glad when daddy comes home replacing daddy with Chocoate). Then she turned over and said "thanks mom, when Chocolate comes home I gonna give him a great big kiss!" She just melts my heart and I feel so bad that we forgot her stuffed dog. This picture was taken back in July but it has chocolate in it so I decided to use it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288019937525280802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SWLSHbVgsCI/AAAAAAAABBI/gj-RvakePto/s400/DSC_0322.JPG" border="0" /&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/301358897195454019-2521469748262780630?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2521469748262780630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=2521469748262780630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2521469748262780630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2521469748262780630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-when-chocolate-come-home.html' title='Mom, When Chocolate come home?'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SWLSHbVgsCI/AAAAAAAABBI/gj-RvakePto/s72-c/DSC_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3438526434260659369</id><published>2009-01-05T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:21:57.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School!!!?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to start this blog by saying that Shelby is obsessed with reading and so I have to remember what books we read in order to understand what she is talking about. She has a book called "Froggy goes to School" we read this book about 1-2 million times a day so it wasn't surprising when Shelby asked if she could go to school now. I thought about it for a minute and this is what I came up with for us to "go to school." She thought that this was so awesome and wanted to stay at school all day. We tried to trace Libby too but she HATED it O'well she is only 41/2 months I guess that is okay for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287936873505369202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SWKGkdv6LHI/AAAAAAAABAg/U53LPPvl2KI/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Shelby and her traced body. She was so excited to take a picture that she couldn't lay there still. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938143193913282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SWKHuXtP18I/AAAAAAAABA4/iHNeiGkdU3U/s320/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can see Shelby drew Grandpa Scott, Grandpa Hammons, Duck, Snake, Frog, and a Dog (can't you tell?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287936895162363314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SWKGlubVrbI/AAAAAAAABAw/6t-9uYyEdog/s320/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shelby wanted to stand on the bench because that is how I took the picture of her and her colored self. "take picture of me mom, on my bench!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3438526434260659369?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3438526434260659369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3438526434260659369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3438526434260659369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3438526434260659369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/school.html' title='School!!!?????'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SWKGkdv6LHI/AAAAAAAABAg/U53LPPvl2KI/s72-c/DSC_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3307425117586008264</id><published>2009-01-02T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:43:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scott Yearly Recap</title><content type='html'>Okay so I really like to do a yearly account of what happened that was exciting or note worthy so bear with me or just skip this blog. Most people do this in their Christmas card, but i wasn't that on top of things this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286827594290047586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6Vr6pkKmI/AAAAAAAABAI/HkD-UrtE3LY/s320/DSC_5408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well Jon graduated dental school this year in May and then we moved to Boise, ID where we bought a house and started a dental practice. He got to go hunting this year, but not nearly enough (is it ever enough though?) Even with all the changes that have happened Jon has had to be the rock of our family this year and we are so grateful that he has been there for all of us girls. We had a little bit of a scare this summer when my body decided to freak out on us. I was 6 months pregnant and ended up going to the hospital thinking that I was in labor and finding out that I was dying instead. I had Pancreatitis caused by galstones. As if that wasn't enough my body was trying to keep our precious baby alive so it started to shut down and work on just the baby. Therefore my lungs then collasped and sent me straight to the ICU where they put me on a bunch of machines to keep me alive (and the baby) On top of that I had a growth in my chest that was the size of a softball and an infection in my PICC line (feeding, IV tubes put in through your arm and leads to your heart). Infections are really scary to get though this because it is a direct passageway to your heart for the bacteria to get too. Anyway we finally induced me at 35 weeks (Aug 12, 2008) and we had our miracle baby Libby Marie Scott. She did really well at first and then took a turn for the worst with her breathing, but recoved from that really well. She is such a fighter! Two weeks later I went in for surgery to get my galbladder removed as well as the "softball" growth. Libby and I got to leave the hospital on the same day, even though I was in no shape to care for a baby. Luckily my parents were able to be with us for about 3 months while I was sick to take care of Jon, Me, Shelby, and now a new little one Libby. Thanks again for all you did, Jon and I don't know what we would have done without your help and support!!!! It took several months to recoup but now the whole family is alive, healthy, and happy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286826835359474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6U_vaao4I/AAAAAAAABAA/wGB4hLzeAco/s320/DSC_5878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shelby turned 2 in October and is our little angel! She loves to read books, take pictures, color, do makeup with mom and could take a bath all day everyday if we would let her. She helps mom clean the house and loves to do the Laundry. Moving here she was a little out of place for awhile when I was in the hospital, Dad started work, we were in a new house, and Grandma and Grandpa were basically her parents, but now she has tons of friends here and LOVES "Shelby's house." In fact it is hard to get her to want to leave the house sometimes!! Shelby Loves Libby and is always bringing her toys or tell her "it okay siter, Shelby here for you, no matter what."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286826043007515554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6URnq_O6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/yZUbWDeZ1es/s320/DSC_5971.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Libby is almost 5 months now and is doing great! She sleeps through the night from 8pm- 8 or 9am. She loves to grab any toy that you put in her arms reach, she hates tummy time in fact she just rolls over so there really is no such thing as tummy time for her. She adores Shelby and watches her all day. Libby loves her crib waterfall toy and her "bunny fu fu" that she got from Uncle Glen and Aunt Gayle. Libby is our little fighter and is extremely tough (I guess that is why we are so lucky to have her alive today)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286826048208359602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6UR7C90LI/AAAAAAAAA_4/5Bh8SFOqPqs/s320/DSC_5525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It has been a very eventful year for us with a lot of changes going on, but we wouldn't want it any other way. Thanks to all of our family and friends for your love and support and especially your prayers! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286826031893105938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6UQ-RGzRI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5ojiYjzJoAU/s320/DSC_5479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that whatever the journey of life has in store for all of us we can stay on the path and remember what is truly important. We have been so blessed this year by our Savior and his atonement for us. I am so grateful for my family and feel so lucky to be able to spend another year with them! Happy New Year from our family to yours!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286830429210137346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6YQ7jL0wI/AAAAAAAABAY/P0sSi8wI3lA/s400/DSC_5626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3307425117586008264?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3307425117586008264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3307425117586008264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3307425117586008264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3307425117586008264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/scott-yearly-recap.html' title='The Scott Yearly Recap'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6Vr6pkKmI/AAAAAAAABAI/HkD-UrtE3LY/s72-c/DSC_5408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8456785988746110072</id><published>2009-01-02T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:52:10.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it has been a CRAZY couple of weeks so here are the pics. from our Christmas. It started out on Christmas eve when we went over to Brent &amp;amp; Ambers to have dinner, watch a movie, and open our PJ's a tradition for both families. We got through the dinner (which was delicious) and then got so busy playing and watching our movie (polar express) that we totally forgot about the Pj's until it was getting late and Libby was REALLY wanting to eat. So we took off and opened them at our house instead; I am not a big fan of wipping out the boobs outside of my own home. (I forgot to take my camera over there so I don't have any pics of that.) Anyway Shelby thought it was awesome to have had Santa come to her house early while we were gone and so she helped Libby open her present too. Then we went to bed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286812802807177362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6IO8FPIJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/2FdMn43ECdQ/s320/DSC_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shelby was so excited for her PJ's&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286810136648456738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6Fzv3dmiI/AAAAAAAAA-g/K2h_WVHaLj0/s320/DSC_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't Libby looked Stoked&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286810149550373794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6F0f7hO6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/i4-TmrYaIog/s320/DSC_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Trying to get a picture with Libby not rolling all over the place and Shelby actually looking at the camera is a modern day miracle so here is our miracle picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286810159675716082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6F1FplsfI/AAAAAAAAA-w/MxqxRf1WbUM/s320/DSC_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shelby was being soo cute with Libby telling her about Santa and giving her tons of kisses.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286810167848989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6F1kGP9SI/AAAAAAAAA-4/CzclznjFBNs/s320/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is what the girls woke up to.  Shelby was so excited and Libby just wanted to eat but she now likes all of her loot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286811307415818530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6G35UJ0SI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yyUNwkzpfCI/s320/DSC_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shelby opening her stocking she was mesmerized by this toy, but her favorite thing was her Camera.  She walked around the entire house telling everyone and everything to "say cheese guys; for your picture." and then after she would push the button she would look at the picture on the screen and tell us, "wow guys you look beautiful!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286811313265942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6G4PG7n-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/3FzPL1Hu0rA/s320/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom helping Libby open her stuff.  She was pretty into all the bright colors.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286811319505807138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6G4mWoZyI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/85w65fvDeeE/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Say Cheese guys!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286811333396166338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6G5aGWdsI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/rxANxmUF4bc/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay stockings "say cheese" after we put Shelby down for a nap Jon and I decided that we would look at the pictures that she took.  We were really shocked when we turned on the camera and it said that she had taken 279 pictures in 1 hour.  Most of them were of the ground or her feet and almost all of them were blurred because a 2 year old can't hold still to take a picture she is already off to take the next one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways our Christmas was really fun especially since this was our first year to ever have our very own Christmas with just our little family.  We had a blast!  The next day we were off to Idaho Falls to visit Jon's family and meet his sisters Fiance from England.  The roads were awful so it took us close to 7 hours when it is only supposed to be a 4 -41/2 hour drive.  Luckily the girls are awesome in the car so it was no big deal except we just had less time to spend with our family and friends there.  (I forgot my camera on this trip too so there are no pics. but I will still bore you with my details.)  We stayed with my really good friend Heidi (the one who takes the amazing pics of our family)  it is always fun to hang out with her and even if we haven't spoken for a long time we just pick right back up and it seems as if no time has passed at all.  In fact we stayed up till 2 the first night because we had so much to talk about, we felt like we were back in college.  P.S. Heidi I know you are blog stalking me so leave a message!!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway then we went over to Jon's best bud Josh's house and met their kid who is already 1 year old.  He was adorable!  We spent an hour or so and then we were off to Jon's parents house to have lunch and hang out.  We visited for a while and then went over to Grandpa Wirkus's house to have Schnizel (I don't know how to spell it)  and Huckelberry ice cream.  It was so yummy and I wanted to eat more, but there was No room in the inn!  Then we went back to Heidi's house and played Rock Band all night, which we are all amazing at by the way.  Jon is now convinced that we need to get this game, thanks a lot Heidi!  After another late night we finally decided we weren't that young anymore nor were we very good at Rock Band so we went to bed.  The next morning we went to Jon's parents fixer uper house and looked through it.  It will be really nice when it is done, but for now there is a lot of fixing up to do.  They love all that kind of stuff though so it should be fun.  We then loaded up in the truck and had another LONG drive home since the roads were still really bad!!!  All in  all it was a great trip and a great Christmas so we can't complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8456785988746110072?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8456785988746110072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8456785988746110072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8456785988746110072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8456785988746110072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SV6IO8FPIJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/2FdMn43ECdQ/s72-c/DSC_0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-926299250423348720</id><published>2008-12-30T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:07:25.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoveling the Driveway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVqM6J8AH5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sAfg8t4nLeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692043400585106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVqM6J8AH5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sAfg8t4nLeQ/s320/DSC_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All ready to help mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVqM4pNXtfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/B9cGZjTdoWU/s1600-h/DSC_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692017435194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVqM4pNXtfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/B9cGZjTdoWU/s320/DSC_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we moved to Boise and have our own house I have realized how much work it is to shovel the driveway. I actually really like doing it, but it is definately a new thing for me. I have been told that I will only have to do it a couple times each winter because even though it snows often the snow melts pretty quickly after it falls. Shelby loves to get all bundled up and play in the snow and ask about 1 million times...."mom, what you doininginging?" (she adds about 3 ings at the end of anything that ends in ing).  Anyway we have a blast but it will probably get really old, although for now we really enjoy it.&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/301358897195454019-926299250423348720?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/926299250423348720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=926299250423348720' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/926299250423348720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/926299250423348720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoveling-driveway.html' title='Shoveling the Driveway'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVqM6J8AH5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sAfg8t4nLeQ/s72-c/DSC_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3586414895731065398</id><published>2008-12-30T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:45:43.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery of the missing 5 x 7</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to even have to write about this, but for those of you who know me...well you know that this totally sounds like something I would do!  Here is the story.  For Christmas I always print off a 5 x 7 picture for both Jon's mom and My mom to send with our Christmas card.  This year my mom came to town while I was sending out our cards so I just gave hers to her.  Then I put the other (Jon's moms) in an envelope and thought that I put the Label on it immediately so as not to send a 5 x 7 picture to someone on my christmas card list that would for obvious reasons not want to display it proudly in their home.  Well I asked my mother-in-law if she got the picture and she said "NO, what pic?"  Holy CRAP!!!  I sent it out to someone else because I don't have it at my house.  Anyway if you got a random 5 x 7 of our adorable family would you please let me know just so I can stop feeling so dumb and at least know who I embarrassed myself with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3586414895731065398?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3586414895731065398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3586414895731065398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3586414895731065398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3586414895731065398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystery-of-missing-5-x-7.html' title='The mystery of the missing 5 x 7'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5410650104152959350</id><published>2008-12-28T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:41:57.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Holiday Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't had much time to blog given that our family is so busy having fun. Let me start way back to the week of the 10-16th. My parents decided that they didn't get to spend enough time with our girls when they came for Thanksgiving because we had so many people here and it was just crazy so they came back to visit. We were so happy to have them here again and we had our first storm roll on through while they were visiting, so we made snowmans. Now I have to comment that when my parents are in town we are having so much fun and doing so much that we don't get many pictures. Somehow my parents were able to live with us for about 3 months this summer and we have VERY few pics especially of my mom with the girls. For those of you that know my mother know that she is always doing something, I don't think that she has a lazy bone in her body and so she is ALWAYS playing with the girls or helping me with different projects that I have around my house. So I want to apologize to my Mom for not even getting one picture of her this trip, I will do tons better next time; I promise. About my projects that my mom helped me with, they were mostly organizing closets because I am such a clean freak that I have to get rid of stuff on a regular basis. Plus I wanted to move Libby upstairs to her crib since she is sleeping 12 hours a night and I won't have to be hiking stairs in the middle of the night. Anyway here are the few and only pics that I was able to take while they were in town.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285079352295131842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVhfq1tNisI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IAS6a9zegdE/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Cheese Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285079367596909522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVhfrutcI9I/AAAAAAAAA74/zcU97GWWDT0/s320/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shelby was so excited to play in the snow it was so cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285079376185305682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVhfsOtEqlI/AAAAAAAAA8A/QscxuzRamSc/s320/DSC_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She always wanted to "kiss our noman"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285079379916806882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVhfscmu2uI/AAAAAAAAA8I/7gvQZIYhaWY/s320/DSC_03714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shelby and her favorite boys to do stuff with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next thing that I wanted to blog or journal about was our NORTH POLE TRAIN RIDE! We went with some of our good friends (the Jenkins) on a train ride to the north pole to see Santa. Well actually we left from Horseshoe bend and then ended up somewhere between there and Emmett. The Jenkins got us first class tickets which meant that we got our very own Caboose; it had it's own bathroom, 2 couches, 4 swivel chairs, and a stewardess on board to get us snacks or whatever we needed. The ride was about 45min each way and then we spent about the same amount of time in the "North Pole". The North pole was set up so cute with carols being sung by the elves and Santa with Mrs. Klauss handing out candy and letting the kids visit "their house". Anyways this was SOOOOO much fun and Shelby and Libby totally dug it. This will have to be a tradition every year with the Jenkins(Kristin &amp;amp; Jason &amp;amp; Will) because it was such a blast!!! Thanks for taking us guys. Here are the pics from that fun trip.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446802525246258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmt3Qe90zI/AAAAAAAAA8o/PimUWpWakEE/s320/100_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  They are in no particular order because Blogger was being stupid!!!  I also can't put any comments under each picture for some reason so &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shelby &amp;amp; Will on the back of our Caboose&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_NyJbrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/UMtGOE83bpk/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450237774229170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_NyJbrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/UMtGOE83bpk/s320/100_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_KtT11I/AAAAAAAAA9g/1ibfciX4uFU/s1600-h/100_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450236948633426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_KtT11I/AAAAAAAAA9g/1ibfciX4uFU/s320/100_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmt2XDsMnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ix8QKtai9Jo/s1600-h/100_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446787110023794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmt2XDsMnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ix8QKtai9Jo/s320/100_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv17USG2I/AAAAAAAAA84/Qzjfb51Q1rw/s1600-h/100_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448978686679906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv17USG2I/AAAAAAAAA84/Qzjfb51Q1rw/s320/100_1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv2kpvJjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/nmUhqAopl78/s1600-h/100_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448989782517298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv2kpvJjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/nmUhqAopl78/s320/100_1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv23hyGUI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kg6kzcjRINc/s1600-h/100_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448994849429826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv23hyGUI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kg6kzcjRINc/s320/100_1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv2wfvdQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/GpIbEvSVSNE/s1600-h/100_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448992961819906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv2wfvdQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/GpIbEvSVSNE/s320/100_1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmt24FMeGI/AAAAAAAAA8g/X7KlWn0WxyY/s1600-h/100_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446795974703202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmt24FMeGI/AAAAAAAAA8g/X7KlWn0WxyY/s320/100_1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmt2zerw4I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g2HZ0tTbQek/s1600-h/100_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446794739434370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmt2zerw4I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g2HZ0tTbQek/s320/100_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv3E3fx8I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/MtctvgHJfzI/s1600-h/100_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448998430164930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmv3E3fx8I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/MtctvgHJfzI/s320/100_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_nqt1UI/AAAAAAAAA94/fEdAlImFWSE/s1600-h/100_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450244722382146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_nqt1UI/AAAAAAAAA94/fEdAlImFWSE/s320/100_1211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_W6T7yI/AAAAAAAAA9w/nAOGvPz7VI8/s1600-h/100_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450240224390946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw_W6T7yI/AAAAAAAAA9w/nAOGvPz7VI8/s320/100_1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw__Ij5dI/AAAAAAAAA-A/LKTxowesrqk/s1600-h/100_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450251021575634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVmw__Ij5dI/AAAAAAAAA-A/LKTxowesrqk/s320/100_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a fun day Libby and Dad enjoyed some bouncer time while Shelby slept and I did whatever moms do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5410650104152959350?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5410650104152959350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5410650104152959350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5410650104152959350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5410650104152959350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-holiday-events.html' title='Our Holiday Events'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SVhfq1tNisI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IAS6a9zegdE/s72-c/DSC_0349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6677393554524747396</id><published>2008-12-18T13:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:45:19.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby is 4 Months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUrYhvNfy4I/AAAAAAAAA7o/A390G81qhEk/s1600-h/100_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281271587165686658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUrYhvNfy4I/AAAAAAAAA7o/A390G81qhEk/s320/100_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUrYhG8wYXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/0S4Yxb9tKBI/s1600-h/100_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281271576358052210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUrYhG8wYXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/0S4Yxb9tKBI/s320/100_1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby Marie Scott is already 4 months old.  I can't believe she has been here for that long!  Time just flies by.  I can't remember life without you, but it also seems like you just got here.  Well I am totally copying my sis-in-law Haley, with the way that she updates about her kids. So here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Dark brown, but getting thinner by the day.  It is always so sad when the baby hair falls      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          out and they get the bald spot on the back of their head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes: Bright Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how much you weigh but I would guess 10ish and you are REALLY tall just like your dad.  You wear 0-3months in shirts and 6-9 months in pants because everything else is to short for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likes: Mom (you are sort of a mama's girl, your bouncer, being tickled, laughing, pepermint ice cream (I couldn't make her wait until next year to try it!), you love when Shelby talks to you and holds your hands.  Reading books always gets a lot of kicking action, and you love the TV and you love your crib.  Sucking on her fist (the dentist in dad hates that) but it is so stinkin cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dislikes: Being scared or sudden noises, When mom puts you down, waiting to be fed, being left out of the fun, and you never will stay on your tummy for tummy time.  She learned to roll over at 4 weeks old and won't stay on her tummy since.  (Libby was 5 weeks early so I am pretty sure that she wasn't supposed to be able to do that yet, go figure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sleep from 9-10pm to 8-9am and then you take a nap around 11 and another around 1 and yet another around 4.  I am so grateful that you have been on this schedule since you were about 2 months old.  You eat great!  You will take a bottle or mom, whichever is available (since I was so sick when I had you my body doesn't quite produce enough milk, but we will take what we can get)  You love to laugh and giggle and you are the toughest girl that I know.  You really are a miracle to even be alive and you are thriving at life.  I love being your mom and I am so grateful that we both are here and healthy.  IT WAS WELL WORTH THE FIGHT!!  I love you Libby and I know that Shelby and Daddy are crazy about you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6677393554524747396?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6677393554524747396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6677393554524747396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6677393554524747396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6677393554524747396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/libby-is-4-months-old.html' title='Libby is 4 Months old'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUrYhvNfy4I/AAAAAAAAA7o/A390G81qhEk/s72-c/100_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8072924740678559296</id><published>2008-12-16T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:02:23.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Disasters</title><content type='html'>I have to put a disclaimer on this post that this was the first time that any of us had made gingerbread houses (except Amber).  With that said this was a disaster!!!!!  I had called Jon's mom and gotten all the details and receipes for the frosting and all that.  She told me to make rice krispy treats to use as the "frame" of the house.  YEAH RIGHT!!!  Dispite the fact that our houses looked like a huge pile of dung we had a good time.  We had some of friends Brent and Amber over to have dinner and then do our houses.  We had tons of fun, and there was certainly a lot of laughter, mostly at how awful our houses looked.  Next year I am totally buying one of those pre-packaged gingerbread house kits.  NO more fancy pants Annie, lets just face it, I am not a master when it comes to the kitchen!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280613798272855202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiCRYoUbKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Y672a_iib-o/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shelby loved eating the graham crackers and all the candy that she picked out at the store.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280613810011492306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiCSEXBz9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/d39nTpA-uYc/s320/DSC_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Carter, Amber, Shelby, and me trying to get our creation to work...not happening!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280613806470786754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiCR3K27sI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-6ZayyvP2Uc/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such concentration! (Carter &amp;amp; Amber)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiDTQAk43I/AAAAAAAAA7I/QgR-oweqHns/s1600-h/DSC_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614929830044530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiDTQAk43I/AAAAAAAAA7I/QgR-oweqHns/s320/DSC_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon tried to pitch in and help, this is Shelby laughing hysterically because our house is caving it at that very moment.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280613815465522226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiCSYrXtDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/JWT0mtfGvWk/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brent &amp;amp; Ambers finished house... Yep you guessed it they just gave up with the graham crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiDTPVPF7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/X1TGiTIzfW0/s1600-h/DSC_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614929648261042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiDTPVPF7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/X1TGiTIzfW0/s320/DSC_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least the Candy was Yummy (Brent &amp;amp; Carter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiCS4Jt0-I/AAAAAAAAA64/Bqdj3uIaniw/s1600-h/DSC_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280613823914300386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiCS4Jt0-I/AAAAAAAAA64/Bqdj3uIaniw/s320/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my finished house.  We even bought the cutest candy ever that looked like little rocks so we could make it look like our real house.  There is some resemblance right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614942159273234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiDT98F_RI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/YQo1hW5yBlA/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going, Going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614951019015650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiDUe8a7eI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/b2Lhp_nlz0w/s320/DSC_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gone!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8072924740678559296?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8072924740678559296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8072924740678559296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8072924740678559296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8072924740678559296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-disasters.html' title='Gingerbread Disasters'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUiCRYoUbKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Y672a_iib-o/s72-c/DSC_0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-781122914609999206</id><published>2008-12-16T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:32:15.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa at the Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh_RyAvTDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kE6ehzyOcmA/s1600-h/100_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280610506551282738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh_RyAvTDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kE6ehzyOcmA/s400/100_1152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Jon's day off last week we decided that we would go as a family to the mall to get me some new jeans that actually fit.  Yes, folks I am going to stop wearing pants that make me look like a have a dirty diaper!  Anyway then we went to the Cheesecake Factory because we have had a gift card for it for like 5 months now.  It was awesome too!  We have been telling Shelby all about Santa and she kinda gets it so we told her that we would be able to see him at the mall.  Well she was a little shy to go to him, but once she was in his lap she was in heaven as you can see from the picture.  He asked her what she wanted for Christmas and she didn't answer so he was giving her ideas like...Dora...Barbies?  She finally looked at him and said "No goose, Shelby want books and toys."  Santa laughed and Jon and I just looked at each other with a grin.  Do you suppose we call her a silly goose too often???  O'well she was too cute.  Libby also loved Santa, she was happy to go stare at him and all the glits and glamour of the mall set up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-781122914609999206?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/781122914609999206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=781122914609999206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/781122914609999206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/781122914609999206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-at-mall.html' title='Santa at the Mall'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh_RyAvTDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kE6ehzyOcmA/s72-c/100_1152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7711026856504520251</id><published>2008-12-16T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:24:47.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday dress up Activity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh-ZmOQwQI/AAAAAAAAA6I/aEl330cGIhc/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280609541314101506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh-ZmOQwQI/AAAAAAAAA6I/aEl330cGIhc/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh-ZdWpXkI/AAAAAAAAA6A/N0PD9gI7dW4/s1600-h/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280609538933349954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh-ZdWpXkI/AAAAAAAAA6A/N0PD9gI7dW4/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh-Y3UVRcI/AAAAAAAAA54/3gw3u_YZgzo/s1600-h/DSC_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280609528723097026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh-Y3UVRcI/AAAAAAAAA54/3gw3u_YZgzo/s400/DSC_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of Sundays ago I was trying to get Shelby to sit still for something (I can't even remember why now, but O'well) Anyway she found her clips and wanted to put "All dees" in her hair so I bribed her to sit still and I would put them all in.  She kept wanting to look in the mirror and she would tell me "O boy I so beautiful... huh mom?"  She cracks me up everyday!  I just thought the pictures were kinda funny and cute.&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/301358897195454019-7711026856504520251?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7711026856504520251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7711026856504520251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7711026856504520251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7711026856504520251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-dress-up-activity.html' title='Sunday dress up Activity!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SUh-ZmOQwQI/AAAAAAAAA6I/aEl330cGIhc/s72-c/DSC_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8643481920653376470</id><published>2008-12-06T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:01:09.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCWAyB4bI/AAAAAAAAA5g/1vLfhpN0qeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276813965584884146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCWAyB4bI/AAAAAAAAA5g/1vLfhpN0qeQ/s400/DSC_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Molly, Macey, Grandma Hammons, and Libby ready to go to Olive Garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCVn6hCOI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/IsiF2eClJP4/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276813958909593826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCVn6hCOI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/IsiF2eClJP4/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cru, Treyson, &amp;amp; Shelby in their super hero capes that Grandma had made for them.  It was hilarious watching them run around the house with their caps flying behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCU_duq1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/A0TyXaB3NiA/s1600-h/DSC_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276813948051434322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCU_duq1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/A0TyXaB3NiA/s400/DSC_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All three boys are asleep and the games are still on.  This was a common occurance this week!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276813976838086610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCWqtAH9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/SMCCAyfaSvU/s400/DSC_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jon, Shelby, &amp;amp; Cru just about to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276813983669754130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCXEJzGRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/g-w3PhzNJOk/s400/DSC_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay....So I debated even putting this picture up because I was nursing Libby and Molly and I had stayed up the night before until 3am just talking so i am looking EXTREMELY hot, but it is the only pic that I got of Molly and I so don't judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for Thanksgiving I was so lucky to have My parents, My sister (Molly), and My brother (Matt) and his family come to visit. It was soo much fun to have everyone here and Shelby had a blast with her cousins. It was a bit of a mad house at times, but it was so nice to have my family come and see where I live, Jon's office, &amp;amp; just Boise in general. The girls got to sneak off and go shopping a couple of times and that was really fun. The boys mostly watched football, which I am pretty sure was fun for  them.  The kids were CRAZY but they were so happy to just be up in the play room and spending time together.  I didn't do very good at getting very many pictures, but whenever I am having fun with my family pictures are the furthest thing from my mind.  I am so grateful for this season and this time I get to be with family.  There was a couple months this last summer that we didn't know if I would be around for the next holiday so I just want to express how grateful and blessed I am to still be alive and be able to be with my family.  Thanks to everyone who came it was so fun to have you!!!  &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/301358897195454019-8643481920653376470?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8643481920653376470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8643481920653376470' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8643481920653376470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8643481920653376470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/STsCWAyB4bI/AAAAAAAAA5g/1vLfhpN0qeQ/s72-c/DSC_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3000384561817908385</id><published>2008-11-13T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:37:50.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumkin BOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Shelby LOVES carving pumkins.  We did this twice this year because she loved it so much.  She would name the pumkin and then want to take out all of its "gooey slime".  This is pumkin Bob.  she would take out the inside and then put it back in Bob over and over again.  Well the pictures speak volumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288565312727250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy4iZ23qNI/AAAAAAAAApY/UZ1GxAyoti4/s400/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOOK mom gooey slime!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288570126973138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy4iryrONI/AAAAAAAAApg/GyQPTlTmcsI/s400/DSC_0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is her trying to get EVERY last pumkin seed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268289363916903426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy5Q448VAI/AAAAAAAAAqA/zhLIA7GmzXQ/s400/DSC_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Libby enjoying the festivities too.  She is so tiny!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy4jV-trCI/AAAAAAAAApw/1RbxKA3PdNo/s1600-h/DSC_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288581451754530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy4jV-trCI/AAAAAAAAApw/1RbxKA3PdNo/s400/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy4jK92LiI/AAAAAAAAApo/didInlV2s50/s1600-h/DSC_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288578495327778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy4jK92LiI/AAAAAAAAApo/didInlV2s50/s400/DSC_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I lub him, I lub him so much"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268289353418129970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy5QRx1wjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/aBAkMU-R2nA/s400/DSC_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3000384561817908385?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3000384561817908385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3000384561817908385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3000384561817908385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3000384561817908385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/11/carving-pumkin-bob.html' title='Carving Pumkin BOB'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy4iZ23qNI/AAAAAAAAApY/UZ1GxAyoti4/s72-c/DSC_0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-2711211419680948268</id><published>2008-11-13T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:21:21.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1rwlKV1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/7t2LKjXvHUw/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285427496408914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1rwlKV1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/7t2LKjXvHUw/s400/DSC_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only picture with them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1rfPPwlI/AAAAAAAAApI/hzelnBWkSpI/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285422841086546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1rfPPwlI/AAAAAAAAApI/hzelnBWkSpI/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1quOa-LI/AAAAAAAAApA/nE-dJqCIu5w/s1600-h/DSC_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285409684289714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1quOa-LI/AAAAAAAAApA/nE-dJqCIu5w/s400/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was screaming while I was taking these pictures because it was time to eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1qEJsTHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/gfPXUbiCN1o/s1600-h/DSC_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285398390164594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1qEJsTHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/gfPXUbiCN1o/s400/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Tooth Fairy!  (Aunt Haley made the TuTu for her B-day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1pxWCrRI/AAAAAAAAAow/0_-D6DEBAQI/s1600-h/DSC_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285393341689106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1pxWCrRI/AAAAAAAAAow/0_-D6DEBAQI/s400/DSC_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I Zap you, Mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I have been slacking a ton, but I thought I would post these pics just so I have them for our family Journal. Shelby was the tooth fairy this year and Libby was the classic Cow (there is not much warm enough for a newborn). At first Shelby was fighting with Jon and I to get her costume on. She hated the wings, the "hat", and didn't want to keep her tooth on her shirt. So we thought alright we will just go to our 2 neighbors and if she doesn't like it then we will just come home. Well when she figured out that all she had to do was say "Trick-or-Treat" and people would give you CANDY, she was sold. Needless to say then she wanted her costume on so that people would give her more candy. I should have taken my camera because she was so much happier later than she was in the pictures.  Libby was tons happier later too, but I got busy handing out candy.  We had over 300 pieces and they were gone by the end of the night.  CRAZY!  People are way into Halloween around here I just love it!  I know this holiday is over and done with, but thanks for humoring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-2711211419680948268?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2711211419680948268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=2711211419680948268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2711211419680948268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2711211419680948268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRy1rwlKV1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/7t2LKjXvHUw/s72-c/DSC_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1305241949344315838</id><published>2008-11-04T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:26:58.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRDY8UxT7_I/AAAAAAAAAog/ETJ95FUKUAk/s1600-h/DSC_5626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264946495275397106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRDY8UxT7_I/AAAAAAAAAog/ETJ95FUKUAk/s400/DSC_5626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my really great friend Heidi and her family came and stayed with us over the Halloween weekend. I had so much fun staying up really late and girl talking all weekend. I miss having her around, but now we are only about 4 hours away so we will be seeing a lot more of each other. She is an amazing photographer and she is always so nice to take our pictures when we see each other. So we went out in our neighborhood and on the jogging trails we found a few great spots to take some pics. I love every single one so it was really hard to choose, so I just chose a few that I would share with everyone. Thanks Heidi for coming to see us, taking our pictures and being here for Libby's blessing it is always great hang out with you and your adorable family.  We love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264947482910034162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRDZ1z_wiPI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8vSA3B7VWZU/s400/DSC_5408.jpg" border="0" /&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/301358897195454019-1305241949344315838?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1305241949344315838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1305241949344315838' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1305241949344315838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1305241949344315838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SRDY8UxT7_I/AAAAAAAAAog/ETJ95FUKUAk/s72-c/DSC_5626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-964159733140502512</id><published>2008-10-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:34:06.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Elvis and Lucy Legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well the other night Jon and I went to a murder mystery party at some of our good friends house here in Boise. If you know Jon and I you know that we are not big into dressing up for Halloween, but we decided what the heck. We were assigned who we were supposed to be and so Barbara made us the entertainers of the hotel. Lucy legs and Elvis (not us at all) So Jon's mom made this amazing Elvis costume for Jon since how they don't make 6"7' costumes. She did it all in one day too, she truely is the best seamstress that I have ever met. It was so amazing!!! (thanks again Annette, it turned out great). We had forgotten to take pictures so this is after the party while Libby is screaming for me to feed her and Shelby is doing her sympathy cries with equal force. I will be getting a better pic of Jon so that I can send it to his Mom, but I had to post something because everyone keeps asking for a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SQd-SRufUzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ymmGRUfvmCU/s1600-h/DSC_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262313542066852658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SQd-SRufUzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ymmGRUfvmCU/s320/DSC_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O'ya we are super hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262321117870628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SQeFLPy3H9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/4Of6hTHK6ZU/s320/DSC_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SQd-RkYUixI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Duuqa4y6_Dw/s1600-h/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me not knowing how to stand....ummmm duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SQd-RNRRArI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YgzGFMLGPio/s1600-h/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262313523690668722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SQd-RNRRArI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YgzGFMLGPio/s320/DSC_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at his cape! and you can't see it in this pic but it has gold bell bottoms and a gold belt too. Once again my Mom-in-law is AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-964159733140502512?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/964159733140502512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=964159733140502512' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/964159733140502512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/964159733140502512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing-elvis-and-lucy-legs.html' title='Introducing Elvis and Lucy Legs'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SQd-SRufUzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ymmGRUfvmCU/s72-c/DSC_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8702275229429176262</id><published>2008-10-27T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:45:13.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>This was on my friend Erica's blog and I thought it was super fun so I totally stole it from her.   If you want to do it I would love to hear what you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As you comment on my blog, leave one (or 2 or 3 or 10) memories that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember.&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, repost these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty fun to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you are playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave a memory about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you do not have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments. Have fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8702275229429176262?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8702275229429176262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8702275229429176262' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8702275229429176262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8702275229429176262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4201729876809838277</id><published>2008-10-18T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:26:13.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Libby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqaZE8jb7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/VcXKjP_oqgk/s1600-h/100_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258685270523604914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqaZE8jb7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/VcXKjP_oqgk/s320/100_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Libby after a long day of toting around with mom.  I always think it is so cute to see our little girls with their daddy.  He doesn't stand a chance with all of us girls.  We have him wrapped around our little fingers and we sure love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4201729876809838277?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4201729876809838277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4201729876809838277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4201729876809838277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4201729876809838277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-libby.html' title='Our Libby'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqaZE8jb7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/VcXKjP_oqgk/s72-c/100_1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-9050850978350260459</id><published>2008-10-18T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:23:09.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelby's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Well for Shelby's birthday we had a blast!  Grandma and Grandpa Hammons came to town to celebrate with us.  Shelby got a new bike(G&amp;amp;G Hammons), her hat and gloves, a puzzle(Neighbors), a few books, a awesome singing toy (G&amp;amp;G Scott), and a marble maze game.  I am really bad at remember to take pictures during the moments so this is what I got.  That night we went to PoJo's which is like a chucky cheese.  She had a blast as you can see in the pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258679253073768370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqU60Mtr7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/B8m8KoxWQNg/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out my new Hat!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258679243096977202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqU6PCD7zI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HNXlDKpdG2k/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa Hammons helping (pushing) her along.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258679243584538034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqU6Q2ThbI/AAAAAAAAAko/KPRDPp8kkyk/s320/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She has the same problem as her mother; she can't keep her feet on the pedels.  My dad had to duck tape my feet to the pedels before I finally got it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258679265415374354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqU7iLLphI/AAAAAAAAAk4/J70fHxjc3ik/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just chillin on her new ride!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258679279544541730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqU8Wz1oiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OmZ2CW6nvao/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Still loving her hat and telling us all about it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWTh68sYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zBWh4bWlAOU/s1600-h/100_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680777175773570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWTh68sYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zBWh4bWlAOU/s320/100_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy helping her ride the horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWUAJKj9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/-wcneyYCAKA/s1600-h/100_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680785288466386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWUAJKj9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/-wcneyYCAKA/s320/100_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumbo was kinda boring as you can tell on her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWU28pYVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/52F5eRyY54I/s1600-h/100_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680799999910226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWU28pYVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/52F5eRyY54I/s320/100_1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry go round and around and around.  This got very old for the adult with her, but shelby thought it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVlhtDSsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/osJHXAll6Lw/s1600-h/100_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258679986843503298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVlhtDSsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/osJHXAll6Lw/s320/100_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVl2xH4FI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LduvxWOENm4/s1600-h/100_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258679992497725522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVl2xH4FI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LduvxWOENm4/s320/100_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved this motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVmpF2LpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/90bJUcEU18M/s1600-h/100_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680006006419090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVmpF2LpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/90bJUcEU18M/s320/100_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our very first picture of all 4 of us.  We didn't have a traditional begining with Libby so it has been hard to all be somewhere without someone in the hospital or feeling yucky.  But here we are and we are happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVnNnPbmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/caNvtCq-lwc/s1600-h/100_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680015810162274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVnNnPbmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/caNvtCq-lwc/s320/100_1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa helping Shelby "Fly High"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVnXUxaDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/KjvaTAO-6Cc/s1600-h/100_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680018417051698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqVnXUxaDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/KjvaTAO-6Cc/s320/100_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fred Flinstones ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680803905339858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWVFfxgdI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MgzzIzHjCBg/s320/100_1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ice cream and candles, HUMMM I didn't think this through did I?  O'well she loves Ice cream the most.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680810634875314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqWVekOEbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/GYwAoM9J3PU/s320/100_1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma was there too, she was just always so busy keeping the party running that she was behind each and every scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well we had such a great day and it was extra special that my parents would drive all the way up here just to be there for our little angel.  We are so blessed in so many ways.  I get a little teary eyed anytime that I think about Shelby getting older, she is growing up so fast.  It seems like this summer she went from a little baby to a toddler in a hurry.  She is talking up a storm and is extremely helpful around the house and in the kitchen.  I sure love being a mom and I am so lucky to have another little miracle in my life to get to raise.  Happy Birthday Shelby, we sure love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-9050850978350260459?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/9050850978350260459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=9050850978350260459' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9050850978350260459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9050850978350260459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/shelbys-2nd-birthday.html' title='Shelby&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqU60Mtr7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/B8m8KoxWQNg/s72-c/DSC_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8918087668416473765</id><published>2008-10-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:50:10.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Jammers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqSCcnGO6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/-Z9KLJUqVho/s1600-h/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258676085646048162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqSCcnGO6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/-Z9KLJUqVho/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelby loves monkeys so we have now forced Libby to like them too.  Here are the girls ready for bed in their monkey P.J.'s and a proud daddy too.  I just thought this picture was cute because Shelby insists on giving Libby a hug and a kiss before they go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8918087668416473765?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8918087668416473765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8918087668416473765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8918087668416473765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8918087668416473765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/monkey-jammers.html' title='Monkey Jammers'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqSCcnGO6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/-Z9KLJUqVho/s72-c/DSC_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6122547351879153328</id><published>2008-10-18T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:45:02.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQcck6yvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Aw0aixgbz2M/s1600-h/100_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258674333290253042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQcck6yvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Aw0aixgbz2M/s320/100_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I hiking Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQdK8gBqI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VtjOPkrH8us/s1600-h/100_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258674345737193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQdK8gBqI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VtjOPkrH8us/s320/100_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She liked to throw the big ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQduPv3bI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DSNeIQiIudk/s1600-h/100_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258674355213163954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQduPv3bI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DSNeIQiIudk/s320/100_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; action shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQede9rnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ipga8930z0s/s1600-h/100_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258674367893450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQede9rnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ipga8930z0s/s320/100_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly face&lt;br /&gt;As we all know Jon LOVES to go hunting so a couple of weeks ago he decided to take Shelby on a daddy daughter date and go scouting for deer. He was going hunting soon and needed to spot out the big bucks. Shelby had a blast throwing the rocks and fetching them out of the water if she didn't throw it far enough.  She mostly just loves being with her Daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Needless to say, Jon didn't get much scouting done that day.&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/301358897195454019-6122547351879153328?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6122547351879153328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6122547351879153328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6122547351879153328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6122547351879153328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddy-daughter-day.html' title='Daddy Daughter Day'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SPqQcck6yvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Aw0aixgbz2M/s72-c/100_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7656708400837614554</id><published>2008-10-01T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:10:57.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our life at home</title><content type='html'>I saw on one of my friends blogs a post about the everyday going on in their life and I thought that would be a great way to capture my little girls precious moments in life.  Shelby is going to be 2 years old on Sunday and it makes me want to just cry, she is getting so big!  I am so lucky to get to stay home with my little angels and we have so much fun everyday and I just want to remember everything about it and never forget how much I love them.  I am so grateful to still be alive and to be doing what I have always dreamed of doing; raising my 2 little miracles!  Here are some pics of what we normally do.  Libby sleeps so peacefully and Shelby is my entertainment every second that she is awake.  I love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO6EghpsgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/X3R9gyCt_FM/s1600-h/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252246177057452546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO6EghpsgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/X3R9gyCt_FM/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Libby sleeping on the chair in her Boppy, this is the one place that she is truly happy.  Touchdown Libby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5gqGr4jI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0uc7L-CsqGc/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252245561153413682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5gqGr4jI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0uc7L-CsqGc/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby and her chalk, it is always a fun laundry day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5g332kxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rVr5Q1vdSuA/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252245564849296146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5g332kxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rVr5Q1vdSuA/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Shelby throwing a 2 year old temper tantrum, I always just laugh so it never lasts to long.  As you can see she can barely keep a straight face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5hCsX5wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LYgV90M1kJM/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252245567753938690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5hCsX5wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LYgV90M1kJM/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Libby in her craddle with the blanket that Aunt Molly made especially for her.  She loves it and always seems to sleep the best with this blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5hQ7zMuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/qDLlqOmuA5w/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252245571576738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5hQ7zMuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/qDLlqOmuA5w/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Libby actually awake and it is not even past 9pm!!  She loves her playgym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5hsxkvzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/v5L7TueQ6nE/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252245579050041138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO5hsxkvzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/v5L7TueQ6nE/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am I ready for this?  Shelby is really excited about going to the "big girl" potty.  We got her a pink princess potty that sings when she pees.  She always is sitting on it saying "I poop, I pooped momma", but I have yet to see any poop in the potty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252246172848563906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO6EQ2LJsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XW6LWXuHvDk/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She picked out these elmo panties and love to match her socks with them.  I just thought she looked to stikin cute.&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/301358897195454019-7656708400837614554?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7656708400837614554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7656708400837614554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7656708400837614554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7656708400837614554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-life-at-home.html' title='Our life at home'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOO6EghpsgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/X3R9gyCt_FM/s72-c/DSC_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1691290602863817175</id><published>2008-10-01T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:27:39.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOOx8WviGsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rdOErybiSa4/s1600-h/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252237240899345090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOOx8WviGsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rdOErybiSa4/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOOx81s2hsI/AAAAAAAAAi4/b6J-s849qFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252237249209599682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOOx81s2hsI/AAAAAAAAAi4/b6J-s849qFQ/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I finally got my dream entertainment center and a 52' tv. I am so excited!  Jon and I have had hand-me-down furniture our whole marriage.  Which has been so nice and we still love it too, but it has been so fun to find furniture that I REALLY love.  In our new house we have 20 foot ceilings in the living room so we needed a pretty large piece; well I found it.  Molly wanted to see pictures so I thought I would share it with everyone.  Needless to say Shelby is loving watching her dragon tails in style!  Did I mention that I really love this piece of furniture?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-1691290602863817175?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1691290602863817175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1691290602863817175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1691290602863817175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1691290602863817175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/merry-christmas-to-me.html' title='Merry Christmas to ME!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SOOx8WviGsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rdOErybiSa4/s72-c/DSC_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6908495884672552389</id><published>2008-09-18T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:56:51.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK90d1Ic8I/AAAAAAAAAig/By9mwF5X3sI/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247465224898376642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK90d1Ic8I/AAAAAAAAAig/By9mwF5X3sI/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby got new sidwalk chalk and she thinks that it is awesome, we play in the backyard EVERYDAY! She likes to do her own eye shadow with the blue (she's an 80's baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK90rIZpnI/AAAAAAAAAio/YNazmEC-1bU/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247465228468856434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK90rIZpnI/AAAAAAAAAio/YNazmEC-1bU/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is her action shot, she colors one spot then sprints to the next spot that she is going to color as if the sidewalk is going to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK9Avl-oGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/U6VqIYGatqw/s1600-h/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247464336313458786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK9Avl-oGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/U6VqIYGatqw/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Libby being super cute and just waiting for mom to come back and change her bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK9A1_T4UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/871htpI2MQE/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247464338030321986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK9A1_T4UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/871htpI2MQE/s320/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the only pics that I have with me and Libby in it. She is all ready for sleep in her jungle jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK7_lh9zzI/AAAAAAAAAho/GsxSRDQxkG8/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247463216920776498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK7_lh9zzI/AAAAAAAAAho/GsxSRDQxkG8/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bootielicious Shelby in her swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK7_wTzgbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/QasE-DLarmo/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247463219814171058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK7_wTzgbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/QasE-DLarmo/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the day that we finally got to bring Libby home from the hospital. It was only 15 days but it seemed like eternity being away from her.  Doesn't she look stoked to be home!  Really she is a very happy baby, but when the camera comes out so do the tears.  (mother like daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK8AYUE55I/AAAAAAAAAh4/boRrKJB34wQ/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247463230552729490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK8AYUE55I/AAAAAAAAAh4/boRrKJB34wQ/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Bath, not quite sure, it ended up being a scream fest so Jon just did it as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK8AqDUVpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UNF4MrnNhZk/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247463235314275986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK8AqDUVpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UNF4MrnNhZk/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Libby trying out her swing, she doesn't weigh enough so even on the first setting it about throws her out of her seat it gets going so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK8BPk6z9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/gCwelNMnjeY/s1600-h/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247463245387321298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK8BPk6z9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/gCwelNMnjeY/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby wanted me to take a picture of her "fast shoes" she got these while Grandma and Grandpa Hammons were here and she won't wear anything else. She always tells me "I fast in pretty pink shoes; they fast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are a few Pictures that we have taken in the last little while, I feel like I am always running around like a chicken with my head cut off so I haven't taken many pictures. Poor Libby, we have like a million pics of Shelby when she was little, but hardly any with her. I guess that is what happens when you are the second child....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6908495884672552389?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6908495884672552389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6908495884672552389' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6908495884672552389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6908495884672552389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SNK90d1Ic8I/AAAAAAAAAig/By9mwF5X3sI/s72-c/DSC_0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8252736614855692523</id><published>2008-09-07T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:47:54.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well</title><content type='html'>It has been almost two weeks since I had my surgery and since Libby has gotten to come home.  We are so blessed to both be alive and doing well, I know that it was the many prayers of family and friends and the many priesthood blessings that I was lucky enough to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;.  We have seen many miracles this summer both big and small.  My surgery went well, I was supposed to be an outpatient but there was some infection around the "mysterious ball" that was removed so I needed to stay one more night in the hospital.  It was the size of a tennis ball and I sure am happy that it is gone because it was very painful.  The doctors are still baffeled by it and can't figure out what, why, and how.  The gallbladder is also gone and the pathology report came back to say that I had at least 60 more small stones in there that were "perfect size" to cause more damage.  We figure I passed about 12 stones and I am really glad that I don't have 60 more to go!  Doctors say that I should be feeling better in about 2 weeks or so and I am sure that my parents will be happy to finally get to go home.  It has been wonderful and a huge help to have them with us this summer; I don't know how we would have made it without them.&lt;br /&gt;As for Libby she got to come home the same day that I did from the hospital Aug. 27th.  It sure has been nice to finally have our whole family home, as a mother it just never felt right to put my new little baby back inside her "incubator".  I have had many feelings of guilt that I wasn't able to keep her in the womb longer, but she is now doing great and is our little miracle baby.  One major blessing is that the NICU put her on a schedule so she eats every three hours and sleeps really well in between so the nights have been relatively easy.  Nursing has been so much better this time around, Libby is a champ and gets right down to business.  She loves to go for walks and she loves to have Shelby talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Shelby has adjusted extremely well!  She is really glad to have mom home and she adores Libby.  The other day when I was feeding Libby, Shelby came us and said "I sing" and then she started to sing Popcorn popping on the aprocot tree with hand motions and all.  It was so precious and I am sure that I will have many more moments like that as the girls get older.  She still loves to read, go to the park, go to nursery at church and she really loves our new house it is tough to get her to want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Jon has been working a ton and loving what he is doing.  His new office is opening this Tuesday and we are really excited.  It is so beautiful!  I will take pics and post them.  He also is really stoked because it is hunting season and he got his Birthday present early (I know I am a sucker).  I got him a new pair of Binoculars since his got stolen in Vegas; he is like a fat kid in the candy shop with his new toy.  I am so grateful for my husband and how he has been my rock through this whole experience.  He lets me cry when I need to cry and makes me laugh to lighten our situation.  I am so blessed to have him in my life and Love him to pieces.  Thanks hun for being so strong and being the man that you are, your girls love ya!&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry this post is so long, but I just thought I would update everyone.  I will post pictures when I have a little more energy.  I look forward to reading all of your blogs and catching up on what is going on with someone other than me!  Thanks again for all your prayers and support, your flowers and gift baskets (which I loved!), and above all your Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8252736614855692523?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8252736614855692523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8252736614855692523' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8252736614855692523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8252736614855692523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-is-well.html' title='All is well'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8500957653520183576</id><published>2008-08-16T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:34:18.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby Marie Scott</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our Family Libby! We are so excited to have her here and we can't wait until we get to bring her home. The labor went really well and it wasn't too hard. I had to have 3 epideral pokes because they couldn't get the right spot on my back and that was probably the worst part. On the bright side, Libby had a really small head so I didn't have to push she just kinda fell out. She was 5 lbs and 5 oz and was 19 inches long which is a great size for 35 weeks along. She was breathing on her own at birth, but later had to be put on oxygen for a day or so, but she is breathing on her own again now. She is doing really well, she has a little Jaundice but she is totally loving being under the blue lights. She is our little miracle baby and we are so blessed to have her around.  I should be able to try to feed her in a day or so and I am really excited about that!  As for my health it is doing fine and I will have my surgery ASAP so that all of my attacks will stop and I can start being the Mom that I enjoy being.   Here are some pictures of our family and our many miracles!  We will keep all of you posted on the progress that she makes in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-61.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376169896545&amp;amp;site=widget-61.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376169896545&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p1/288230376169896545/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376169896545&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p2/288230376169896545/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376169896545&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p4/288230376169896545/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8500957653520183576?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8500957653520183576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8500957653520183576' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8500957653520183576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8500957653520183576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/08/libby-marie-scott.html' title='Libby Marie Scott'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4292385780535033652</id><published>2008-08-16T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:08:04.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKddZhPZhdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2e1xEG0xo14/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235255784842560978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKddZhPZhdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2e1xEG0xo14/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so here is the picture of the day I delivered, I never know how to stand; but there you have it that was me pregnant.  Apparently that is a required picture to show people, or so I have been told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4292385780535033652?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4292385780535033652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4292385780535033652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4292385780535033652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4292385780535033652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-of-delivery.html' title='Day of Delivery'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKddZhPZhdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2e1xEG0xo14/s72-c/DSC_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5816009031937912087</id><published>2008-08-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:08:56.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our crazy sleeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKCqBy2qZbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qLoxsTtpB9I/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233369714812151218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKCqBy2qZbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qLoxsTtpB9I/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKCqCsRQQ0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/70gyuYCPk-8/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233369730224505666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKCqCsRQQ0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/70gyuYCPk-8/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every night Jon goes in to check on Shelby and make sure she is covered up and that she is not over crowded with books. Well the other night her books had over taken her bed so she decided they could have it and she would just sleep on her bench. This is how we found her dead asleep she didn't wake up for the pictures or when Jon moved her back to her bed; that is of course after we laughed about it for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5816009031937912087?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5816009031937912087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5816009031937912087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5816009031937912087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5816009031937912087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-crazy-sleeper.html' title='Our crazy sleeper'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SKCqBy2qZbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qLoxsTtpB9I/s72-c/DSC_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4297712052480212822</id><published>2008-08-11T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:00:54.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Rollercoaster!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I am still home for the rest of the day, but tonight I am going in to the hospital again and this time they are going to take the baby (Libby).  I am really excited to get this chapter closed in our lives, but I am REALLY nervous too.  She will be 35 weeks which is way better than 28 weeks when we thought she was going  to have to come so I am grateful for that.  I keep passing Galstones so the doctors have decided it is just too risky to keep her in there for me and for her.  They are worried that one will get stuck which can cause everything that we have just finished, plus they don't think that Libby or myself would do as well this time.  So we are going to have a new bundle of joy in our life by tomorrow and we feel so blessed to have this miracle happen in our lives.  Thank you so much for all of your prayers and support I know that there has been much help from above to have such miracles happen.  We can't wait to have another little (very little) girl in our family and Shelby is stoked.  Today she saw the ultrasound and pointed up to the screen and said Libby, she melts my heart everyday!  I am hopeful that things will go well tonight and they say that Libby is already 5 1/2 pounds.  (I think it is great that I have lost weight this pregnacy and the baby has continued to gain, count your many blessings; right?) so the doctors are saying about 2 weeks in the NICU, but she is a fighter so I wouldn't be surprised if it is sooner.  I will post pics. a little later of how big I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4297712052480212822?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4297712052480212822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4297712052480212822' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4297712052480212822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4297712052480212822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-rollercoaster.html' title='What a Rollercoaster!!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4102486860676709946</id><published>2008-07-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:32:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I am finally home again from the hospital, but this time I hope it is for longer than 6 days. My little sister explained what happened pretty good, but I will give you a few more details. Because I had to be fed by a tube I had to have what is called a pick line. It is basically 3 IV ports in it so they can draw blood on one, give nutrients on another, and drugs on the other. This is typically a very handy thing to have because then I am not being poked with needles ever 3 days to set new IV's. The only problem with this is that the tubes go through your veins and up to the top opening of you heart, which is a little risky. They are supposed to last for about 3 months and even up to 2 years, but with my luck lately mine got infected after 2 weeks. I got a yeast infection in the tubes up towards my heart which is a bad thing. That is why my fever was so high, I had the chills, and my blood sugar was off the charts high. Anyway when I got to the hospital they started running cultures on the line, but by 10pm my doctor came back to the hospital and told me that she just couldn't take the risk of leaving it in. To tell you the truth I was hoping to keep it in because it hurts like a mofo to put another one in, but we took it out. Well turns out that was a VERY good thing because the infection was almost to the stem of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;While in the hospital I really tried hard to eat so that they wouldn't have to put in another pick line and I got my calorie count up to 1300 so that was just enough to go home without needing to be fed by tubes.  I am so excited because right now I don't have ANY Iv's, picks, needles, or pokes (showers are so much easier)  I am surviving completely on my own which makes me way Happy.  After 4 weeks of constantly having something in you it feels so good to be free.  My doctor says that if I don't loose anymore weight at each appt. I can stay off the feeding stuff.  I lost 18 lbs in the hospital so I guess that is only a good thing when you are not pregnant.  Libby is still thriving and we are going to hopefully be able to keep her in there until 37 weeks which is 5 weeks away.  Thank you again for all of your prayers I know the Lord has blessed me in so many ways because of all the prayers and faith of you.  I feel very blessed to be home and have the family and support that I do.  My parents are still here and they are doing so much for Jon and I that I don't know if we can ever repay them.  My mom cleans the house, does the laundry, cooks every meal, gives Shelby baths, plays with Shelby and waits on me hand and foot.  I don't know how she does it, but she is amazing and I love her so much.  My dad mows the lawn, pulls weeds, got our backyard finished, got the fence installed, gets all my perscriptions, and runs any errand that needs to be done.  We are so lucky to have them around and helping us even though it isn't easy for them to live here for a month now with no real end in sight.  Thank you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SIUtmJAZ7oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/W8CSarVyK2U/s1600-h/100_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225633075909226114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SIUtmJAZ7oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/W8CSarVyK2U/s320/100_1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the pick line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SIUxBV3maJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0dQI2Axv_W8/s1600-h/100_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225636841753307282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SIUxBV3maJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0dQI2Axv_W8/s320/100_1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up close view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SIUxBjehxEI/AAAAAAAAAg0/YV2UE80Py1g/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225636845406241858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SIUxBjehxEI/AAAAAAAAAg0/YV2UE80Py1g/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4102486860676709946?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4102486860676709946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4102486860676709946' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4102486860676709946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4102486860676709946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-again.html' title='Home Again!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SIUtmJAZ7oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/W8CSarVyK2U/s72-c/100_1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7549814337173710952</id><published>2008-07-16T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:46:52.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Appreciated!</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone! This is Annie's younger sister, Molly. I know it was just yesterday that Annie blogged, but she has had a relapse and is now back in the hospital. Last night, her temperature spiked, her blood sugar levels increased, and she had violent chills/puking. The doctors are not sure what is wrong with her, but they suspect she has a staph infection in her pick line, which unfortunately is in or around her heart. They are drawing blood today (a lot of it) and will know in 72 hours exactly what type of infection she has. So far her lungs have not collapsed again, and she is coherent. However, if she does not stabilize or if she does in fact have a staph infection, the doctors are likely going to take Libby. If you'd like to keep up on her, please visit my blog &lt;a href="http://www.snydertopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to keep Annie and Libby in your prayers. I know that Heavenly Father hears and answers our prayers. I know that Annie appreciates them too. Thanks, and I'll keep updating my blog when I hear news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7549814337173710952?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7549814337173710952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7549814337173710952' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7549814337173710952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7549814337173710952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayers-appreciated.html' title='Prayers Appreciated!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-9034344098677414033</id><published>2008-07-15T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:59:52.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our last 3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I am finally back (again).  I have gotten many e-mails as to why I haven't been keeping up with my blog and for once I actually have a good reason.  I have been in the hospital for the last almost 3 weeks.  It all started on Monday June 24th.  I was feeling pretty crapy and throwing up a bit, but what Pregnant girl hasn't done that right.  Well in the middle of the night I woke Jon up because I was pretty sure that I was going to die.  We spent the whole night trying to ease my pain and in the morning decided that maybe I was in Labor (only 28 weeks)  so we dropped Shelby off at a friends house and rushed to the hospital.  Well it turns out that I had Gall stones passing that had gotten stuck in my pancreas which caused severe pancreatitis.  They found all this out after many tests, labs, MRI, c-scans and many other painful, expensive procedures.  Then just when everyone thought they had me figured out I started having contractions as well as my lungs decided to collapse.  They rushed me up to the ICU twice because I kept showing signs of healing and then something else would decide to stop working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to make a long story even longer I am now home (useless) but home.  My parents are still here and have been for the whole time, which I am so grateful for.  I can only stand for a few minutes at a time and I am still on a feeding tube that gives me all the calories to sustain life for me and the baby.  I am trying to eat, but it doesn't go that well.  The plan for now is to stay alive and keep Libby alive too.  We are hoping that I can stay prego until at least 36 weeks and then we may go ahead and take Libby out along with my Gall bladder and a few other things that will probably need out too.  Thanks for all your prayers and letters they all helped me more than you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't blog as often as usual until I feel semi human again, but I love getting all of your updates.  Here are some pics of me in the hospital with my favorite nurses and the ICU.  I know that I look stunning in all of them so no compliments are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01W6Y7_0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/xbx3h_iWW5Y/s1600-h/100_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223389810566889282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01W6Y7_0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/xbx3h_iWW5Y/s320/100_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01XNDjIrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sLrMY76cW2M/s1600-h/100_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223389815577453234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01XNDjIrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sLrMY76cW2M/s320/100_1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Sherri, me, Bobbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01Xstba0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/I7NCLhPSugc/s1600-h/100_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223389824074607426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01Xstba0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/I7NCLhPSugc/s320/100_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Jean, me, and Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01YCSwNwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_TCJOYUIfB0/s1600-h/DSC_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223389829868304130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01YCSwNwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_TCJOYUIfB0/s320/DSC_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me looking fabulous in the ICU&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/301358897195454019-9034344098677414033?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/9034344098677414033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=9034344098677414033' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9034344098677414033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9034344098677414033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-last-3-weeks.html' title='Our last 3 weeks'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SH01W6Y7_0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/xbx3h_iWW5Y/s72-c/100_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8479278436007604194</id><published>2008-06-23T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:57:48.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive!</title><content type='html'>After many e-mails, comments on blogs, and phone calls I have decided that I would at least update everyone on how we are doing.  I haven't had any time to take pictures so that will have to be for another time.  We have now lived in Meridian, ID for 3 weeks and it has been great so far.  I have been swamped with all the things that have to be done when you move into a new home.  I am happy to report that we are all unpacked, pictures hung, garage organization system installed, Landscapers for the backyard (july 2), our fence will be in two weeks, we finally have blinds (I'm sure the neighbors are way bummed :o), we have a BBQ, Lawn mower, weed wacker, etc.  I knew when you moved to a house of your own there was a lot to buy, but HOLY CRAP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new ward has been great so far, there are a few couples that Jon and I have really enjoyed.  The RS president is amazing, and the Bishop is really a great guy.  I have never been in a ward that was so friendly and noticed new people so quickly.  We have felt very welcome and had Many drop by visits from a bunch of people.  Apparently since our house was on the market for over a year, most of our ward has been in our house and we always hear "I just loved your house when we walked through, it is so pretty."  (At least I don't have to do any tours right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon started work last Monday and so far is just loving it.  He has done tons of extractions and root canals, so of course he is a happy guy.  He has said a few times that he is so excited about his career because he just really really enjoys it.  The only bummer is that his office isn't quite ready so for now he is driving to Emmett (30 min North) to work at one of his partners offices.  His office that is only 6 miles from our doorstep should be open on Aug. 15th now.  With gas prices the way they are that will be nice when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby is LOVING her new found freedom.  The house is so big that sometimes she will just run around like a crazy woman screaming "mama, I fast, I fast!"  She loves her new big girl bed and is really doing good at staying in it.  I will take pictures of her room, my mom made her bedding, valance, pillows, and we found a little bench at a garage sale and just re-covered it.  I think it is adorable anyway.  Hopefully we will find her some good friends to play with like we had in Vegas.  I am finding that it was very rare to have so many friends that had the same age kids without having 3 or 5 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am still VERY pregnant!  Luckily I have finally found a Dr. to go to, I hadn't realized how many doctors won't take you as a patient if you are so far along.  (what do they expect me to do?)  I thought it would be a plus because I'm almost done and they still get paid without having to see me every month for like a year.  I am really liking my house, it just makes me happy, plus there is NO MORE Marie upstairs!  Thank the Heavens.  I am still figuring out where things are and how to get places, but I think it is coming along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all of the fun we are having I have been a little surprised at how hard this move has been for me.  This is the first time that I have moved and it isn't just for school, it is permanant.  I knew I would be far from my family, but it never hit me like it has now, that this isn't just for a few years.  It is also wierd to go from having TONS of friends (ward, park, high school, and dental school friends)  to knowing NO one.  Not even one person :(  I never realized how lonely that could be especially now that Jon is back to work.  It is wierd to go to the park, run errands, or even have lunch with just me and Shelby.  I know it is stupid, but I have found myself crying at Wal-mart because I didn't know my way around and I couldn't call anyone to see if they knew where the whatever I was looking for would be.    Hopefully that will change for Shelby and I soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just made there second visit this last week and it was so nice to have the company for a few days to just help me get my mind back at ease.  They helped with tons of projects that where just starting to get overwhelming for me and we explored the new area of Boise.  I am stoked because we are only 1 hr. away from 3 awesome ski resorts and only 20 min away from 4 or 5 different lakes that we can boat on and go skiing.  There are mountain bike trails everywhere and I found out that there is a 3 farmers markets every Saturday.  I know that we are going to love it here I just need a little time to adjust and settle in.  Hope all is well with all of you and I will post pics. later.  Sorry this was so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8479278436007604194?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8479278436007604194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8479278436007604194' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8479278436007604194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8479278436007604194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-alive.html' title='Still alive!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7335459355696172337</id><published>2008-05-20T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:42:25.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM3HPQ_XwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i0Lr2SWLW-4/s1600-h/100_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202562592039460610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM3HPQ_XwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i0Lr2SWLW-4/s320/100_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe, Keith, and Jon in the parking garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM3HvQ_XxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/81EOXdVKH1Q/s1600-h/100_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202562600629395218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM3HvQ_XxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/81EOXdVKH1Q/s320/100_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devon, Jeanie, me, Jon, and Shelby (Devon was the valedictorian and one of the smartest guys I have ever met)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM1-_Q_XrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Tsx8C0iFK1A/s1600-h/100_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202561350793911986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM1-_Q_XrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Tsx8C0iFK1A/s320/100_0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to clap for daddy as he walked across the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM1_vQ_XsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4MAeF-LHAnE/s1600-h/100_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202561363678813890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM1_vQ_XsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4MAeF-LHAnE/s320/100_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby looks a little drunk, but she is just wanting more cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM1__Q_XtI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0_SVbDByV38/s1600-h/100_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202561367973781202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM1__Q_XtI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0_SVbDByV38/s320/100_1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my greatest friends ever, Erica (I sure am going to miss her tons!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM2AfQ_XuI/AAAAAAAAAfc/P37V0YU1So8/s1600-h/100_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202561376563715810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM2AfQ_XuI/AAAAAAAAAfc/P37V0YU1So8/s320/100_1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darrin, Brooke, me, &amp;amp; Jon we hung out with them ALL the time and are really going to miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM2AvQ_XvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sz0AP38ruMI/s1600-h/100_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202561380858683122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM2AvQ_XvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sz0AP38ruMI/s320/100_1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom, Papa, me, Jon, Sleeping Shelby, Jon's Dad, and Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was Jon's big graduations so now he offically Dr. Scott DMD! I am so proud of him and all of his hard work; I have to admit that I got a little teary eyed when he walked across the stage and it finally feels like it is over. It was fun to see a bunch of our friends at the graduations, but it was also a HUGE reminder of how much I am going to miss all of them. We didn't get Pictures with everyone because we were too busy talking, but it was a bitter sweet moment. Here are just a few pics of the graduations. A big thanks to my parents and Jon's parents for being so supportive and sitting through a total of 6 hours of graduation! I was so happy for the help with Shelby and she was in heaven with 4 grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7335459355696172337?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7335459355696172337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7335459355696172337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7335459355696172337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7335459355696172337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-finally-over.html' title='It&apos;s finally over!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SDM3HPQ_XwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i0Lr2SWLW-4/s72-c/100_1014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4573884393301234105</id><published>2008-04-30T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:44:33.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter to Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkPu6QgBuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UKGqqfD7Uo4/s1600-h/100_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195200943735441122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkPu6QgBuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UKGqqfD7Uo4/s320/100_0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know Jon has finished Dental School!!!  This is his last day of school, after I took the pic. he said "this can't go on the blog" and my response was "yes Huh".  I am so proud of my husband it has been such a long road to get where he is and he has taken every challenge with great strength and stride.  We just got his board scores back and he ROCKED the test, I never had any doubts, but it is a relief to know that we are DONE.  I am so excited for Jon and what he has accomplished I know it hasn't been easy and there were certainly a ton of hoops that he has had to jump through, but it is so worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we also celebrated our 6th anniversary of Marriage and I am so happy to be married to the man of my dreams!  He is always so thoughtful and caring of me even when he is swamped with what he has to do.  He is the most amazing man that I have ever met and is a wonderful father too.  I cherish every minute that I get to be with him and I am really looking forward to getting to be with my best friend for 1 1/2 months before he has to start working.  This last week has felt like one big long date, which is much needed after 6 years of hard core schooling.  Being around him makes me want to be a better person and I am so thankful to have him in my life.  Thanks for being the Man that you are honey, I sure love you and I am extremely proud of you!!  I look forward to many more years to come and all the new chapters in life that we get to write together.  I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4573884393301234105?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4573884393301234105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4573884393301234105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4573884393301234105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4573884393301234105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-chapter-to-write.html' title='Another Chapter to Write'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkPu6QgBuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UKGqqfD7Uo4/s72-c/100_0971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4937867883680277654</id><published>2008-04-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:31:01.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphins &amp; Lions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkOaKQgBpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4Th6VWzWvOM/s1600-h/100_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195199487741527698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkOaKQgBpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4Th6VWzWvOM/s320/100_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dolphins just chillin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkOa6QgBqI/AAAAAAAAAec/kSnv9YRSCPg/s1600-h/100_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195199500626429602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkOa6QgBqI/AAAAAAAAAec/kSnv9YRSCPg/s320/100_0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkObKQgBrI/AAAAAAAAAek/c3pCbz0cAOc/s1600-h/100_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195199504921396914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkObKQgBrI/AAAAAAAAAek/c3pCbz0cAOc/s320/100_0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkObaQgBsI/AAAAAAAAAes/_zKhZUMnJQM/s1600-h/100_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195199509216364226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkObaQgBsI/AAAAAAAAAes/_zKhZUMnJQM/s320/100_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon, Shelby, Brooke, Darrin, Logan, and Rylee (you can see her bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkOb6QgBtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YadrufLo1D0/s1600-h/100_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195199517806298834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkOb6QgBtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YadrufLo1D0/s320/100_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Shelby pole dancing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that Jon and I have lived here in Vegas for 4 years we finally have ventured down to the Mirage to see the dolphins and the Lions. We went with some of our Dental School buddies (Brooke &amp;amp; Darrin) since we all have nothing to do for an entire month.  It was fun to get out, but since they don't really do tricks with the dolphins Shelby didn't really get to into it.  She did have fun running around in the underwater viewing area, but looking at dolphins was not top on your priority list of things to do.  All in all it was fun to see another crazy attraction that this town has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4937867883680277654?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4937867883680277654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4937867883680277654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4937867883680277654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4937867883680277654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dolphins-lions.html' title='Dolphins &amp; Lions'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SBkOaKQgBpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4Th6VWzWvOM/s72-c/100_0980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3805462048139905588</id><published>2008-04-22T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:18:10.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunlock Resivoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA5x4qQgBoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tOd-zBs04NI/s1600-h/Gunlock+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192212638634870402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA5x4qQgBoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tOd-zBs04NI/s320/Gunlock+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA5Uc6QgBjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GMwOvlhoOyk/s1600-h/Gunlock.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, Shelby, Cru, and Matt throwing rocks into the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA5UeKQgBkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qEHCXI6Y_IE/s1600-h/Gunlock+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA5UgaQgBlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/EkszwHEq-B8/s1600-h/Walking+stick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192180336185837138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA5UgaQgBlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/EkszwHEq-B8/s320/Walking+stick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa made her this walking stick, which she totally thought was the coolest thing every!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last weekend we went up to St. George to hang out with family and get out of Vegas. It was so much fun! We went with my parents and my brother's family to Gunlock Resivoir. The kids had so much fun hiking around with the walking sticks that Grandpa had made for them and throwing Tons of rocks into the lake. I swear the water level went up with how many rocks we threw in there, we had to cokes Cru and Shelby to leave they were having so much fun. It was also a caterpeller heaven there were sooo many that it was kinda nasty, but the kids LOVED holding them and eventually throwing them too. I don't have a pic. but my new little niece Macey who is only 3 weeks old was there too. She pretty much slept the whole time, but I'm sure she had a blast too.&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/301358897195454019-3805462048139905588?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3805462048139905588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3805462048139905588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3805462048139905588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3805462048139905588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/gunlock-resivoir.html' title='Gunlock Resivoir'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA5x4qQgBoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tOd-zBs04NI/s72-c/Gunlock+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6746118313768160831</id><published>2008-04-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:13:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4p8KQgBaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I_LwAfqtwAI/s1600-h/100_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192133533927212450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4p8KQgBaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I_LwAfqtwAI/s320/100_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Mr. Jeremy helping her with her Balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4pvKQgBZI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTKRVyyAsE4/s1600-h/100_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192133310588913042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4pvKQgBZI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTKRVyyAsE4/s320/100_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swinging with Grandpa and Grandma (sorry I got you scratching your nose pops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4poKQgBYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/71LxtgG8_j8/s1600-h/100_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192133190329828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4poKQgBYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/71LxtgG8_j8/s320/100_0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sarah helping Shelby climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4pQaQgBWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RUf5Yg_ZKpc/s1600-h/100_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192132782307935586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4pQaQgBWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RUf5Yg_ZKpc/s320/100_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just showing off for Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4pIKQgBVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j2OE4LWqDG8/s1600-h/100_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192132640574014802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4pIKQgBVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j2OE4LWqDG8/s320/100_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the slide and then going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4o_6QgBUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/8yqwGWhpCWw/s1600-h/100_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192132498840094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4o_6QgBUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/8yqwGWhpCWw/s320/100_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside one of her favorite toys, she likes to be rolled around the room in this thing, it is pretty funny to watch and hear her giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week my parents decided to come down to go to one of Shelby's gym classes. It was so much fun even though Shelby was more interested in showing them all of her "tricks" instead of participating in all the activities. I think Grandma and Grandpa had a good time and I know we had an awesome time having them come visit us. Thanks for coming all the way down her to go to her 1 hr. class. It is so fun to share our fun times with those that love us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6746118313768160831?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6746118313768160831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6746118313768160831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6746118313768160831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6746118313768160831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-gym.html' title='My Gym'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4p8KQgBaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I_LwAfqtwAI/s72-c/100_0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5081414909086063537</id><published>2008-04-22T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:49:28.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I found Shelby after her nap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kRaQgBJI/AAAAAAAAAak/2tMHRlPXhss/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127301929665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kRaQgBJI/AAAAAAAAAak/2tMHRlPXhss/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kR6QgBKI/AAAAAAAAAas/AQIrlDkX9d0/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127310519600290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kR6QgBKI/AAAAAAAAAas/AQIrlDkX9d0/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kSaQgBLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RsZBKhBhfeg/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127319109534898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kSaQgBLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RsZBKhBhfeg/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kTKQgBMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qJ9TQQc-_M0/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127331994436802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kTKQgBMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qJ9TQQc-_M0/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kTaQgBNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mVQM0V4Qbh0/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127336289404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kTaQgBNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mVQM0V4Qbh0/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby was supposed to be sleeping the other day and all of a sudden she started screaming like she was in pain so I ran in there to check on her and this is what I found.  She was just mad that she couldn't get it all the way off and that is why she was crying.  I couldn't stop laughing and so she had to stay that way for a little while until I could gain my composure.  Jon happened to be home too which made it even more funny.  As you can see Shelby eventually after her photo opp thought she was funny too.  I love this girl!  She is always making me laugh until I reach tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5081414909086063537?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5081414909086063537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5081414909086063537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5081414909086063537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5081414909086063537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-how-i-found-shelby-after-her.html' title='This is how I found Shelby after her nap!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4kRaQgBJI/AAAAAAAAAak/2tMHRlPXhss/s72-c/DSC_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4023593256532395900</id><published>2008-04-22T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:20:16.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly girl</title><content type='html'>The other night Shelby was helping me cook dinner and then she decided instead of cooking she was going to dance, sing, and run around with her cooking tools. Some of the pics are kinda out of focus because she was running all around the house. This is her silly face that she will do anytime that you ask her too, it is pretty funny and cute... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4r2KQgBeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y7a21kazwx8/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192135629871252962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4r2KQgBeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y7a21kazwx8/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4r2qQgBfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jKii6qd1jJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192135638461187570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4r2qQgBfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jKii6qd1jJQ/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;show us your silly face Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4rZqQgBbI/AAAAAAAAAco/x8-HTHzocqo/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192135140244981170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4rZqQgBbI/AAAAAAAAAco/x8-HTHzocqo/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; focused on being a clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4raaQgBcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/3h6TVTq4Ifs/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192135153129883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4raaQgBcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/3h6TVTq4Ifs/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She kept on saying "my hat, my hat"&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/301358897195454019-4023593256532395900?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4023593256532395900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4023593256532395900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4023593256532395900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4023593256532395900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/silly-girl.html' title='Silly girl'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/SA4r2KQgBeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y7a21kazwx8/s72-c/DSC_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-6658219188613904938</id><published>2008-04-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:27:55.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby News</title><content type='html'>Many of you already know, but I thought I would post about it anyway.  Jon and I found out that we are going to be having &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;another girl&lt;/span&gt; and we are so excited!!!  This little&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt; is very active and in the ultra sound she looked like she was swimming, so she will fit right in!  We will keep you posted when we figure out a name for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-6658219188613904938?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6658219188613904938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=6658219188613904938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6658219188613904938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/6658219188613904938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-news.html' title='Baby News'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-471869853572928413</id><published>2008-04-22T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:05:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376168190696&amp;amp;site=widget-e8.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376168190696&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p1/288230376168190696/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376168190696&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p2/288230376168190696/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the fair a couple of weekends ago, but I am just getting around to blogging about it. It seems like our house hold has been so busy lately that my blogging has gotten very behind. Anyway, my family has been going to the fair for years and it is one of my most Favorite things to do. I love the food, entertainment, animals, rides, and the people watching of course. The county fair always brings out the crazy people and I just LOVE observing everyone (wierd I know) My family was there this year and our friends Kelly and Gary came out with their boys too. It was a blast. Shelby couldn't get enough of the rides, she LOVED them so much. Her cousins Kallie, Koda, Treyson, and Kaden rode them with her, it was so cute to watch Kallie "babysit" Shelby. She was so precious! Plus they have a barn full of animals and if it wasn't so stinky in there we could have watched her pet them forever. The other part that she just loved was the "kid area" it has a bunch of stations for 3yrs and under to play at, of course the sand box got most of her attention, but all the others were fun too. Shelby also got to ride a pony which we are still not sure if she liked it or just put up with it because her parents were so excited for her????? Then later in the day she got up on the stage to perform and dance with the girls.  It was cute to watch her dance, but she got a little distracted and started wandering the stage so we had to get her off.  Anyway here are some pics from our weekend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-471869853572928413?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/471869853572928413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=471869853572928413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/471869853572928413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/471869853572928413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/clark-county-fair.html' title='Clark County Fair'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-220675966200585091</id><published>2008-04-09T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:04:52.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand box fun!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went over to my friend Kelly's house because her husband built a sand box for their twin boys (Boston &amp;amp; Preston).  Shelby always loves to go over there and play with the boys they are only 1 day apart and have been hanging out since they were like a week old.  These three had so much fun digging and dumping sand.  It was really cute to watch, plus Kelly and I get to talk the whole time which I LOVE!  We had a little BBQ with some hot dogs, the kids kind of ate, but mostly played.  Anyway we had a great time and hope to do it another before we move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KNWabLSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MsBW5U0nRWk/s1600-h/IMG_2011%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187383939015847202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KNWabLSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MsBW5U0nRWk/s320/IMG_2011%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boston, Shelby, and Preston just chillin in the sand box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KNmabLTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mTIV0yktXRo/s1600-h/sand+box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187383943310814514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KNmabLTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mTIV0yktXRo/s320/sand+box.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It takes a lot of high pitched squeals to get all three to look at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KN2abLUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/KXBptNAz8jk/s1600-h/IMG_2010%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187383947605781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KN2abLUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/KXBptNAz8jk/s320/IMG_2010%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KN2abLVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/PpswBd2B9TQ/s1600-h/dance+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187383947605781842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KN2abLVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/PpswBd2B9TQ/s320/dance+party.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew over this vinyl fence that they have to cover the sand box at night so the kids thought it looked like the perfect dance floor and all started jumping around with their "happy feet" too cute!&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/301358897195454019-220675966200585091?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/220675966200585091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=220675966200585091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/220675966200585091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/220675966200585091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/sand-box-fun.html' title='Sand box fun!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R_1KNWabLSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MsBW5U0nRWk/s72-c/IMG_2011%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-957880389323303112</id><published>2008-03-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:11:12.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7vahufII/AAAAAAAAAZE/qMuTNlUKzhE/s1600-h/100_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386688306248834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7vahufII/AAAAAAAAAZE/qMuTNlUKzhE/s320/100_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giving super Grover and Erinie kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7v6hufJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/k57riz1B4wk/s1600-h/100_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386696896183442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7v6hufJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/k57riz1B4wk/s320/100_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Shades Shelby.  She is currently obsessed with wearing sunglasses EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7wahufKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NvllQJJJnwc/s1600-h/100_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386705486118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7wahufKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NvllQJJJnwc/s320/100_0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Molly and Shelby just chillin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7TqhufDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/lStjETYXoSI/s1600-h/100_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386211564878898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7TqhufDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/lStjETYXoSI/s320/100_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The start of the Easter Egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7VqhufEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iAGf7TC1Wk0/s1600-h/100_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386245924617282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7VqhufEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iAGf7TC1Wk0/s320/100_0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby would sometimes just point to the eggs and then want me to give it to her.  Bending over is a little difficult sometimes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7WKhufFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VToI_Btml7I/s1600-h/100_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386254514551890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7WKhufFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VToI_Btml7I/s320/100_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cru was super focused on what he was doing, getting as many eggs as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7W6hufGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/e7hErXEiAeI/s1600-h/100_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386267399453794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7W6hufGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/e7hErXEiAeI/s320/100_0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Molly and Treyson during the egg hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7X6hufHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PuPDLIZewaU/s1600-h/100_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386284579322994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7X6hufHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PuPDLIZewaU/s320/100_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Treyson found the Golden egg.  It had $1 and a whistle and a car in it.  Haley is due anyday, but still looks cute as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Easter this year Aunt Molly flew all the way from Flordia to come to our egg hunt so it was pretty fun. We went up to St. George and had a fun Easter with all the cousins. The hunt was a pretty good hit. Shelby really loved finding the eggs, but didn't quite understand that the round rocks in Grandma's yard weren't eggs too. By the end of the hunt the basket was too heavy so Shelby made me carry it for her as she continued her search.  Here are a couple of pics of our super fun weekend. O'ya and Shelby and I had a matching dress and Maternity shirt, I thought it was cute.&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/301358897195454019-957880389323303112?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/957880389323303112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=957880389323303112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/957880389323303112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/957880389323303112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R-f7vahufII/AAAAAAAAAZE/qMuTNlUKzhE/s72-c/100_0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-9069224383708219471</id><published>2008-03-20T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:10:38.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376167937606&amp;amp;site=widget-46.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376167937606&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p1/288230376167937606/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376167937606&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p2/288230376167937606/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well many of you know that we got back a couple of weeks ago from Boise, ID where we went house hunting. We found a home that will be perfect for us and so I just wanted to share my excitment with all of you. I wasn't sure that this was THE house so I didn't get pics of every room, but you all get the point I am sure. This is a 6 bedroom, 3.5 Bathroom, + a bonus (play room) and a 3 car garage. It is so pretty inside and way more square feet than I ever could have imagined 3700!!! I know that I will have a few empty rooms for a few years, but hey I am okay with having too much space as opposed to having too little. The Best thing about the whole deal is that I will no longer have Marie living above me stopping around and waking Shelby up from her naps.  I couldn't be happier about that one!!  Anyway I am so excited that I had to post about it. Boise, here we come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-9069224383708219471?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/9069224383708219471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=9069224383708219471' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9069224383708219471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/9069224383708219471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-first-home.html' title='Our First Home!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-2898682553281220125</id><published>2008-03-18T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:38:20.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;I was in High School eating, sleeping, and breathing volleyball. (and boys of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list today:&lt;br /&gt;1- Go grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;2- Clean the house&lt;br /&gt;3- Laundry&lt;br /&gt;4- watch Biggest loser on TV&lt;br /&gt;5- Go to Cafe Rio with Brooke for dinner (the boys have to be at school late tonight so we don't want to cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1- Diet coke which I am not allowed to have when I am pregnant so it is a difficult day everyday without my little piece of heaven to sip on.&lt;br /&gt;2- Sour patch kids&lt;br /&gt;3- Chips and Salsa&lt;br /&gt;4- popsicles or a slurpee&lt;br /&gt;5- cookies, you never go wrong with a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1-Steamboat Springs, Co&lt;br /&gt;2-Rexburg, ID&lt;br /&gt;3-Cedar City, UT&lt;br /&gt;4-St. George, UT&lt;br /&gt;5-Las Vegas, NV&lt;br /&gt;6-Soon to be Boise, ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 vacations you've had:&lt;br /&gt;1-Hawaii with my whole family, it was so much fun and that is when I fell in love with scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;2-Hiking Havasupi canyon with my family every year for about 5 years with my good friend Paige and her family&lt;br /&gt;3- I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean on a Tall Ship for 3 months and we went to London, Carribean Islands, Bermuda, Spain, and NY, city.&lt;br /&gt;4- Lake Powell and Lake Mead where we would live every summer while I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;5- On a Cruise with my whole family and all the spouses too.  It was awesome we went to the st. martin, st. thomas and I think one more st. something island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I were suddenly made a Billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1- I would pay off Jon's student loans&lt;br /&gt;2-Build Jon a sweet dental practice where ever he wanted&lt;br /&gt;3- Buy our house cash and maybe a lake house and cabin too and furnish them how I want too.&lt;br /&gt;4-Jon and I would finally get to have the 4 wheeler, rhino, boats and any other toy we could think of.&lt;br /&gt;4-I would put huge chuncks in trust funds for my kids to use for school, houses, and businesses.&lt;br /&gt;5- I would open up my own health and fitness spa where I would teach overweight people how to live healthier lifes and let them stay there as long as they needed to so that they could get their lives back.&lt;br /&gt;6- I would probably save a bunch too and Donate the rest to whatever I thought would be best at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I have had: (good thing you only want 5)&lt;br /&gt;1- I cleaned my dad's office since I was 12&lt;br /&gt;2- I worked at Sunset Park during High School (that was the best job ever!)&lt;br /&gt;3- Sunbrook home center&lt;br /&gt;4- First American Title co.&lt;br /&gt;5-  Shea Commercial (Worst job in the world!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things you didn't know about me:&lt;br /&gt;1- I can take a nap anywhere, anytime, and any place.  It will NEVER make it so I won't fall asleep at night&lt;br /&gt;2- I had 43 roomates while I was in College (keep in mind that I graduated it only 2 years)&lt;br /&gt;3- I  love going to McDonalds for breakfast in the mornings&lt;br /&gt;4- I really love going grocery shopping, it is super fun to me even though sometimes it is hard to get there.&lt;br /&gt;5- I love having my toes painted and all cute, but I hate painting my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG - whoever is reading this and is bored enough to take the time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-2898682553281220125?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2898682553281220125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=2898682553281220125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2898682553281220125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2898682553281220125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-2909311943355927019</id><published>2008-02-21T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:07:15.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burton's B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73Ln_sga1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/foEBJn5CCNM/s1600-h/100_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169511835264641874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73Ln_sga1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/foEBJn5CCNM/s320/100_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73LoPsga2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/yVzb7yewhJ4/s1600-h/100_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169511839559609186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73LoPsga2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/yVzb7yewhJ4/s320/100_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going down the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73Lovsga3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/pL_f-oly04A/s1600-h/100_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169511848149543794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73Lovsga3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/pL_f-oly04A/s320/100_0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing in the jump house with Katelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Shelby's good friends had his 3rd b-day this week. It was so much fun because it was at "pump it up" which is a huge place with tons of Jump houses, mazes, slides and toys. Shelby couldn't get enough of it she was having so much fun, by the end of the night I was beat from playing like a kid all night. Anyway here are some pics of our fun night.&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/301358897195454019-2909311943355927019?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2909311943355927019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=2909311943355927019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2909311943355927019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/2909311943355927019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/02/burton.html' title='Burton&apos;s B-Day'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73Ln_sga1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/foEBJn5CCNM/s72-c/100_0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-55733137236931032</id><published>2008-02-21T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:01:24.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73KCPsgayI/AAAAAAAAAXs/S7sAVWqECXs/s1600-h/100_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169510087212952354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73KCPsgayI/AAAAAAAAAXs/S7sAVWqECXs/s320/100_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are we ready yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73KCvsgazI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OaLrLoOG85c/s1600-h/100_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169510095802886962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73KCvsgazI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OaLrLoOG85c/s320/100_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just Chillin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73KDfsga0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/EA9xVHmV4EA/s1600-h/100_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169510108687788866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73KDfsga0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/EA9xVHmV4EA/s320/100_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;READY to hit the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking on my camera today and I found these pics. of Shelby over the Christmas holiday in Idaho. I thought they were so cute I decided to post them late.  Dad pulled Shelby all over the streets on Christmas night and she loved it!  It was so fun to see her glee with excitement.&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/301358897195454019-55733137236931032?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/55733137236931032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=55733137236931032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/55733137236931032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/55733137236931032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/02/sledding.html' title='Sledding!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R73KCPsgayI/AAAAAAAAAXs/S7sAVWqECXs/s72-c/100_0836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5373672858828933159</id><published>2008-02-05T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:52:05.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS!</title><content type='html'>The Scott household has been very exciting the last couple of weeks, we have had some huge decisions and blessings in our life and we just wanted to share it with all our family and friends!  We accepted the job in Boise, ID yesterday so we are so stoked to actually be moving where we want to live.  The opportunity is so perfect for us and Jon will be able to be part owner if we love it after a year.  It is so exciting that Jon is going to be a dentist in just a few short months and we couldn't be happier with his job.  We have been looking at houses up there and compared to Vegas we will be able to afford a mansion which is very good news so we can get out of our cute little condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other great news that we have is that we are expecting our 2nd child in Sept.  We are so blessed to have been able to get pregnant this time in just 10 short months!!!!  Maybe we are finally getting the hang of it or something because Shelby took 2 1/2 years to get here.  I am super sick with this one, which is not that fun especially when anything and everything that I eat ends up coming up.  But I am not complaining because the outcome is so worth the agony of a few months (I'll be able to hold it over them when they are acting up later :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed in our lives and I am always amazed at all the things the Lord does for our little family.  It seems as if everything is just falling into place even better than I had ever dreamed of.  I have the most amazing husband who loves me so much.  He has been so great with helping me out the last month of so.  He even gets up with Shelby and gets her dressed, fed, and hair done before they come and wake me up.  I cherish every minute that I get to be his wife.  I also have the cutest little girl!  She is such a happy baby and a joy to have around.  I couldn't imagine life without her, she definately has her parents wrapped around her finger.  We are so blessed and thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5373672858828933159?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5373672858828933159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5373672858828933159' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5373672858828933159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5373672858828933159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7198699012587085832</id><published>2008-01-31T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:16:44.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are So BORED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R6JIWFeeAXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/A1eu9mOT_9w/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161767667184304498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R6JIWFeeAXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/A1eu9mOT_9w/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R6JIXFeeAYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YnzJvJZKhWI/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161767684364173698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R6JIXFeeAYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YnzJvJZKhWI/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R6JIZleeAZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0Eb_DLJknz4/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161767727313846674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R6JIZleeAZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0Eb_DLJknz4/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last 3 weeks we have been house bound because Shelby and I have been sick. Shelby had croup for a week and then she had some fancy name for swallon lungs so she has been doing breathing treatments. Anyways as we were sick, it gets pretty dull around here especially because we are usually gone all day except nap time (usually just doing random things). Shelby has become quite creative in her playing though. the other day Jon and I found her in the kitchen playing with the stool that Jon's dad had made me a while back.  She was cracking herself up and was so proud that she had found something new to play with, it was pretty cute.  Pretty lame with the most exciting thing that has happened in the last few weeks is her playing with a stool Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7198699012587085832?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7198699012587085832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7198699012587085832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7198699012587085832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7198699012587085832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-so-bored.html' title='We are So BORED!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R6JIWFeeAXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/A1eu9mOT_9w/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7458738663219970649</id><published>2008-01-10T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:37:16.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for a Jog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZzxrrLLuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NnaTAqdChys/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153934120946708194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZzxrrLLuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NnaTAqdChys/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZzybrLLvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CKxIWzdJN2s/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153934133831610098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZzybrLLvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CKxIWzdJN2s/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Shelby all ready to go Jogging with dad. She really likes to go fast in her jogging stroller and giggles the whole time that you are putting her gloves, hat, coat, and blanket on. I guess she knows what is coming, or at least the fact that whenever we put her in weird contraptions she has a good time (i.e. backpack)  We love this girl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-7458738663219970649?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7458738663219970649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7458738663219970649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7458738663219970649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7458738663219970649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-for-jog.html' title='Going for a Jog'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZzxrrLLuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NnaTAqdChys/s72-c/DSC_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3147479216586568499</id><published>2008-01-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:32:26.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyVLrLLpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/L6mJUQo-Vwk/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153932531808808594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyVLrLLpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/L6mJUQo-Vwk/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her face when we found her with the bowl of cream of wheat.  (can you say guilty?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyVrrLLqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vCpW0tCjYHE/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153932540398743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyVrrLLqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vCpW0tCjYHE/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyV7rLLrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SAxGT3XWaCc/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153932544693710514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyV7rLLrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SAxGT3XWaCc/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, she is licking the bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyWrrLLsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/e_8mPau-4CI/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153932557578612418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyWrrLLsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/e_8mPau-4CI/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice all the cream of wheat on her face and in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyW7rLLtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Juz3dLisFFc/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153932561873579730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyW7rLLtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Juz3dLisFFc/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the best game EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas Shelby got a bunch of kitchen stuff. Including the actual kitchen, fake food, pot and pans, pot holders, an apron, and other kitchen utensils. Needless to say she has LOVED it all, but it is quite funny because now she wants to "play kitchen" with EVERYTHING. If Jon and I ever leave a bowl and spoon out; guess who will be stirring our dinner in a matter of seconds. The other morning I fed Shelby cream of wheat and then had to leave the room for a second and Jon and I found her having a blast with the remains of her breakfast.&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/301358897195454019-3147479216586568499?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3147479216586568499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3147479216586568499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3147479216586568499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3147479216586568499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/playing-kitchen.html' title='Playing Kitchen'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4ZyVLrLLpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/L6mJUQo-Vwk/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5139148608554344978</id><published>2008-01-08T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:41:21.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PtpbrLLmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Sh8rtcQexcA/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153223694701244002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PtpbrLLmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Sh8rtcQexcA/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4Ptp7rLLnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/s7KwdM-uC5Y/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153223703291178610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4Ptp7rLLnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/s7KwdM-uC5Y/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PtqrrLLoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Yp28iPYHJRM/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153223716176080514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PtqrrLLoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Yp28iPYHJRM/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everyone is well aware of my desire to be a good Photographer and so my poor Shelby is always my main target when I practice so here are a few fun pics. Sorry Shelby, one day you will understand why I always have this big black camera in your face all the time.  As you can see sometimes she wants me to stop chasing her and just let her play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5139148608554344978?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5139148608554344978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5139148608554344978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5139148608554344978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5139148608554344978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PtpbrLLmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Sh8rtcQexcA/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8058736010121683440</id><published>2008-01-08T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:44:22.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I am always so happy when we bring in a new year because it gives me a chance to reflect on the past year. We have been so blessed and it has probably been one of MY best years. I am so blessed to have a wonderful husband who was truly made to fit me perfectly. I couldn't be happier with our marriage, our family, and our future! Plus I have the cutest little girl I have ever seen! Shelby has brought me so much joy in my life. I never knew that I could enjoy something so much, but being a mom is the most rewarding and most fun thing that I have ever done. She and I crack up every single day. (I'm not kidding we really do belly laugh at least 2 times a day, she is hilarious and knows it). I also have GREAT friends. It is so nice to be so close to so many people and be able to just call them up and go to lunch or have a play date. Another great thing is that my family is so close that I can visit them all the time and have them be a part of our family. My only complaint for the year is that my best friend (besides my husband) moved all the to Flordia!!! I understand why, but it still doen't make me too happy, I miss you MOO!&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 I have a lot of goals, as does most everyone at the new year. If I put them in writing then I seem to be more motivated. I seem to always do 10 because I really like that number and I hate odd numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get back in shape (isn't that everyones number 1 goal after the holidays?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat Healthier&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep a Journal of blessings, cute things Shelby does, and anything else that is noteable&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy a House!&lt;br /&gt;5. Read my scriptures once a day (even if it is only 1 verse)&lt;br /&gt;6. Plan a fun FHE activity every week and a date night every other week&lt;br /&gt;7. Wherever we move I want to get my real estate license again in that state&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn about Photography enough that I can take professional looking pics for my family&lt;br /&gt;9. Get all my Personal training certificates&lt;br /&gt;10. Be more Thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8058736010121683440?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8058736010121683440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8058736010121683440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8058736010121683440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8058736010121683440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8864076304921316476</id><published>2008-01-08T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:22:00.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PNNLrLLkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CglJEkkqdS0/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153188024997850690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PNNLrLLkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CglJEkkqdS0/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PNNrrLLlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/sUNgoHg0DYM/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153188033587785298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PNNrrLLlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/sUNgoHg0DYM/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were unpacking Shelby decided to put on all of my clothes. I thought this was the cutest outfit for her, it made her look like a melted snowman. Don't mind the runny nose, she is getting a bunch of new teeth right now!  I just love this little girl, it's pretty crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-8864076304921316476?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8864076304921316476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8864076304921316476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8864076304921316476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8864076304921316476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/dress-up.html' title='Dress up!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PNNLrLLkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CglJEkkqdS0/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5231540363286253571</id><published>2008-01-07T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:18:00.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The suspense is over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PMHbrLLjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/O0tB1gLeb3o/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153186826701975090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PMHbrLLjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/O0tB1gLeb3o/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Shelby waving Hello to everyone after a long time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finally Back!!!! It seems like forever since we have slept in our own bed. We have been gone for a month doing family stuff, school stuff, and interview stuff. I am sure that everyone has been anxiouly awaiting a new post from us only to be dissappointed for quite some time (as if you didn't have something better to do!). Well we had a great time on our break but it is so nice to be home, even if I do have an upstairs neighbor that I would LOVE to strangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in St. George with my family for a week and then we went to Idaho Falls to visit with Jon's family. It was great to see everyone and especially to show Shelby off. She seems to be getting so big. We took her sledding in Idaho and she had a great time, I think her face actually froze in a smile! I am still working on getting the pictures of that. After Idaho we went back to St. George for Jon to take the last half of his boards! Yeah only 5 more months of dental school!!!!!! We still aren't sure where we are going to be in a couple months, but the fact that it will be somewhere that we will have an income is awesome news to me. We are stoked. We had a pretty uneventful New Year's. Matt &amp;amp; Haley came and spent the night at my parents so that we could party, but our party ended at about 10:45pm because we were all falling asleep. ( I know you are all so jealous of our wild night!!) Anyway just wanted you all to know that we are back!&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/301358897195454019-5231540363286253571?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5231540363286253571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5231540363286253571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5231540363286253571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5231540363286253571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/suspense-is-over.html' title='The suspense is over!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R4PMHbrLLjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/O0tB1gLeb3o/s72-c/DSC_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-3144143231208837805</id><published>2007-12-10T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:32:39.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly, this is it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R13MEli-_KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bVIIUK2k-mo/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142490728697363618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R13MEli-_KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bVIIUK2k-mo/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R13MFFi-_LI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PrX5II_Fpzo/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142490737287298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R13MFFi-_LI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PrX5II_Fpzo/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R13MF1i-_MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NHtWXp652nc/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142490750172200130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R13MF1i-_MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NHtWXp652nc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay Molly here is what I was talking about with the making your own bulbs. I decided to leave them out of the vase so that you could see them better, plus I am all out of vases since I have been giving them away as gifts. But in the end you put them in a large vase with one of the top ribbons tied on the outside (they are wired) and there you have a very cute and festive decoration for the holidays. You could also do it with Halloween ribbon or whatever colors you decide in order to match anything.  NOW do you get it?  Man, this would be so much easier if you still lived a couple blocks away!  Love ya Sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-3144143231208837805?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3144143231208837805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=3144143231208837805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3144143231208837805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/3144143231208837805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/12/molly-this-is-it.html' title='Molly, this is it!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R13MEli-_KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bVIIUK2k-mo/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-4594794579804556150</id><published>2007-12-06T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:04:22.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Present.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h_T1i-_II/AAAAAAAAAVE/_QRQpwD4cR4/s1600-h/Chistmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140998953411476610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h_T1i-_II/AAAAAAAAAVE/_QRQpwD4cR4/s320/Chistmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h_T1i-_JI/AAAAAAAAAVM/43pJX2yOKy4/s1600-h/Christmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140998953411476626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h_T1i-_JI/AAAAAAAAAVM/43pJX2yOKy4/s320/Christmas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I am way too excited to wait until Christmas, so I have posted Shelby's present on my blog to relieve some of the excitement.  This is the cutest kitchen set that I have ever seen and Shelby is going to love it!  Auntie Paige actually got this for her at Costco and as you can see I am pretty stoked.  Thanks again Paige, I love it; and I know that Shelby will really love it too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-4594794579804556150?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4594794579804556150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=4594794579804556150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4594794579804556150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/4594794579804556150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/12/santas-present.html' title='Santa&apos;s Present.'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h_T1i-_II/AAAAAAAAAVE/_QRQpwD4cR4/s72-c/Chistmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1481678363340328877</id><published>2007-12-06T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:57:34.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Helper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h-GVi-_GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fbJNIA16LR8/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140997621971614818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h-GVi-_GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fbJNIA16LR8/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was so tangled when I ran to get the camera, but she somehow escaped really quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h-HVi-_HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WKPsCD_95sM/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140997639151484018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h-HVi-_HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WKPsCD_95sM/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me, know that I am some what of a clean freak and I am starting to rub off on my daughter. One of her favorite things to do is to vacuum. She would do it everyday if I would let her, but the best time is once we have unplugged it and she "helps" me wind up the cord. Her she is being extremely helpful, I love my little clone!!!&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/301358897195454019-1481678363340328877?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1481678363340328877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1481678363340328877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1481678363340328877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1481678363340328877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/12/mommys-helper.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Helper!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R1h-GVi-_GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fbJNIA16LR8/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1085395357084218581</id><published>2007-11-20T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:55:36.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Shades Shelby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R0NXYvQuI6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/olW-JfgbzAk/s1600-h/DSC_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135044082647573410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R0NXYvQuI6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/olW-JfgbzAk/s400/DSC_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately Shelby has loved to wear her sunglasses around the house. She thinks that it is really funny and so do her parents! Anyway I thought I would just share a little pic. of her playing with her toys and wearing her Sweet Shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-1085395357084218581?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1085395357084218581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1085395357084218581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1085395357084218581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1085395357084218581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-shades-shelby.html' title='Sweet Shades Shelby!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/R0NXYvQuI6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/olW-JfgbzAk/s72-c/DSC_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1758048063012573612</id><published>2007-11-09T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:19:08.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Neighbor?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wzus.ask.com/r?t=a&amp;amp;d=us&amp;amp;s=a&amp;amp;c=p&amp;amp;ti=1&amp;amp;ai=30752&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;sv=0a30051c&amp;amp;ip=44607d64&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.beaconlearningcenter.com%2FWebLessons%2FTooMuchNoise%2Fnoise.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="http://wzus.ask.com/r?t=a&amp;amp;d=us&amp;amp;s=a&amp;amp;c=p&amp;amp;ti=1&amp;amp;ai=30752&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;sv=0a30051c&amp;amp;ip=44607d64&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.beaconlearningcenter.com%2FWebLessons%2FTooMuchNoise%2Fnoise.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is she doing up there? Yikes, is she like that all the time? Holy crap that is loud! These are all comments by my friends visiting my home. Those of you that have been to my condo know that I have an extremely loud upstairs neighbor named Marie. She is a very sweet old lady, but she walks as if she had cinder blocks tied to the bottom of her feet! It is making this paticular commandment very difficult for me to abide by. Every day she also goes into each of her bathrooms and continues to bang on the floor for 45 seconds (I'm not even kinding, I timed it!). What Could she be doing???!!!!! I am not sure, but it is getting old especially now that Shelby is waking up from her naps because of Marie and her elephant feet. Ocassionally it sounds as if she is running a marathon in our tiny little condo back and forth back and forth! Somebody please help me or there may be a story of a mother gone mad with a shotgun on her neighbor in the news tomorrow! I love Marie, I love Marie, I love Marie, I love Marie! (Positive thinking right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wzus.ask.com/r?t=a&amp;amp;d=us&amp;amp;s=a&amp;amp;c=p&amp;amp;ti=1&amp;amp;ai=30752&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;sv=0a30051f&amp;amp;ip=44607d64&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mppa.org%2Fmppa%2F2004%2FEditorialIll%2FPictures%2FEI3.jpg" border="0" /&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/301358897195454019-1758048063012573612?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1758048063012573612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1758048063012573612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1758048063012573612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1758048063012573612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-thy-neighbor.html' title='Love Thy Neighbor?????'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-8607900392785530243</id><published>2007-11-05T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:47:38.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does a mom do all day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ks5k3vRI/AAAAAAAAATc/lsT5CS9Rvdo/s1600-h/100_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129429223130774802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ks5k3vRI/AAAAAAAAATc/lsT5CS9Rvdo/s400/100_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ktZk3vSI/AAAAAAAAATk/wzsIMLY6mnQ/s1600-h/100_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129429231720709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ktZk3vSI/AAAAAAAAATk/wzsIMLY6mnQ/s400/100_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard many people say, What do you do all day long if you don't have a job.  Well here is a little evidence of how some of my days go over and over again.  Sometimes just living just takes time.  I love my little tornado and I wouldn't have it any other way!  Maybe saftey latches are in order at the Scott house now.&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/301358897195454019-8607900392785530243?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8607900392785530243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=8607900392785530243' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8607900392785530243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/8607900392785530243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-does-mom-do-all-day.html' title='What does a mom do all day?'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ks5k3vRI/AAAAAAAAATc/lsT5CS9Rvdo/s72-c/100_0805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-5259565890838201062</id><published>2007-11-05T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:42:43.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treating!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376164675526&amp;amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164675526&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p1/288230376164675526/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164675526&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p2/288230376164675526/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went to St. George to go trick or treating with Jamie and her kids because Jon had to go to New Mexico for an interview with the residency down there.  (it went well by the way)  Before we left the house we ate dinner and played.  Shelby LOVES Aunt Jamie's house because it is like a hands on Toy'r'us.  it is so much fun to play!!!  Anyway then we hit the pavement and started our trick or treating.  Shelby and the Boys were not really all that impressed.  They mostly wanted out of their costumes and to continue playing so we only went to a few houses.  When we got back, Kallie was kinda sad because she wasn't finished so Kallie and I went back out to a few more houses.  It was a really fun night and we all got lots of candy to achieve a sugar high.  HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-5259565890838201062?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5259565890838201062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=5259565890838201062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5259565890838201062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/5259565890838201062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treating.html' title='Trick or Treating!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-7944628106515389165</id><published>2007-11-05T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:28:29.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ghZk3vOI/AAAAAAAAATE/2Ifiq_G7pCo/s1600-h/trunk+or+treat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129424627515768034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ghZk3vOI/AAAAAAAAATE/2Ifiq_G7pCo/s320/trunk+or+treat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Burton, Shelby, Emma, and AJ hanging out in the trunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9giZk3vPI/AAAAAAAAATM/tadGtlQ6UTg/s1600-h/burton,+shelby,+emma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129424644695637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9giZk3vPI/AAAAAAAAATM/tadGtlQ6UTg/s320/burton,+shelby,+emma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9gipk3vQI/AAAAAAAAATU/qjFsf3cKDm8/s1600-h/trunk+or+treat+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129424648990604546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9gipk3vQI/AAAAAAAAATU/qjFsf3cKDm8/s320/trunk+or+treat+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Trunk or Treat was really fun. We went at 6pm and Shelby was SOOOOO tired so she just rode her trike around the parking lot like a zombie. We got lots of Candy for me to eat and I am getting fatter as I type this. Anyway we had lots of fun once the trick or treating was done and then we just let the kids hand out candy. That was Shelby's favorite. She was giving candy to anyone that would take it. Mostly Burton and Emma. AJ was too little to understand how to take it. Anyway we had tons of fun and it kept Shelby awake so we could go pick up Grandma Scott from the airport at 9:30pm.&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/301358897195454019-7944628106515389165?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7944628106515389165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=7944628106515389165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7944628106515389165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/7944628106515389165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ry9ghZk3vOI/AAAAAAAAATE/2Ifiq_G7pCo/s72-c/trunk+or+treat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-1590893959279940831</id><published>2007-10-30T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:16:31.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Car, Beautiful Name, Beautiful Girl!</title><content type='html'>I often get the question, Did you name your girl after someone or something? (hinting to me, is your kid named after a car?)  Here is the background first....&lt;br /&gt;My dad has always been really into cars and so consequently, so have I.  A couple of years ago my pops bought the most beautiful car that I had EVER seen (I have been to my fair share of car shows too.)   This mustang was O so nice!&lt;br /&gt;When Jon and I got married he had a mustang, which we had to sell because we needed a more practical car that I could drive too.  (power steering is a must)  I always told him that one day when we are rich and famous we could get him a Shelby mustang.&lt;br /&gt;Also Jon's dad has quite a few mustangs that he plans to fix up one day so he is also a mustang fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;Well when we found out that we were having a girl, we thought all the men in this girls life are obsessed with the same beautiful car so it just seemed fitting to name the most beautiful girl after the most beautiful car that any of us have ever seen.  So here are some pics of the car that Shelby was named after.  I have some pics with her driving it when she was little, but I can't find them so you just get to enjoy the pics of this fine piece of  red heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/RyeofZk3vJI/AAAAAAAAASc/UX7O5ylp75Q/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251958179544210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/RyeofZk3vJI/AAAAAAAAASc/UX7O5ylp75Q/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ryeofpk3vKI/AAAAAAAAASk/Oiv3-j5Ry8s/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251962474511522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ryeofpk3vKI/AAAAAAAAASk/Oiv3-j5Ry8s/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/RyeogZk3vLI/AAAAAAAAASs/brYoMONgv-s/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251975359413426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/RyeogZk3vLI/AAAAAAAAASs/brYoMONgv-s/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ryeogpk3vMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WvEhB4PNAgQ/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251979654380738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Ryeogpk3vMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WvEhB4PNAgQ/s320/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/RyeohZk3vNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VVASJY76w2o/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251992539282642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/RyeohZk3vNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VVASJY76w2o/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/301358897195454019-1590893959279940831?l=landofscotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1590893959279940831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=301358897195454019&amp;postID=1590893959279940831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1590893959279940831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/301358897195454019/posts/default/1590893959279940831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landofscotts.blogspot.com/2007/10/beautiful-car-beautiful-name-beautiful.html' title='Beautiful Car, Beautiful Name, Beautiful Girl!'/><author><name>Annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/Sa2k1XzCWNI/AAAAAAAABEY/Hf-VIoi4_YA/S220/11x14-5513f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xSyUwX_8pw/RyeofZk3vJI/AAAAAAAAASc/UX7O5ylp75Q/s72-c/DSC_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
