<?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-2603376312607774171</id><updated>2011-10-17T21:31:06.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott Family Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'>Scott Family Happenings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-6553611082119420578</id><published>2011-10-14T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:42:28.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chair</title><content type='html'>I know you all (All 3 of you faithful followers. You are the best! I love you. When this blog hits it big time I will forever acknowledge you as being my first.) Sorry for the side track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, like I was saying. I know you have all been waiting on pins and needles for the unveiling of "The Chair". It's a sentimental one so get the kleenex ready kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandma decided to move out of her house, the only house I have known her to live in, the house that holds so many childhood memories..sniff sniff. She started cleaning out. As she decided what to give away she would put things in her basement. We would occasionally go over to shop in "Grandma's Bargain Basement". When I saw "The Chair" sitting down there looking lonely in the corner I knew I needed to take it home. I remember playing with this chair when I was a kid. There was no way I was letting some stranger buy it at Grandma's yard sale and take it to their strange house and let their strange kid play with it. I would rescue it and let MY strange kids play with it! But not before giving it a little nip-tuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if any of you know me, you know I am not the best at finishing projects. Really good at starting...I won't tell you when I started it. The important thing is that I finished it before my kids were too big to use it! Victory!  So once more here are the "befores". Lovely floral with touches of harvest gold.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kETsG8AJrck/TpkKzCajrLI/AAAAAAAAANs/HL-jpn4kDxE/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2010%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kETsG8AJrck/TpkKzCajrLI/AAAAAAAAANs/HL-jpn4kDxE/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2010%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663569878332976306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YqPaz03TKw/TpkKy5qmt0I/AAAAAAAAANg/zflpWR8ZBl8/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2010%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YqPaz03TKw/TpkKy5qmt0I/AAAAAAAAANg/zflpWR8ZBl8/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2010%2B029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663569875984365378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "before" of where Emilyn used to read her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLQ3edmE-rs/TpkHHoN1chI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2LXGUEtXGN8/s1600/DSCN4431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLQ3edmE-rs/TpkHHoN1chI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2LXGUEtXGN8/s320/DSCN4431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663565834031034898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave her the chair for her birthday. Here she is reading her books before bed. Happy as a clam in her new chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErmMoXsUZcc/TpkHILiMcEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WxwiaA6E1Xc/s1600/DSCN4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErmMoXsUZcc/TpkHILiMcEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WxwiaA6E1Xc/s320/DSCN4423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663565843511668802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMjxfYMYu-U/TpkHJHWlPMI/AAAAAAAAANI/qUJEMlSCZDM/s1600/DSCN4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMjxfYMYu-U/TpkHJHWlPMI/AAAAAAAAANI/qUJEMlSCZDM/s320/DSCN4425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663565859569089730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Emilyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mBjM-VSOsI/TpkHJ3DWnJI/AAAAAAAAANU/OdIJaPsT0l4/s1600/DSCN4412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mBjM-VSOsI/TpkHJ3DWnJI/AAAAAAAAANU/OdIJaPsT0l4/s320/DSCN4412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663565872373341330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small tribute to Grandma's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHsnYK8nsIQ/TpkF5aRqIFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uaO2aRpcbIo/s1600/July%2B2010%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHsnYK8nsIQ/TpkF5aRqIFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uaO2aRpcbIo/s320/July%2B2010%2B032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663564490259177554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-6553611082119420578?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6553611082119420578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/chair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6553611082119420578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6553611082119420578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/chair.html' title='The Chair'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kETsG8AJrck/TpkKzCajrLI/AAAAAAAAANs/HL-jpn4kDxE/s72-c/Summer%2BFall%2B2010%2B028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-3207963952172323438</id><published>2011-10-06T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:26:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better After</title><content type='html'>So my friend Stephanie did me the not-so-kind favor of telling me about this blog &lt;a href="http://betterafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;(Better After)&lt;/a&gt; quite awhile ago. I know she was well-intentioned, 'cause that's the kind of gal she is, but knowledge of this blog has been quite detrimental to me. I am obsessed. Really I am. If you don't take the time to go to the blog, it basically highlights people's home projects by sharing a before and after picture and a few details of the project. There is usually a link to the do-it-yourselfer's (if that wasn't a word before, it is now!) blog as well. I never follow the link, so I am left with two pictures. It always looks SO easy, but that's mainly because I don't pay attention to all the in-between steps. I leave the blog wanting to scour flea markets for inexpensive things I can redo. It is very inspirational. This summer I found a few things needing a little sprucing up. Here is my own little version of Better After. It's a lamp I got for $2 at a garage sale. It came with a "nice" pale pink shade. The kind with all the folds. The ones I hated dusting as a kid, because no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't get the dirt out of those darn folds! I told the guy at the garage sale I didn't need the shade and left it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52ipODvqlAQ/To56LlRWSuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m35k5XkB6r0/s1600/School%2B2011-12%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52ipODvqlAQ/To56LlRWSuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m35k5XkB6r0/s320/School%2B2011-12%2B023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660596121053317858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what the poor girl started out looking like. Yikes! It just took a little sanding and a few coats of paint to add a few more years onto her life. For some reason I already had the shade laying around the house and the paint was leftover from when I had the red wall. So this project was SUPER cheap! Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Here is the after. Much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9ms_aejDMw/To57hX7Q9dI/AAAAAAAAAME/LLY359fQ6ms/s1600/DSCN4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9ms_aejDMw/To57hX7Q9dI/AAAAAAAAAME/LLY359fQ6ms/s320/DSCN4427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660597594939782610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned to see what I do with this beaut of a chair. It came from my Grandma's basement when she moved. I used to play with it as a kid. Sentimental make-overs. Double whammy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2sfzH_IrtY/To5-ORBds1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/LiXAnBsMWbA/s1600/Summer-School%2B2010%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2sfzH_IrtY/To5-ORBds1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/LiXAnBsMWbA/s320/Summer-School%2B2010%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660600565204104018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-3207963952172323438?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3207963952172323438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/3207963952172323438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/3207963952172323438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-after.html' title='Better After'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52ipODvqlAQ/To56LlRWSuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m35k5XkB6r0/s72-c/School%2B2011-12%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-7213750190274382344</id><published>2011-05-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:52:19.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap I Find</title><content type='html'>So I don't know if this is a boy thing or what, but Emilyn has never been one to abscond things and hide them in weird places. Ashton on the other hand loves finding the most random crap and putting it in an even more random place for me to find. Here are a few of his treasures I have discovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdZsZ4sojnM/Tdnr01jajrI/AAAAAAAAALY/XCJfpwlKZJo/s1600/April-May%2B2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdZsZ4sojnM/Tdnr01jajrI/AAAAAAAAALY/XCJfpwlKZJo/s320/April-May%2B2011%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609774103828008626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why yes superman, I do need that casserole dish. Thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUrmpXzSFqc/Tdnr0bqhC_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PbDtK_biu-8/s1600/April-May%2B2011%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUrmpXzSFqc/Tdnr0bqhC_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PbDtK_biu-8/s320/April-May%2B2011%2B013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609774096878472178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I left this one for Kyle to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVyZhsDe3sU/Tdnr0FxrGUI/AAAAAAAAALI/nf6Uku_PsPE/s1600/April-May%2B2011%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVyZhsDe3sU/Tdnr0FxrGUI/AAAAAAAAALI/nf6Uku_PsPE/s320/April-May%2B2011%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609774091002911042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me while giving the kids a bath: "Kyle will you grab the body wash?" &lt;br /&gt;Kyle: "Sure, where is it?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "In the washing machine of course.". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCSax1Uq73k/TdntfeYdsVI/AAAAAAAAALg/CuWmcKhEhKk/s1600/April-May%2B2011%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCSax1Uq73k/TdntfeYdsVI/AAAAAAAAALg/CuWmcKhEhKk/s320/April-May%2B2011%2B118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609775935854063954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pop some popcorn and grab a Dr. Pepper to drink while watching Spirit. I can somewhat understand his reasoning behind putting this there. Wait a minute, a one-year-old reasoning? Wow, I AM that frazzled tired mom of toddlers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjYzMIZFwW0/Tdntf35NO_I/AAAAAAAAALo/M6JYS2vzPPM/s1600/April-May%2B2011%2B160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjYzMIZFwW0/Tdntf35NO_I/AAAAAAAAALo/M6JYS2vzPPM/s320/April-May%2B2011%2B160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609775942702283762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't make fun of me for owning tapes. They are sentimental sermons from Charlie McCall from my time spent at &lt;a href="http://www.hishill.org"&gt;The Hill&lt;/a&gt; many moons ago. (Yes, I just said many moons) Kyle insists I need to do some purging. I chose to keep them because I WILL listen to these sermons again. Gosh darn it! As soon as I can find the tape player. &lt;br /&gt;I think I own a tape player. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe I do need to purge a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DT_Kdr2HkJk/Tdnw1DMY-zI/AAAAAAAAALw/Xrf1cawAWzo/s1600/April-May%2B2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DT_Kdr2HkJk/Tdnw1DMY-zI/AAAAAAAAALw/Xrf1cawAWzo/s320/April-May%2B2011%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609779605047671602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The culprit himself. Playing in the tub toy box. I love that little stinker. And I'm thankful he hasn't started hiding food for me to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-7213750190274382344?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7213750190274382344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/05/crap-i-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/7213750190274382344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/7213750190274382344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/05/crap-i-find.html' title='Crap I Find'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdZsZ4sojnM/Tdnr01jajrI/AAAAAAAAALY/XCJfpwlKZJo/s72-c/April-May%2B2011%2B014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-7238058014407153997</id><published>2011-04-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:15:10.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>So I have a confession, the "formatting issues" mentioned in the previous post really were OCD issues. As I am out and about blog-stalking I have seen so many people's REALLY cute blogs. Really how hard could it be? Apparently harder than I can handle. I struggle with having something plain and un-original. The perfectionist in me is throwing a royal tantrum right now. Maybe I'm just not meant to have a cute blog. Maybe people will come here because they enjoy the content of what I write.....ha! Oh well, you're here now, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined my homecoming to the blogging world to be somewhat grand. I imagined I would post something amazingly witty as well as insightful and humorous all at the same time. Balloons and party blowers were even considered. The longer I waited to start blogging, the bigger my comeback post was idealized. So I figured I better just bite the bullet and do it. Otherwise it may have gotten out of hand and I would have felt compelled to do a tutorial of some sort or started giving stuff away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT has happened since my last post. Was that over a year ago?! Good grief! I could expound on all of it but I don't have the time right now, plus I would feel guilty making you read through it all. Maybe some day...in small doses. For now I will condense it into a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A lot of holidays came and went. We celebrated most of them in some way.&lt;br /&gt;2) We probably took a few little trips to the west side of the state. &lt;br /&gt;3) We added a member to our family! Not a dog you goons, a baby. Aston Lewis to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;4) We won the lottery and bought a condo in Hawaii! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so only the first 3 are true. I almost had some of you didn't I? Who am I kidding? I know that most of you who read this keep in touch on a somewhat regular basis and you know better. A girl can try can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is folks, in an effort to keep my sanity you may be seeing me around here more frequently. But don't get your hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this picture of my adorable kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Wc0Lht9X8/TaKL32bDKeI/AAAAAAAAALA/iR5sNt0tzs0/s1600/January-March%2B2011%2B307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Wc0Lht9X8/TaKL32bDKeI/AAAAAAAAALA/iR5sNt0tzs0/s320/January-March%2B2011%2B307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594187478765611490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-7238058014407153997?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7238058014407153997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/7238058014407153997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/7238058014407153997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Wc0Lht9X8/TaKL32bDKeI/AAAAAAAAALA/iR5sNt0tzs0/s72-c/January-March%2B2011%2B307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-3496354088916888732</id><published>2010-04-17T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:52:02.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction...</title><content type='html'>All right, I have officially completely messed up the format of my blog...and don't know how to fix it. It was my feeble attempt to make my blog cute like all my friends. I think this is God's way of telling me not to covet other people's things (and maybe to make better use of my time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it. Now, how to get this thing fixed and updated... until that happens consider this page under construction. Please excuse whatever weirdness is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-3496354088916888732?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3496354088916888732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/3496354088916888732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/3496354088916888732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-construction.html' title='Under construction...'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-6060761112316401843</id><published>2010-01-26T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:48:01.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The things we do for our children. Today I drank that completely gross glucose drink for my diabetes testing. If you haven't had the pleasure of doing this, it involves a nasty bottle of what reminds me of the mysterious McDonalds orange drink only doctored up with more sugar and a possible hint of something alcoholic. You have to drink the entire thing in less than 5 minutes and have to do it exactly a half hour before your appointment. Meaning whatever time that may be, you have to drop what you are doing and chug! (Sorry I missed the meeting Linds- now you know why) Bottoms up baby! I didn't throw up- thank goodness. It was a likely possibility considering what I had just consumed. My arm hurts though, apparently my veins were not having one of their better days. The tech had to poke around a bit to get the blood. Youch! I will find out hopefully soon if I passed or if I need to go back for the 3-hour test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else at the appointment went well. Baby Scottie (yes, we are calling him Scottie Scott) is doing well and amazingly not measuring big like Emilyn was. Sure feels like it though. Apparently I have only gained 7 pounds this pregnancy. I smiled at the Doctor when she told me that but thought in my head, "that's nice of you to say, but I'm pretty sure your scale is messed up honey. I don't pay your to flatter me. Besides that doesn't count the 25 or so pounds I never lost from Emilyn!" Anyhow, the count down is on with only 10 weeks to go! Oh man, I sure have a lot to do. Thinking about it makes me tired. I better get to bed. Hopefully my arm won't be so sore tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-6060761112316401843?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6060761112316401843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-we-do-for-our-children.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6060761112316401843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6060761112316401843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-we-do-for-our-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-2996128618907696638</id><published>2010-01-12T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:43:09.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the fourth (and final) day of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Yes, Christmas lasted four days in our house. Whew! On day 4 we went to Mom and Randy's for immediate family Christmas. It is always the best being with my brothers and sister and their fabulous families! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S01bjsIfzSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/54OF6fNv830/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S01bjsIfzSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/54OF6fNv830/s320/Christmas+2009+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426093794751663394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S01b2ChqdTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/51bzA2Wev_E/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S01b2ChqdTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/51bzA2Wev_E/s320/Christmas+2009+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094110000444722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Uncle Kevin. Consequently Emi's spinning ball top toy ended up being a big hit, even with the over 20 crowd :) Thanks Uncle Jeff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S01cF8xT9iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9RXoFiadtaM/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S01cF8xT9iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9RXoFiadtaM/s320/Christmas+2009+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094383333373474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia reading "Yummy Yucky". Gus and Emilyn sat and listened so well! (Not to mention Grammie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-2996128618907696638?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2996128618907696638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-fourth-and-final-day-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2996128618907696638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2996128618907696638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-fourth-and-final-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the fourth (and final) day of Christmas...'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S01bjsIfzSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/54OF6fNv830/s72-c/Christmas+2009+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-1841057915474138547</id><published>2010-01-03T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:49:44.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the third day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>my true love did not give to me three french hens, thank goodness. Although it does remind me of that funny Office episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day! Emilyn thankfully slept in a little since we were at Kyle's parents so late. I made a yummy caramel roll, bacon, egg, and juice breakfast. Making breakfast was pure delight. The whole time I kept thinking, "I don't have to hand wash all these dishes!" We spent a leisurely morning in our jammies opening gifts and taking it easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E3le1ck5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RpAYSFR_k5Y/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E3le1ck5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RpAYSFR_k5Y/s320/Christmas+2009+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422676543402709906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later headed to cousin Nick and Megan's for the big Skaufel get together complete with aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and any other relative we could muster up. Emilyn had loads of fun playing with the kids and running around being generally crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5UO0HXoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-JO7OY9tjjI/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5UO0HXoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-JO7OY9tjjI/s320/Christmas+2009+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678446067637890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing with Gus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5UqwxpVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CrshtM0LZVc/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5UqwxpVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CrshtM0LZVc/s320/Christmas+2009+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678453569824082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening presents (yet again) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5V3UeFwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BPrZ_8yFj4I/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5V3UeFwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BPrZ_8yFj4I/s320/Christmas+2009+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678474120632066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma in Lyla's chair, man they sure don't make chairs the same as they used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5Uzt2UHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6Ta8uk10dmU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5Uzt2UHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6Ta8uk10dmU/s320/Christmas+2009+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678455973466226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attempt at Grandma with the great-grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5VZMUX7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2hs4ZWh3kBU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E5VZMUX7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2hs4ZWh3kBU/s320/Christmas+2009+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678466033377202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun tickling everyone's feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E6no_VOCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sl6Z0-9SjeY/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E6no_VOCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sl6Z0-9SjeY/s320/Christmas+2009+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422679879023147042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Randy serenading Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-1841057915474138547?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1841057915474138547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-third-day-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1841057915474138547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1841057915474138547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-third-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the third day of Christmas'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/S0E3le1ck5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RpAYSFR_k5Y/s72-c/Christmas+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-4166816798733089824</id><published>2010-01-01T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:51:12.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Second Day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>So I spent the morning of Christmas Eve putting my kitchen back together. Kevin, Jen, and Jeff came later and we went to lunch to enjoy the traditional greasy Zips burger. We spent Christmas Eve with Kyle's family. Emilyn didn't last long in the Christmas Eve service unfortunately. She isn't the quiet type who likes to sit still (imagine that!). After dinner we opened presents. I wasn't sure how Emilyn would do, but she loved it! She was very methodical about ripping off tiny bits of paper and handing them to whoever was closest to her until the present was unwrapped. Then all she wanted to do was play with the pile of paper she had created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sz6X9S-gIBI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z5T2a5xzUe4/s1600-h/fall-winter+2009+233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sz6X9S-gIBI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z5T2a5xzUe4/s320/fall-winter+2009+233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421938080722460690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Opening presents with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sz6XBaA53TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ig_PBvvrOEk/s1600-h/fall-winter+2009+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sz6XBaA53TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ig_PBvvrOEk/s320/fall-winter+2009+213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421937051819433266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fam on Christmas Eve. Hard to imagine that next year both our arms will be full!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-4166816798733089824?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4166816798733089824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-second-day-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/4166816798733089824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/4166816798733089824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-second-day-of-christmas.html' title='On The Second Day of Christmas'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sz6X9S-gIBI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z5T2a5xzUe4/s72-c/fall-winter+2009+233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-486897409521360470</id><published>2009-12-30T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:32:31.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the first day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas started on the 23rd for us. Kyle kicked Emilyn and I out of the house for what was supposed to be the day. He had a secret project to work on and needed us out of the way. I took the opportunity to visit Grandma and had her teach me the fine art of making traditional Norwegian Christmas krumkaka. It was amazing to watch her work. As I watched, she told me how her mother-in-law gave her the recipe, iron, and roller over 30 years ago and tutored the girls in how to make the traditional dessert. She has made them every year since then. After a few demonstrations, Grandma gave me a turn at the skillet. Mine definitely didn't turn out as uniform and pretty as hers, but maybe that will come with 30 years of practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SzwjjeN63tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ac8XUSPW9ww/s1600-h/fall-winter+2009+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SzwjjeN63tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ac8XUSPW9ww/s320/fall-winter+2009+202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421247143761075922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Szwz7CXlDKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Rlr5Hbsa0UY/s1600-h/fall-winter+2009+204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Szwz7CXlDKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Rlr5Hbsa0UY/s320/fall-winter+2009+204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421265140788300962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Emi and I went to Mom's to wait out the rest of the day speculating what Kyle could be working on at home. As the hours crept by I became more and more impatient. He finally called around 7:00 and said I could come home at 11:00. I decided to just stay the night at Mom's rather than drive back to town that late. Kyle said that would be better because there were still some pretty strong fumes in the house. Jeff, Kevin, and Jen got in from Portland and Puyallup later that night. It was fun to be there when they got in. We stayed up way too late making bets on Kyle's project and woke up the next morning to a great breakfast. I haven't stayed the night at Mom's in a long time, I felt like I was 12 all over again...only in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn and I finally packed up and headed home later that morning. We were welcomed by a dishwasher and new kitchen counters! I just about cried...in a good way. I know it sounds lame, but after living without a dishwasher for as long as I have you come to appreciate the things most people take for granted. Kyle had worked long into the night making sure the dishwasher was installed correctly and all hooked up by the time I got home. What a guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-486897409521360470?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/486897409521360470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-first-day-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/486897409521360470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/486897409521360470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-first-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the first day of Christmas'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SzwjjeN63tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ac8XUSPW9ww/s72-c/fall-winter+2009+202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-1900524123891431656</id><published>2009-06-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:09:49.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>I have officially been on summer "vacation" for 11 days now and I am a firm believer that time goes faster when not at school. I am loving being able to stay home and spend more time with my Emmers. I did my yearly dismantling of the classroom and was able to get some closure on the school year. Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Emilyn "helping" take things down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skbw_eBfJfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/txKsDbI9XSM/s1600-h/Emilyn+9+Months+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skbw_eBfJfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/txKsDbI9XSM/s320/Emilyn+9+Months+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352230180358137330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn is now very much into crawling around, pulling herself up onto things and cruising around. Which is incredibly liberating for her, but equally nerve wracking for me. She has taken a few little spills and gotten some little bumps and bruises to show for it. I didn't realize how un-baby proof my house is! (and how dirty my floors are - yikes, we now do baths more frequently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has figured out that if she stands on her tiptoes and stretches she can just barely reach the top of my desk to discover all kinds of fun things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SkbzBu2ur5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FBWpr75n0uI/s1600-h/Emilyn+9+Months+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SkbzBu2ur5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FBWpr75n0uI/s320/Emilyn+9+Months+068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352232418259414930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all kinds of new things growing in my garden. I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of some fresh peas, cucumbers, and squash later this summer. Here's to hoping I can keep things alive that long! Here is the master gardener at work, little miss green thumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb0yxMIWpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DTMA-GdkPQI/s1600-h/Emilyn+9+Months+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb0yxMIWpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DTMA-GdkPQI/s320/Emilyn+9+Months+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352234360211266194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, Kyle got me a new camera. Yeah! I took a bunch of pictures, but when I put them on the computer quite a few of them had weird lines through them. Not so yeah. Back to Costco we go. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb2Bl0_gqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MG3fx_A1pzs/s1600-h/Emilyn+9+Months+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb2Bl0_gqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MG3fx_A1pzs/s320/Emilyn+9+Months+111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352235714371093154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the hot weather, we couldn't resist getting Emi her own little pool. Even though the water was pretty cold, she LOVED it! She cried when I took her out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb3kKXzcsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RdRS9KPRFtM/s1600-h/Emilyn+9+Months+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb3kKXzcsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RdRS9KPRFtM/s320/Emilyn+9+Months+105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352237407807959746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn loves her cousins (okay so that's not so new, but I couldn't resist putting this one in). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb5M5T2XHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yNAlOWDwK0s/s1600-h/Emilyn+9+Months+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb5M5T2XHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yNAlOWDwK0s/s320/Emilyn+9+Months+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352239207114234994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb6p4A7-CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U37pC2Ylkp8/s1600-h/Emilyn+9+Months+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skb6p4A7-CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U37pC2Ylkp8/s320/Emilyn+9+Months+112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352240804494309410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-1900524123891431656?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1900524123891431656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1900524123891431656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1900524123891431656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Skbw_eBfJfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/txKsDbI9XSM/s72-c/Emilyn+9+Months+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-5247575028162940827</id><published>2009-06-03T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:55:02.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new favorite picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidQ-avWpaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W2U9PIcn_c4/s1600-h/Emilyn+7+Months+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidQ-avWpaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W2U9PIcn_c4/s320/Emilyn+7+Months+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343328516158432674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving to stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidSawBnnSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z7YibYxClRI/s1600-h/Emilyn+7+Months+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidSawBnnSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z7YibYxClRI/s320/Emilyn+7+Months+047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343330102420151586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time with Teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidR8e-v0OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7HhEh-vUsn4/s1600-h/Emilyn+7+Months+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidR8e-v0OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7HhEh-vUsn4/s320/Emilyn+7+Months+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343329582448627938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn's new favorite thing is to pull herself up and stand in her crib.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidTCcJmUYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_ffoVAmB9Og/s1600-h/Emilyn+7+Months+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidTCcJmUYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_ffoVAmB9Og/s320/Emilyn+7+Months+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343330784279679362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-5247575028162940827?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5247575028162940827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-favorite-picture-loving-to-stand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/5247575028162940827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/5247575028162940827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-favorite-picture-loving-to-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SidQ-avWpaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W2U9PIcn_c4/s72-c/Emilyn+7+Months+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-6286879764521153886</id><published>2009-05-25T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:20:02.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Brace yourselves for what I am about to say...I know this may create quite the stir and people will think I am crazy but I just have to get it out there. I don't really care for Memorial Day. There, I said it. Finally it's off my chest. I love what Memorial Day stands for. I think there should be more days to honor the men and women who have served our country and I definitely appreciate the freedoms afforded because of their sacrifices. But it bothers me that so many people see it as just a day off. A day to BBQ or a weekend to go camping. To those of you I know who have served or are currently serving, I extend my deepest gratitude. To Scott, Jeremy, Phil, Nick, Kyle's family members, my uncles, my grandpas, my dad. I thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me Memorial Day is an emotional day. As a kid we had a tradition of going to the cemetery to put flowers on my Grandpa Engle's grave. As we admired all the U.S. flags lining the roads in the cemetery we would stand there as a family and my dad would pray. Now I am the one standing over my dad's grave praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's been almost 10 years I still have an incredibly difficult time seeing his name written on that headstone. It's just so cold, so permanent. I know my dad and grandpas are in a better place because of what they believed, but it doesn't make me miss them less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have managed to muster up the courage to go to the cemetery I end up standing there sobbing and blubbering like a baby. My eyes are red and puffy for days afterward and I get what I call a crying headache. I hate it. Last year the count of graves to visit went up again as we added Grandpa Skaufel...which made it even harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go this year, to the graveyard. I feel terribly guilty for not going. I know people in our family keep tabs on who has been there by the kinds of flowers or vases that are left. They are going to know I didn't go. Maybe they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen sent me an email this week with pictures of various military moments. The one that got me was a picture of a boy being presented with a flag by a military gentleman wearing white gloves and a hat. the boy looks about 9 or 10 at the most, sharply dressed in a suit and tie, he is stoically standing there accepting the flag, but you can tell by the look on his face he is struggling to accept the fact his dad is gone. The extent to what people go through for our country amazes me. To the families of all our military personnel, I thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-6286879764521153886?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6286879764521153886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/05/brace-yourselves-for-what-i-am-about-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6286879764521153886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6286879764521153886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/05/brace-yourselves-for-what-i-am-about-to.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-2248264166842015978</id><published>2009-05-04T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:21:49.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloomsday</title><content type='html'>Contrary to what you may think from the title of this post, we did not do Bloomsday. I used to do it every year with cousin Stephanie and Grandma. We wore fanny packs filled with candy as "fuel" that gives you an idea of how long ago it was. Then it got popular and everyone started doing it. So I quit. Hey, don't give me a hard time and ask "why didn't you do it?" I put my time in people, now I get to be the one to laugh at the crazies the day after who complain about being sore. All for a shirt that you wear once before it becomes a good candidate for new pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did however go to Uncle Neal and Aunt Jo's for the annual Bloomsday BBQ. It was fun seeing the fam. Grandma's brood of great-grandkids is growing rapidly. The number is up to 7 now! Here she is with all of them.      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sf-uAu2W0OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mT0gnJqIvZA/s1600-h/7+Months+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sf-uAu2W0OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mT0gnJqIvZA/s320/7+Months+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332171811429208290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-2248264166842015978?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2248264166842015978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloomsday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2248264166842015978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2248264166842015978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloomsday.html' title='Bloomsday'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sf-uAu2W0OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mT0gnJqIvZA/s72-c/7+Months+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-8195066629786874149</id><published>2009-04-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:37:04.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce Reuse Recycle!</title><content type='html'>I just had to put this one up. She fits so nicely in the recycle bin and loved having Kyle pull her around in circles on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfVERk89zPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJqwtgzT0gg/s1600-h/7+Months+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfVERk89zPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJqwtgzT0gg/s320/7+Months+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329240802830699762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-8195066629786874149?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8195066629786874149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/reduce-reuse-recycle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/8195066629786874149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/8195066629786874149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/reduce-reuse-recycle.html' title='Reduce Reuse Recycle!'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfVERk89zPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJqwtgzT0gg/s72-c/7+Months+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-5497966103982328549</id><published>2009-04-26T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:33:42.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilyn Discovers Grass</title><content type='html'>So Emilyn and I played outside awhile back when it was super nice and warm. Until then she hadn't experienced grass. Keep in mind that she is very oral and puts everything in her mouth and what won't fit in her mouth she licks. You will just have to look at the picture to see what she thought of her first encounter with grass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Mom! I love it outside!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_v0hD9aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s3fXMQQjJkg/s1600-h/7+Months-+Grass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_v0hD9aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s3fXMQQjJkg/s320/7+Months-+Grass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329235824846566818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh what's all this green stuff? I am so excited, something new to discover!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_wSlJh-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/C9uHxPmNHDI/s1600-h/7+Months+excited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_wSlJh-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/C9uHxPmNHDI/s320/7+Months+excited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329235832916772834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I better check it out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_wmU8QZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TsawZJIveXc/s1600-h/7+Months+what%27s+this.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_wmU8QZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TsawZJIveXc/s320/7+Months+what%27s+this.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329235838217503122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would probably be a good idea to taste it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_wwh7U5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QXt6dqkcmqc/s1600-h/7+Months+taste+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_wwh7U5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QXt6dqkcmqc/s320/7+Months+taste+it.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329235840956322706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This stuff isn't too bad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_xF6-LpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/m5wYUC2JhDc/s1600-h/7+Months+hm+not+too+bad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_xF6-LpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/m5wYUC2JhDc/s320/7+Months+hm+not+too+bad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329235846698512018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually on second thought..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfVA5usLN9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-rCwARbDets/s1600-h/7+Months+ew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfVA5usLN9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-rCwARbDets/s320/7+Months+ew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329237094592886738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was I thinking?! What kind of terrible crap is this? It better do something amazing for my figure." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfVA5X6EJDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qfpytyO8zlA/s1600-h/7+Months+on+second+thought.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfVA5X6EJDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qfpytyO8zlA/s320/7+Months+on+second+thought.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329237088477127730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-5497966103982328549?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5497966103982328549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/emilyn-discovers-grass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/5497966103982328549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/5497966103982328549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/emilyn-discovers-grass.html' title='Emilyn Discovers Grass'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SfU_v0hD9aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s3fXMQQjJkg/s72-c/7+Months-+Grass.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-6135635283201210931</id><published>2009-04-13T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:15:25.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Emilyn had a great first Easter. Saturday we went out to my mom's for the annual egg hunt she puts on for all the nieces, nephews, grand kids, or really any kid even remotely related to our family. The entire hunt lasted all but about 15 minutes, and the kids had fun despite the rain. Emilyn stayed inside for most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's cutest nephew, Gus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQB_843wwI/AAAAAAAAACs/HQ7eYy3xzlA/s1600-h/6+Months+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQB_843wwI/AAAAAAAAACs/HQ7eYy3xzlA/s320/6+Months+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324382857646818050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's cutest niece, Amelia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQCXzbhBWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N_DPZf1orpc/s1600-h/6+Months+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQCXzbhBWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N_DPZf1orpc/s320/6+Months+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324383267424634210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we got up and went to church then headed to Kyle's parents for lunch. Claire made a fabulous meal as usual. Auntie Liz took Emilyn out to the rabbit hutch to see the bunnies. She loved watching them and laughed when she would touch their soft fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQG3LxSsxI/AAAAAAAAADk/7DQ4dLQcfAA/s1600-h/Easter+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQG3LxSsxI/AAAAAAAAADk/7DQ4dLQcfAA/s320/Easter+2009+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324388204580877074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQDKfalMWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C4HsFrw0krE/s1600-h/Easter+Family+Picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQDKfalMWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C4HsFrw0krE/s320/Easter+Family+Picture.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384138225332578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had to spend most of the afternoon working on my literature review for my research paper, but not before we got some fun pictures of Emi wearing the bunny ears. I know it's cruel, but I couldn't resist. Can anyone say chubby bunny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQEt8M-tTI/AAAAAAAAADM/AmjaXPqUHwE/s1600-h/Easter+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQEt8M-tTI/AAAAAAAAADM/AmjaXPqUHwE/s320/Easter+2009+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324385846759961906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenading us at the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQFtH0sHkI/AAAAAAAAADU/fM78HyOKWrc/s1600-h/Easter+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQFtH0sHkI/AAAAAAAAADU/fM78HyOKWrc/s320/Easter+2009+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386932211064386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQGTZjeVsI/AAAAAAAAADc/alh8YeH0Vxg/s1600-h/Easter+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQGTZjeVsI/AAAAAAAAADc/alh8YeH0Vxg/s320/Easter+2009+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324387589805725378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQHdIMhTSI/AAAAAAAAADs/_0tWPijF_k0/s1600-h/Easter+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQHdIMhTSI/AAAAAAAAADs/_0tWPijF_k0/s320/Easter+2009+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324388856456367394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps saying just wait, next year she will be running around with all the other kids hunting for eggs. A few months ago I couldn't wait for her hold her head up, smile, sit up, eat solid foods and all the other milestones. With every new development I keep looking towards the next one. I realized the other day that although it will be exciting when she can crawl, talk, or feed herself, I will never get this time with her again. I am having to force myself to slow down and soak in what she is right now- at this very moment...to savor the little noises she makes, to pause a little longer as I cuddle with her at bedtime, to let her take things in at her own pace. Because the pace of life around her sure seems to be going pretty fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-6135635283201210931?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6135635283201210931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6135635283201210931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6135635283201210931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SeQB_843wwI/AAAAAAAAACs/HQ7eYy3xzlA/s72-c/6+Months+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-4155097561846412444</id><published>2009-04-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:49:32.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know this was back in February- I apologize for my tardy posting, but I made no guarantees when I started this blog, so complaints will not be accepted. Back on President's Day weekend we headed to the other side of the state to visit family. Kyle and I realized on the way over that it was the same time one year ago that we took the same trip just after we found out we were pregnant. This trip last year, I remember feeling like crap all weekend and making excuses as to why I had to go to the bathroom all the time. We had gone out to dinner with my brothers at this really cool restaurant. They both just had to order some Cajun pasta dish that smelled HORRIBLE! All I could think during dinner was, "please don't throw up, please don't throw up". My how things change in a year! This year we had a little one in the car seat behind us. We had a great time hanging out with Jeff, Kevin and Jen again. We were also able to meet Jeff's girlfriend Crystal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn was introduced to her Great Grandma, as well as her great uncle, great aunts, and cousins. We had a fabulous time catching up with Kyle's family and enjoying some of Aunt Leslie's tasty tacos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and Jen, owners of the Engle Inn-Puyallup Branch. We were able to stay in the Scott Suite again this year and enjoyed the excellent cuisine as usual. What wonderful hosts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sdlst1q9_oI/AAAAAAAAACE/BdqtBIMpHmM/s1600-h/Emilyn+5+Months+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sdlst1q9_oI/AAAAAAAAACE/BdqtBIMpHmM/s320/Emilyn+5+Months+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321403969472167554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Emi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SdltDqyVZjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GdiDDXS5ecw/s1600-h/Emilyn+5+Months+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SdltDqyVZjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GdiDDXS5ecw/s320/Emilyn+5+Months+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321404344507393586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a walk at Point Defiance (Jeff, Crystal, Kevin, Jen, Kyle &amp; Emilyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SdltflkQ7_I/AAAAAAAAACU/I_4exXtiDUQ/s1600-h/Emilyn+5+Months+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SdltflkQ7_I/AAAAAAAAACU/I_4exXtiDUQ/s320/Emilyn+5+Months+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321404824142540786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn meets GG, and Kyle's shaggy beard...yeah, I don't miss that. Thank goodness the beard trimmer "broke" and he had to shave it all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sdl4GE7MbaI/AAAAAAAAACc/CIMvNnevSIE/s1600-h/Emilyn+5+Months+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sdl4GE7MbaI/AAAAAAAAACc/CIMvNnevSIE/s320/Emilyn+5+Months+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321416480511520162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sdl5ySjEWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/u1Sb_QdOLms/s1600-h/Emilyn+5+Months+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sdl5ySjEWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/u1Sb_QdOLms/s320/Emilyn+5+Months+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321418339594295970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-4155097561846412444?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4155097561846412444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/presidents-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/4155097561846412444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/4155097561846412444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/presidents-day-weekend.html' title='President&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sdlst1q9_oI/AAAAAAAAACE/BdqtBIMpHmM/s72-c/Emilyn+5+Months+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-8967759943509102308</id><published>2009-03-30T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:41:06.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco Reflections</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the official first day of spring break, Kyle and I took Emilyn to Costco. Wahoo! I am not used to running errands in the middle of the day, but when I do I am always impressed with the number of people out and about. Who knew that it would be so busy at 11:30 on a week day. What does the rest of the world do all day? Don't they have jobs or something? I know they can't all be teachers on spring break (although I did see Melanie and Jonah, but that's only 1 in a huge crowd).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we got our things and decided to treat ourselves to a Costco lunch. Kyle just had to get a sausage dog. Ugh. Whenever he does that, I can smell it on his breath for a week. It's the sausage that just keeps going. I guess you get your money's worth that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone should do a study on Costco food court culture. (I really only say that because I am taking an Ed. Research class and have research on the brain). There are never enough tables for everyone and all the food is Costco sized portion, hence you can't eat it easily in the car (plus it's bad enough that Kyle's breath smells like sausage, I really don't want that aroma in my car as well) so you are forced to eat there. Well, you know how it goes, you stand there scaning the tables hoping to find two seats together and hope beyond everyhing that it isn't next to the crazy looking people and their gross kids who are running around screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we ended up next to a nice looking older couple. They immediately commented on how happy our little boy was (they must not have seen the flowers on Emilyn's bib and sleeves, but to their defense it was a tealish blue shirt with brown pants). Anyhow they made the usual comments and asked the usual baby questions, "is this your first, how old, it sure changes your life doesn't it?" The wife excused herself to go pick up the husband's prescription, she told him to stay there and she would come back to get him in a bit. He jokingly reminded her to get him and not some other guy sitting around. We hadn't been there with him more than 2 minutes when he started in on the same round of questions as before. We pretended we hadn't told him the exact same thing just moments earlier. The conversation would go to other things like his family and how long they have lived here and the retirement community he and his wife lived in. He even shared that he had fought in WWII, but every few minutes he would smile at Emilyn and ask the same questions about her, in the same order. We patiently answered them exactly as we had 2 minutes ago and the 2 minutes before that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car on the way home we commented on the wife's commitment to and patience for her husband. Of all the things they have probably seen and experienced in their life together. We wondered where we would be in 60 some odd years. Kyle's hand reached over and grabbed mine as I looked out the window and we rode a few minutes in silence. If we are both still alive then, we will be together. Nobody else can handle our quirks :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There was a lady there today who bought a whole cart of pretzels and a whole cart of fruit snacks! Only at Costco will you ever see anything like that. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-8967759943509102308?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8967759943509102308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/03/costco-reflections.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/8967759943509102308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/8967759943509102308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/03/costco-reflections.html' title='Costco Reflections'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-6391361859576900304</id><published>2009-03-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:13:06.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Life has been nuts at the Scott house. I will eloborate later, but I just have to share a picture of Emilyn. Yes, that is a bottle of white out she is holding and yes, I am a bad mom for letting her play with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sb8iacJ0E0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/z2-vF7evO_o/s1600-h/6+Months+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sb8iacJ0E0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/z2-vF7evO_o/s320/6+Months+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314003922949772098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-6391361859576900304?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6391361859576900304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/03/quickie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6391361859576900304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/6391361859576900304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/03/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/Sb8iacJ0E0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/z2-vF7evO_o/s72-c/6+Months+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-1512672486389878353</id><published>2009-02-22T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:57:57.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Need</title><content type='html'>I saw this on a friend's face book and thought I would try it out. Go to any search engine (I used Google) type in your first name and "needs" after it. See what you come up with. Here is what Katie "needs":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hula lessons&lt;br /&gt;2) your help&lt;br /&gt;3) IV fluids&lt;br /&gt;4) to work on her posture&lt;br /&gt;5) to be on her own&lt;br /&gt;6) a blog&lt;br /&gt;7) parenting classes&lt;br /&gt;8) a life&lt;br /&gt;9) a home&lt;br /&gt;10) new jeans&lt;br /&gt;11) your thoughts and prayers (emotional support and coping techniques) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most were in reference to Katie Holmes or Katie Couric, but one was in reference to a "special needs" cat that needed a home and #11 I think was a church prayer chain or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Kyle "needs"&lt;br /&gt;1) a hot dog&lt;br /&gt;2) a nickname&lt;br /&gt;3) a chiropractor&lt;br /&gt;4) rum&lt;br /&gt;5) security in family&lt;br /&gt;6) to tidy his desk&lt;br /&gt;7) to retire&lt;br /&gt;8) to jam with someone&lt;br /&gt;9) a strong male "presents" (no that is not my typo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much that came up for Emilyn. I don't see why not, it is such a common name :) Anyhow, if you have a second try it out. If anything it's good for a laugh. Strange how so many of them are actually true. Let me know if you come up with some good ones. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-1512672486389878353?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1512672486389878353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1512672486389878353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1512672486389878353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-need.html' title='What I Need'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-2012683795773384280</id><published>2009-01-31T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:08:02.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SYTLEqRMvgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eJOFy3Lfs4c/s1600-h/Emilyn+4+months+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SYTLEqRMvgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eJOFy3Lfs4c/s320/Emilyn+4+months+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297582342620888578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene in our bathroom two weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn is in the tub happily splashing and flailing her arms about. I am running a washcloth around in her mouth (I had heard it was good for baby's gums). Oh, what is that on her gums? It looks like a little spot of spit up or something. I'll try and wipe it off. Um, it's not coming off. Maybe I should lift her lip up and take a closer look.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Way! KYLE!!! Come look at this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle enters and I lift her lip again for him to inspect, hoping what I saw is not what I think it is. Yup, it is. A little tiny bit of a tooth starting to show itself. No wonder she has been drooling like a St. Bernard and chewing on her hand as if it was her last meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth hasn't come out much farther since then. It is taking it jolly time, which is perfectly fine by me since she is still breastfeeding. Besides the drool and the need for chewing on things Emi doesn't seem bothered by it either. But it is definitely not what I expected and caught me completely off guard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I was not feeling well at all last Sunday (nasty cold). So Emilyn and I stayed home and got some extra snuggle time in, not to mention a nice nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SYTDkp2up9I/AAAAAAAAABk/KGoStHRUq_w/s1600-h/Emilyn+4+months+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SYTDkp2up9I/AAAAAAAAABk/KGoStHRUq_w/s320/Emilyn+4+months+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297574096172656594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago my brother Jeff was in town and so were Kevin and Jen. Wes, Sara, and the kids came up and we had lunch at Mom and Randy's with the fam. Grandma even came out to Mom's. Emi laughed for the first time at her Uncle Jeff, then later at Uncle Kevin and Daddy. She gets completely exhausted just watching her cousins run around. You can tell she can't wait to be able to get down and play with them. Here she is making Uncle Kevin and Aunt Jen make funny faces to try and get her to smile, which isn't too hard. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SYTETJ-74wI/AAAAAAAAABs/yETX726LE6I/s1600-h/winter+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SYTETJ-74wI/AAAAAAAAABs/yETX726LE6I/s320/winter+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297574895070995202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-2012683795773384280?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2012683795773384280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2012683795773384280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2012683795773384280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-way.html' title='No Way!'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SYTLEqRMvgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eJOFy3Lfs4c/s72-c/Emilyn+4+months+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-2310818670161685038</id><published>2009-01-15T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:48:36.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got In!</title><content type='html'>I just got a voice mail from my advisor and there is room for me in the online Ed. Research class I need! Yeah!!!! Although this requires me to be much more self-motivated than I normally am, at least I get to see my husband and daughter on Tuesdays. I have never been this excited about a class before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as promised here are some more pics of Emilyn. She is quite the character. At her 4 month appointment this week the doctor gently turned her head to look in her ears and she promptly made it known that she was not pleased with him for doing that. He so diplomatically said, "Oh my, well she sure knows what she likes and doesn't like. If you direct that she will be quite the leader but otherwise she will be a handful." I laughed out loud, mostly because that didn't surprise me one bit. Even for a 4 month old she is very opinionated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emi is now in the 50th percentile for height at 24" long and in the 97th percentile in weight at 16.6 pounds. You mathematicians out there you can figure out the exact ounces, anything beyond first grade math takes me too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAd1RtpQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ft8sGQYbmJ8/s1600-h/Emilyn+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAd1RtpQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ft8sGQYbmJ8/s320/Emilyn+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291762363285455762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   "Hey baby, check out my double chin!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAegCyErQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1GF50oh4wyI/s1600-h/Emilyn+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAegCyErQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1GF50oh4wyI/s320/Emilyn+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291763098011872514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAewTPt3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UqSLbx32eCo/s1600-h/Emilyn+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAewTPt3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UqSLbx32eCo/s320/Emilyn+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291763377309080722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Taking the Bumbo for a test drive. Thanks again Alisha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAfGyLX9iI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tQ6Id4f4m8/s1600-h/Emilyn+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAfGyLX9iI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tQ6Id4f4m8/s320/Emilyn+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291763763569489442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yum, tasty baby doll. Thanks Uncle Wes, Aunt Sara, Amelia, and Gus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-2310818670161685038?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2310818670161685038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2310818670161685038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/2310818670161685038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-in.html' title='I Got In!'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SXAd1RtpQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ft8sGQYbmJ8/s72-c/Emilyn+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-1512685280240690042</id><published>2009-01-14T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:39:53.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Me Awake</title><content type='html'>Contrary to what you may think, it is not Emilyn's crying keeping me up. It is thoughts like, "Don't forget to put clean clothes in the diaper bag in the morning. What should I make for dinner tomorrow? Whose birthday have I forgotten? Did I remember to lock the car? (my ipod was stolen out of the glovebox of our car and someone took our shovel off the front porch last month during the snowstorm so I am a little paranoid). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my thought was "I hope I can get into the online class I need". As many of you know I am currently working on my master's degree. I am slated to be done this summer (yipee!). One of the classes I have to take is Educational Research (not so yipee!). At my advising appointment a while back I discovered it was offered as an online course in addition to it being offered on campus, but priority is given to those living farther away from Whitworth. I begged and pleaded to get into the class and was put on the waiting list. I will hopefully find out tomorrow if there is a spot for me. If not I will have to take it on campus which means that Tuesdays will be incredibly long days. Since the class starts at 5:30 that wouldn't leave me any time to get home after work to eat dinner, let alone see Emi and Kyle for a minute. The class gets out at 9:30 so I wouldn't get home until 10:00 at night. So I am praying like crazy that I can get into the online class. It would make my life so much easier. I will keep y'all posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for some Emilyn pictures and to hear how chubby she was yesterday for her 4 month check up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603376312607774171-1512685280240690042?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1512685280240690042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/keeping-me-awake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1512685280240690042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/1512685280240690042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/keeping-me-awake.html' title='Keeping Me Awake'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603376312607774171.post-3914730300292793095</id><published>2009-01-05T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:36:44.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unveiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SWLtZAwMnlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IdfMaR-njAU/s1600-h/Emilyn+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049926441049682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SWLtZAwMnlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IdfMaR-njAU/s320/Emilyn+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SWLtY3GoCLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0Ym_Ns9JmGA/s1600-h/Emilyn+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049923850766514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SWLtY3GoCLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0Ym_Ns9JmGA/s320/Emilyn+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SWLtYlnnO7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GojouM-hQEM/s1600-h/Emilyn+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049919157287858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SWLtYlnnO7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GojouM-hQEM/s320/Emilyn+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so some of you (you know who you are) have been pressuring me to be sending new pictures of Emilyn. I am just not on top of things enough to be doing that on a consistent basis and I don't want to waste the time of those who don't have time to be looking at pictures of our fabulous daughter (although I find that hard to believe). So I am giving in to the ultimate compromise... a blog. This may work and I may stay of top of things on a consistent basis, but then again this just might be my first and last post. We'll see. At least I will appease the Emilyn fans, even if only temporarily. &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/2603376312607774171-3914730300292793095?l=scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3914730300292793095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/unveiling.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/3914730300292793095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603376312607774171/posts/default/3914730300292793095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottworldhappenings.blogspot.com/2009/01/unveiling.html' title='The Unveiling'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a6UGpqfaJ0/SWLtZAwMnlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IdfMaR-njAU/s72-c/Emilyn+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
