<?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-588934041405144036</id><updated>2011-06-27T07:41:09.660-07:00</updated><category term='pot'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Molly's Magical Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4046211494236936799</id><published>2009-04-13T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:57:23.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SePUJH9Mk0I/AAAAAAAAARw/4VZTVGxywjk/s1600-h/bubbles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SePUJH9Mk0I/AAAAAAAAARw/4VZTVGxywjk/s320/bubbles1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332437701694274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been awhile since I blogged.  I'm not going to catch up on everything.  I'll only say the biggest things that happened.  We've upgraded our living situation, and Elliot has started saying real words.  Elliot talking is huge, because he was diagnosed with Autism back in November, and everyday since then I've been stressing myself worrying about him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SePT03c0IWI/AAAAAAAAARg/i1-zCbM_ktY/s1600-h/bubbles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SePT03c0IWI/AAAAAAAAARg/i1-zCbM_ktY/s320/bubbles2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332089673523554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some updated pictures of the kids.  Camille is almost seven months old, and crawling everywhere and trying to get into things.  I don't mind yet, because I think it's cute.  Elliot has really taken to loving bubbles.  He used to just watch them from a distance, but now he chases them and tries to pop them.  Wyatt is growing up and thinks he's big.  He helps Jeff and I by parenting Elliot and Camille.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SePT8LpwKRI/AAAAAAAAARo/MI40MvZv1oQ/s1600-h/trashbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SePT8LpwKRI/AAAAAAAAARo/MI40MvZv1oQ/s320/trashbag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332215355582738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4046211494236936799?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4046211494236936799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4046211494236936799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4046211494236936799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4046211494236936799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-update.html' title='April Update'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SePUJH9Mk0I/AAAAAAAAARw/4VZTVGxywjk/s72-c/bubbles1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-2911722771831581925</id><published>2009-01-27T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:39:39.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Virginia...Finally!</title><content type='html'>Today school is closed and we are enjoying some real snow.  It's always quite pretty in the morning until the cars come out with their ugly snow tracks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX867eQc5JI/AAAAAAAAARA/l4bgbNAfUOQ/s1600-h/elliotlooksnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX867eQc5JI/AAAAAAAAARA/l4bgbNAfUOQ/s320/elliotlooksnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296016480219751570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot was very interested when he first saw the snow this morning.  Wyatt, of course, wanted to play in it and got dressed himself to go outside.  Elliot decided eventually that he wanted to go to.  I got Elliot dressed and then set him free in the back yard.  He took the snow very seriously, while trying to grasp what it was and why it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX89RCucD2I/AAAAAAAAARI/Lzi3v43ae1U/s1600-h/snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX89RCucD2I/AAAAAAAAARI/Lzi3v43ae1U/s320/snow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296019049809710946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX89nAvlH3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/JCTVFDI5KJY/s1600-h/snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX89nAvlH3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/JCTVFDI5KJY/s320/snow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296019427234750322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And what is better than hot chocolate after playing in the snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX8-szI4lJI/AAAAAAAAARY/L4eyR_-lG7M/s1600-h/hotchocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX8-szI4lJI/AAAAAAAAARY/L4eyR_-lG7M/s320/hotchocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296020626173629586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-2911722771831581925?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2911722771831581925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=2911722771831581925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2911722771831581925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2911722771831581925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-in-virginiafinally.html' title='Snow in Virginia...Finally!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX867eQc5JI/AAAAAAAAARA/l4bgbNAfUOQ/s72-c/elliotlooksnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-3108147313755283280</id><published>2009-01-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:01:09.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille 4 months!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX83Pxp-6sI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x5v6XX75o-I/s1600-h/camillestar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX83Pxp-6sI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x5v6XX75o-I/s320/camillestar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296012430977985218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille has been a super cute lately just being the baby that she is.  You know, the typical baby stuff like rolling, crying, laughing and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX835RzhyDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SNzI8ehoYws/s1600-h/camilletoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX835RzhyDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SNzI8ehoYws/s320/camilletoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296013143982590002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has also found her toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-3108147313755283280?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/3108147313755283280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=3108147313755283280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3108147313755283280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3108147313755283280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2009/01/camille-4-months.html' title='Camille 4 months!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SX83Pxp-6sI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x5v6XX75o-I/s72-c/camillestar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-8800441384323091836</id><published>2009-01-05T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:23:39.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling</title><content type='html'>Camille started rolling over around three months of age.   Here's some footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c0576556e99c52ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0576556e99c52ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72F7EB7432196D244693244507DE14B061909477.65977E2470E88C5AFE538FA759075609E161030B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0576556e99c52ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSwY3zOVOQw5Iww4AvHXbXfuDe_c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0576556e99c52ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72F7EB7432196D244693244507DE14B061909477.65977E2470E88C5AFE538FA759075609E161030B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0576556e99c52ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSwY3zOVOQw5Iww4AvHXbXfuDe_c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-8800441384323091836?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c0576556e99c52ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8800441384323091836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=8800441384323091836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8800441384323091836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8800441384323091836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2009/01/rolling.html' title='Rolling'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-7416178039884942500</id><published>2008-12-30T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:04:36.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SVpVFsgx99I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UM6EOSxLAuo/s1600-h/videogamers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SVpVFsgx99I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UM6EOSxLAuo/s320/videogamers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630669009057746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What better present is there for little boys at Christmas time then video games.?  It's been keeping them both busy.  Wyatt so far has beat his Indiana Jones and the Temple Doom part of his Indy DS game.  He's working on a different Indy movie part of the game now.  Elliot just loves any video game you hand him.  He's pretty good for a two year old and it's cute to watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SVpUtoouJfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4z__mBHI4oQ/s1600-h/echocamille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SVpUtoouJfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4z__mBHI4oQ/s320/echocamille.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630255651759602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camille with cute cat shirt and cute real cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SVpTVMdIQEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ey2q_ztndoI/s1600-h/cam2892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SVpTVMdIQEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ey2q_ztndoI/s320/cam2892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285628736258457666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first time Camille sat in her excersaucer.  She liked it for about seven minutes and then wanted out.  I think she'll like a Janie Jump Up  better.  I'll get her one at her 4 month mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74ecbb3abcf511df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74ecbb3abcf511df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CC03D35FBE0D6BAE86732A2EA407B6920A96EA4.1741BB9A519F359248DB4C6844FE77D191102FC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74ecbb3abcf511df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjndgkzfYyag2_vQv4UaIDw47fHk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74ecbb3abcf511df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CC03D35FBE0D6BAE86732A2EA407B6920A96EA4.1741BB9A519F359248DB4C6844FE77D191102FC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74ecbb3abcf511df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjndgkzfYyag2_vQv4UaIDw47fHk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;For those of you who know Elliot know he loves Yo Gabba Gabba.  He got a dancing Brobee for Christmas but he wasn't sure what to think of it.  He did smile at him at first but that's not on camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-7416178039884942500?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=74ecbb3abcf511df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7416178039884942500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=7416178039884942500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/7416178039884942500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/7416178039884942500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-better-present-is-there-for-little.html' title='December'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SVpVFsgx99I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UM6EOSxLAuo/s72-c/videogamers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-6430911295823470723</id><published>2008-12-16T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:47:52.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Wolf Lodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhJeH9mFgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qEBOFa_mXR4/s1600-h/GWLsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhJeH9mFgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qEBOFa_mXR4/s320/GWLsanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280551344974206466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed one night at the Great Wolf Lodge.  I didn't get many good pictures because of the short time being there and fear of losing/ruining my camera at the water park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is relaxing at night in the room.  We got a free upgrade to their biggest room because we arrived too early and the room we paid for wasn't clean yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhHs8vfQJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3wZtcE5Huhc/s1600-h/gwl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhHs8vfQJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3wZtcE5Huhc/s320/gwl7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280549400637030546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhHfomE7iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/A6m6R2pecGw/s1600-h/GWL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhHfomE7iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/A6m6R2pecGw/s320/GWL1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280549171890548258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was coming home.  They were both sleeping not long after this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhH2B9gM2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Byy4iKdiOrQ/s1600-h/gwl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhH2B9gM2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Byy4iKdiOrQ/s320/gwl6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280549556656812898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hannaandersson.com/"&gt;Of course I wasn't going to leave without shopping at the outlets in Williamsburg.   Camille is modeling her $72 outfit I got $15.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhKdjvV4kI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eVm0o1O5K0s/s1600-h/gwl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhKdjvV4kI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eVm0o1O5K0s/s320/gwl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280552434762375746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-6430911295823470723?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/6430911295823470723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=6430911295823470723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6430911295823470723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6430911295823470723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-wolf-lodge.html' title='The Great Wolf Lodge'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUhJeH9mFgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qEBOFa_mXR4/s72-c/GWLsanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-708839122183386342</id><published>2008-12-13T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:59:11.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUQvtssfRaI/AAAAAAAAANw/gvk_MvuPbhw/s1600-h/inthesink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUQvtssfRaI/AAAAAAAAANw/gvk_MvuPbhw/s320/inthesink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279397125323441570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to add more in a bit, but I got to get the kids ready for the ward Christmas party.  For now enjoy a picture of cutie Camille in the sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-708839122183386342?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/708839122183386342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=708839122183386342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/708839122183386342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/708839122183386342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/12/freshing-up.html' title='Freshing up...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SUQvtssfRaI/AAAAAAAAANw/gvk_MvuPbhw/s72-c/inthesink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4329661967260060992</id><published>2008-11-08T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:46:31.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SRYWlgk8uOI/AAAAAAAAALs/Icq_MVnNpF0/s1600-h/loungingcamell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SRYWlgk8uOI/AAAAAAAAALs/Icq_MVnNpF0/s320/loungingcamell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266421647912253666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Camille will like TV as much as Elliot.  This is her smiling at Yo Gabba Gabba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4329661967260060992?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4329661967260060992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4329661967260060992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4329661967260060992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4329661967260060992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/11/babies.html' title='The Babies'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SRYWlgk8uOI/AAAAAAAAALs/Icq_MVnNpF0/s72-c/loungingcamell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-8666500160220358726</id><published>2008-10-28T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:59:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SQcasTvCXcI/AAAAAAAAALk/a98GxKbvUMM/s1600-h/levicamtwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SQcasTvCXcI/AAAAAAAAALk/a98GxKbvUMM/s320/levicamtwins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262204038119841218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille and Levi were born on the same day.  We got a picture of them in matching gowns.  Aren't they cute?  Can you guess what baby is Terry's and what baby is mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-8666500160220358726?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8666500160220358726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=8666500160220358726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8666500160220358726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8666500160220358726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/matching-babies.html' title='Matching Babies'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SQcasTvCXcI/AAAAAAAAALk/a98GxKbvUMM/s72-c/levicamtwins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-2678035827826317803</id><published>2008-10-22T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:37:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SP-dA7O33wI/AAAAAAAAALc/IdQnH0ZQj78/s1600-h/hollowdemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SP-dA7O33wI/AAAAAAAAALc/IdQnH0ZQj78/s320/hollowdemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260095529017663234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Molly/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-2678035827826317803?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2678035827826317803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=2678035827826317803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2678035827826317803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2678035827826317803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SP-dA7O33wI/AAAAAAAAALc/IdQnH0ZQj78/s72-c/hollowdemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-679609770250111265</id><published>2008-10-14T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:02:12.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPTenPoShVI/AAAAAAAAALU/GUVnhwCeHNE/s1600-h/firstcribnap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPTenPoShVI/AAAAAAAAALU/GUVnhwCeHNE/s320/firstcribnap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257071430839993682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille's first nap in her crib... so special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-679609770250111265?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/679609770250111265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=679609770250111265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/679609770250111265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/679609770250111265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/crib.html' title='Crib'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPTenPoShVI/AAAAAAAAALU/GUVnhwCeHNE/s72-c/firstcribnap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5665298191070735919</id><published>2008-10-11T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:06:39.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Camille Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEHJCW7xRI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hoab5_lpvoU/s1600-h/lilhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEHJCW7xRI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hoab5_lpvoU/s320/lilhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255990091951359250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEG9qHtK3I/AAAAAAAAALA/6XMTCLUi6CU/s1600-h/sidesleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEG9qHtK3I/AAAAAAAAALA/6XMTCLUi6CU/s320/sidesleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255989896466475890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEGsVM-UlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/c9DptBlqVOU/s1600-h/bowbracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEGsVM-UlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/c9DptBlqVOU/s320/bowbracelet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255989598793650770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd post some more pictures of little Camille.  The one with the bow and bracelet is from  my friend Melissa.  She made those for me, and they are oh so cute!  Thanks, Melissa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5665298191070735919?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5665298191070735919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5665298191070735919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5665298191070735919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5665298191070735919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-camille-pics.html' title='More Camille Pics'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEHJCW7xRI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hoab5_lpvoU/s72-c/lilhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-9014564532077927082</id><published>2008-10-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:00:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Project #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEFzNeGbSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NmkwnbKGBSo/s1600-h/dressproject3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEFzNeGbSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NmkwnbKGBSo/s320/dressproject3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255988617465457954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did it again.  I managed to sew another dress.  It isn't perfect yet, but I'm getting better.  This dress was a practice dress, before I attempted it with Camille's Christmas dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-9014564532077927082?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/9014564532077927082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=9014564532077927082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9014564532077927082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9014564532077927082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/dress-project-3.html' title='Dress Project #3'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SPEFzNeGbSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NmkwnbKGBSo/s72-c/dressproject3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-3694943558861165408</id><published>2008-09-29T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:19:53.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt Loves Camille</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SOGL7ZFpgkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Aiu6oCunqBw/s1600-h/wyattholdcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SOGL7ZFpgkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Aiu6oCunqBw/s320/wyattholdcam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251632492953829954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just want to mention that Wyatt loves Camille and always asks to hold her.  Elliot is not interested in her either way.  When Wyatt first saw her we asked him what he thought.  He said, "She looks good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-3694943558861165408?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/3694943558861165408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=3694943558861165408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3694943558861165408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3694943558861165408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/09/wyatt-loves-camille.html' title='Wyatt Loves Camille'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SOGL7ZFpgkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Aiu6oCunqBw/s72-c/wyattholdcam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4242576776395861083</id><published>2008-09-21T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:20:19.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille Elise Henry</title><content type='html'>Well, beautiful baby Camille finally came.  She was born September 19 2008 at 5:13 am, and weighed 10 lbs. 11 oz.  If you want details on the labor and delivery I'll tell you in person later.  I'm completely in love with her, and  she's perfect.  Also, she now shares the same birthday of her cousin Levi.  My sister Terry gave birth to her baby boy on the same day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa5gRGQTDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3vOj1Fczsy4/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa5gRGQTDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3vOj1Fczsy4/s320/baby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248586379743480882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa5yU2LPvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tr75DzlDYsI/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa5yU2LPvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tr75DzlDYsI/s320/baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248586689987428082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa5_syiztI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wEyejL8lal4/s1600-h/baby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa5_syiztI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wEyejL8lal4/s320/baby3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248586919752945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa6NFCn1fI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A_rREwOXziQ/s1600-h/baby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa6NFCn1fI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A_rREwOXziQ/s320/baby4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248587149601134066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa6dtHfqfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DQDtyFS6fNg/s1600-h/baby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa6dtHfqfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DQDtyFS6fNg/s320/baby5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248587435236895218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4242576776395861083?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4242576776395861083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4242576776395861083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4242576776395861083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4242576776395861083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/09/camille-elise-henry.html' title='Camille Elise Henry'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SNa5gRGQTDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3vOj1Fczsy4/s72-c/baby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-2314094775760589327</id><published>2008-08-25T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:45:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SLKpM7WZl3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/3IB9ISdoQvQ/s1600-h/kinder1day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SLKpM7WZl3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/3IB9ISdoQvQ/s320/kinder1day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238435356140476274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the big day.  We sent Wyatt off to Kindergarten.  He was so excited and he loved getting on the bus.  He gave me a kiss when the bus came and waved to me from his window.  I was happy for Wyatt because he was so happy to go,  and I guess I wasn't really that sad either.  I'll see him around 3:30 today.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   ...and there he goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SLKo19yRUSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ow56CMLMZNg/s1600-h/kinderbus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SLKo19yRUSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ow56CMLMZNg/s320/kinderbus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238434961657254178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-2314094775760589327?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2314094775760589327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=2314094775760589327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2314094775760589327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2314094775760589327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='1st Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SLKpM7WZl3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/3IB9ISdoQvQ/s72-c/kinder1day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-8375811038786825708</id><published>2008-08-15T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:37:55.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnant forever...</title><content type='html'>Something happened to my Widget.  Somehow I back tracked in my pregnancy.  That sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-8375811038786825708?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8375811038786825708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=8375811038786825708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8375811038786825708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8375811038786825708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/pregnant-forever.html' title='pregnant forever...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-9172100159604381413</id><published>2008-07-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:24:24.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Project #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SH9yB-duYPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5O7Cbq2PQiA/s1600-h/Dressproject2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SH9yB-duYPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5O7Cbq2PQiA/s320/Dressproject2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224019471046172914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it again.  The same pattern with just a little bit more experience.  I think we will actually wear this one.  It doesn't look store bought, but I think it turned out pretty cute.  It has its little flaws here and there, but my sewing skills are a work in progress.  And the cool thing is it only cost me $4.80 to make this dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-9172100159604381413?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/9172100159604381413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=9172100159604381413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9172100159604381413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9172100159604381413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/dress-project-2.html' title='Dress Project #2'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SH9yB-duYPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5O7Cbq2PQiA/s72-c/Dressproject2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4158644634185900655</id><published>2008-07-13T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:54:16.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SHqxeDoxF7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/3pb8hlPKVXY/s1600-h/practicedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SHqxeDoxF7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/3pb8hlPKVXY/s320/practicedress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222681847819999154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took up a sewing project.  I don't really know how to sew, but I'm slowly teaching myself.   I started off with this little girl dress.  You can definitely tell an amateur did it.  I was hoping that I would do everything exactly right and my baby girl could wear it.  I think I'll just give it to Sadie (my niece.)  She'll happily wear it with no shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4158644634185900655?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4158644634185900655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4158644634185900655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4158644634185900655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4158644634185900655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/practice-dress.html' title='Practice Dress'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SHqxeDoxF7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/3pb8hlPKVXY/s72-c/practicedress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-9409142406718528</id><published>2008-07-02T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:13:34.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/61/09/32/610932_63654126dfb684f85afo44.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/old-photos"  &gt;Old photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-tree-outline"  &gt;Family tree outline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNTAzNjc5Mzk4NCZwdD*xMjE1MDM2ODExNTAwJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-9409142406718528?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/9409142406718528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=9409142406718528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9409142406718528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9409142406718528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-1270611679502113911</id><published>2008-07-02T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:08:15.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/N/storage/site1/files/61/04/02/610402_45616742cfb684cpib8t45.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-genealogy"  &gt;Free genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-name-origins"  &gt;Family name origins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNTAzNjQ1NzkzNyZwdD*xMjE1MDM2NDk*MTg3JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-1270611679502113911?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/1270611679502113911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=1270611679502113911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/1270611679502113911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/1270611679502113911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/henry-look-alike-meter_6553.html' title='Henry Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-9189489937365507372</id><published>2008-07-02T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:00:50.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/N/storage/site1/files/60/96/82/609682_85450537afb684wdab8150.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celeb&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNTAzNjAyNzU2MiZwdD*xMjE1MDM2MDQ3OTUzJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-9189489937365507372?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/9189489937365507372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=9189489937365507372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9189489937365507372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/9189489937365507372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/henry-look-alike-meter_02.html' title='Henry Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-1661379531199568621</id><published>2008-06-30T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:59:59.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Height Predictor</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to check this height predictor to determine what my kids adult height would be.  I worry a little because I don't want Wyatt to be out grown too much by his baby brother.  I did come up with some exciting results if true.  Elliot is predicted at 6' 4"  and surprisingly Wyatt is predicted at 6' 0".  If you got kids you can do it to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentcenter.babycenter.com/child-height-predictor"&gt;Click here for Height Predictor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-1661379531199568621?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/1661379531199568621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=1661379531199568621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/1661379531199568621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/1661379531199568621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/height-predictor.html' title='Height Predictor'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-7821206257364671551</id><published>2008-06-30T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:14:50.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SGjcPnORcQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aVFQXNDYADc/s1600-h/Elliotpool3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SGjcPnORcQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aVFQXNDYADc/s320/Elliotpool3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217662329093714178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SGjcKA01l3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-l0HMOWq-8s/s1600-h/Wyattpool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SGjcKA01l3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-l0HMOWq-8s/s320/Wyattpool2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217662232887138162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got our neighborhood pool passes.  I love having a pool in the neighborhood.  I didn't think I would care, but I enjoy the free fun, the slight tan on my face, and watching Wyatt's excitement.  Elliot isn't really sure of the pool.  He likes going only after a good nap, and then he'll just stare at the pool and maybe stick his hands and feet in.  I think Elliot is too mature for swimming pools.  He would prefer the science museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-7821206257364671551?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7821206257364671551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=7821206257364671551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/7821206257364671551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/7821206257364671551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/swimming-pool.html' title='Swimming Pool'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SGjcPnORcQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aVFQXNDYADc/s72-c/Elliotpool3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5679558469575271018</id><published>2008-06-11T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:42:55.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick-fil-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE__9RUBOzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eD19DV3V5o8/s1600-h/boyschickfila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE__9RUBOzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eD19DV3V5o8/s320/boyschickfila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210664721975425842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to take the boys to Loriella Park today for a little out door fun before it got too hot outside.  When I got there there were buses leaving that apparently dropped off like 300 kids.  It looked like some kind of day care or something.  I decided not to mess with that and we settled for Chick-fil-a and the play ground there.  That was a lot less crowded and the kids still felt like they got to do something.  Elliot didn't seem to want to finish his nuggets, so he grabbed my arm (since he won't talk) and put my hand on his nugget.  I grabbed one and then he pushed my hand towards my mouth.  That was his way of saying "You eat my food.  I don't want it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, isn't it awesome that Chick-fil-a sauce is nation wide now?  I am waiting for Fredericksburg to get a billboard that says "Fredericksburg.  Home of the Chick-fil-a sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5679558469575271018?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5679558469575271018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5679558469575271018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5679558469575271018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5679558469575271018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/chick-fil.html' title='Chick-fil-a'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE__9RUBOzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eD19DV3V5o8/s72-c/boyschickfila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-3136999379867727723</id><published>2008-06-10T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:50:42.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitt for VP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE8TB_XtYsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RBxCYRQ1B7E/s1600-h/vpromney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE8TB_XtYsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RBxCYRQ1B7E/s320/vpromney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210404218802627266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-3136999379867727723?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/3136999379867727723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=3136999379867727723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3136999379867727723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3136999379867727723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/mitt-for-vp.html' title='Mitt for VP'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE8TB_XtYsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RBxCYRQ1B7E/s72-c/vpromney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-3206135125998868827</id><published>2008-06-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:37:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months Pregnant...That's It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE2GabQcgyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bCj3pGyHsY8/s1600-h/molly6months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE2GabQcgyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bCj3pGyHsY8/s320/molly6months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209968132488987426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting requests from my far away friends to see pictures of how big I am now.  It's kind of embarrassing, but here it is.  This is six months and I have a feeling it's only going to get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-3206135125998868827?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/3206135125998868827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=3206135125998868827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3206135125998868827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3206135125998868827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-months-pregnantthats-it.html' title='Six Months Pregnant...That&apos;s It?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SE2GabQcgyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bCj3pGyHsY8/s72-c/molly6months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5856962884922119064</id><published>2008-06-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T09:56:52.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VW Diesel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEwPRF1WYzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Dj81IDouBjY/s1600-h/vw-tdi-badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEwPRF1WYzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Dj81IDouBjY/s320/vw-tdi-badge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209555655258956594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEwO4D2j36I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2iakaDAbnFA/s1600-h/vw_jetta_tdi_ext_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEwO4D2j36I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2iakaDAbnFA/s320/vw_jetta_tdi_ext_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209555225230434210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my sister dreams of a Toyota Sienna, I am dreaming of a Jetta TDI.  Though, I may have owned three VW's in my lifetime, and clearly know they are pricey to up keep, I love them.  When your Volkswagen is running good, it's a nice smooth ride as well as stylish.  The TDI's are great.  People get real involved these days in hybrids, but I say go with the diesel.  Growing up I always knew I wanted a diesel since my parents drove me home from the hospital in that beautiful Pontiac Diesel Station Wagon.  I was hooked.  I did learn a lesson from my sister.  Dreams do come true.  Just last week she was the proud owner of a Toyota Sienna.  I mean, look how she's glowing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEwOduNg6VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WyrRLsCWBZg/s1600-h/mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEwOduNg6VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WyrRLsCWBZg/s320/mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209554772744530258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That, too, can someday be me in my Jetta TDI.  All I have to do is get one kid out of a car seat and that baby is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5856962884922119064?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5856962884922119064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5856962884922119064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5856962884922119064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5856962884922119064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/vw-diesel.html' title='VW Diesel'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEwPRF1WYzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Dj81IDouBjY/s72-c/vw-tdi-badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-6614073190536581888</id><published>2008-06-03T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:33:10.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEU52TKBaQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yJ9zli5hAlU/s1600-h/elliotbeachmay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEU52TKBaQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yJ9zli5hAlU/s320/elliotbeachmay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207632149141874946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this little boy isn't handsome, then call me crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-6614073190536581888?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/6614073190536581888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=6614073190536581888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6614073190536581888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6614073190536581888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/proud-mom.html' title='Proud Mom'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SEU52TKBaQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yJ9zli5hAlU/s72-c/elliotbeachmay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-6958312230583550692</id><published>2008-06-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:37:48.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Update...</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say.  I know I've been gone for awhile.  I've felt better the last few weeks but still haven't blogged.  I'll just post some updated pictures and take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Elliot put himself to bed in front of his  bedroom  one  evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERGXoaB4wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8sI6FAREjTk/s1600-h/elisleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERGXoaB4wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8sI6FAREjTk/s320/elisleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207364440944665346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a shot of Elliot running towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERHb0lBqzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Whsx5RKbhuY/s1600-h/eliconfused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERHb0lBqzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Whsx5RKbhuY/s320/eliconfused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207365612443118386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERHwmdtvRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mVanlJgcqKM/s1600-h/elicloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A random picture of Elliot close up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERGXoaB4wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8sI6FAREjTk/s1600-h/elisleep.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERHwmdtvRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mVanlJgcqKM/s1600-h/elicloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERHwmdtvRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mVanlJgcqKM/s320/elicloseup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207365969431608594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elliot in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERIYw4aHqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hd4vp-BwRjI/s1600-h/elliotbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERIYw4aHqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hd4vp-BwRjI/s320/elliotbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207366659422690978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt's 5th birthday cake. (Harry Potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERI36knsSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eo6aR59jaHU/s1600-h/harrypottercake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERI36knsSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eo6aR59jaHU/s320/harrypottercake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207367194599993634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt with Chuck E. on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERJSuNW_VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SUJ65k4D6q0/s1600-h/wyattcceese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERJSuNW_VI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SUJ65k4D6q0/s320/wyattcceese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207367655137672530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERJt-2OZOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jdxXgDQQ-AY/s1600-h/melodyloseweight.jpg"&gt;Melody after losing  70lbs.  We are all so proud of her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERKxTaddmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wlIQYUZ2Pms/s1600-h/melodyloseweight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERKxTaddmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wlIQYUZ2Pms/s320/melodyloseweight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207369280032437858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt in front of tree in front of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERLHeYJPMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0jrmXREDyDg/s1600-h/wyatttree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERLHeYJPMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0jrmXREDyDg/s320/wyatttree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207369660932635842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A  picture of Wyatt minutes before the storm hit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERLlDJLHiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5VYK9H4iAkU/s1600-h/wyattstorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERLlDJLHiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5VYK9H4iAkU/s320/wyattstorm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207370169018162722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-6958312230583550692?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/6958312230583550692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=6958312230583550692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6958312230583550692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6958312230583550692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-really-have-much-to-say.html' title='Just a Little Update...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SERGXoaB4wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8sI6FAREjTk/s72-c/elisleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5580352009508870866</id><published>2008-01-27T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:08:47.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliot And A Bottle Of Ginger Ale</title><content type='html'>"Quick, Husband, get the camera! Elliot is doing something CUTE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e1f6f46796b1e55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e1f6f46796b1e55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36D93CF5016D53DE2E6884D9F485A820E315879D.3D74F5422DF84B926859874C81F00BD3D360B873%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e1f6f46796b1e55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDSjMI8kHkG1e3lgrkt71ADLbYzs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e1f6f46796b1e55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36D93CF5016D53DE2E6884D9F485A820E315879D.3D74F5422DF84B926859874C81F00BD3D360B873%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e1f6f46796b1e55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDSjMI8kHkG1e3lgrkt71ADLbYzs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say more, but I am sick. Morning-sick. Sorry. I will blog more later. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5580352009508870866?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e1f6f46796b1e55&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5580352009508870866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5580352009508870866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5580352009508870866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5580352009508870866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/01/quick-husband-get-camera-elliot-is.html' title='Elliot And A Bottle Of Ginger Ale'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-3763447526615696037</id><published>2008-01-15T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:38:50.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting today or even recently.  I guess I'm pregnant again.  That's kind of exciting.  It's also scary.  I don't know how I'm going to handle three kids.  Maybe if I don't get pregnant again I'll be okay.  Being sick with two kids at home and your husband at work is not what I would call fun.  I do try to make the best of it, though.  Watch this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5f61f1bf40c5d34" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5f61f1bf40c5d34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FC6383CEB2FB37658840607FFCB41128CD25164.478DC2378D27B83910A62F0D5B4834790D1467D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5f61f1bf40c5d34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOOZCCXmux4_zcrGY7PoMht9jtV8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5f61f1bf40c5d34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FC6383CEB2FB37658840607FFCB41128CD25164.478DC2378D27B83910A62F0D5B4834790D1467D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5f61f1bf40c5d34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOOZCCXmux4_zcrGY7PoMht9jtV8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-3763447526615696037?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e5f61f1bf40c5d34&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/3763447526615696037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=3763447526615696037' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3763447526615696037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3763447526615696037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-too-exciting-today-or-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-6564140500282209344</id><published>2008-01-03T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:26:39.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R356Pe5rIhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Eot4olgaSYE/s1600-h/nursepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R356Pe5rIhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Eot4olgaSYE/s320/nursepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151689430170018322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I watched my friend, Lisa's kid and then we swapped and she watched mine, so I could go to Germanna and find out about their nursing program.  I'm going to have to take Biology, chemistry, and math 03 Algebra I , and a computer class before I can qualify for the nursing program.  I also have to take a placement test before I can register.  I don't know why I would have to bother if I'm taking high school all over again.  I will say I never had to take chem b/c I took radio/tv broadcasting which got me out of taking pretty much anything important after the 10th grade.  Though, I may be dumber because of  graduating  from Spotsylvania High School,  but now is my time to redeem myself.  I am going to be the best nurse ever. Also, keep in mind that I want to get into nursing so that I can help people, not for the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-6564140500282209344?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/6564140500282209344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=6564140500282209344' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6564140500282209344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6564140500282209344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-today-i-watched-my-friend-lisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R356Pe5rIhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Eot4olgaSYE/s72-c/nursepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-779993022007098361</id><published>2008-01-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:16:46.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt's Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>This is just a small clip of Wyatt's Christmas program.  I was having a hard time because I was trying to control Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3bdd11daa34add02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aaaad931ed3f8b55&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/779993022007098361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=779993022007098361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/779993022007098361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/779993022007098361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/01/wyatts-christmas-program.html' title='Wyatt&apos;s Christmas Program'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4111523203104346210</id><published>2008-01-01T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:10:03.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year! 2008!</title><content type='html'>Sheesh!  I haven't blogged since August.  That is so lame of me.  Well, since I decided to blog today, I'll start off with how I started off the new year.  I managed to burn a pot trying to steam carrots. I didn't know if you could steam them, but I didn't see why not.  I still don't see why not, but it didn't work for me. Now my house smells burnt"something".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r2KO5rIbI/AAAAAAAAADM/0wWF0sZE-w4/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r2KO5rIbI/AAAAAAAAADM/0wWF0sZE-w4/s320/IMG_1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150699779510706610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I just threw the pot away.  It was good pot.  We bought it when we were first married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r23u5rIcI/AAAAAAAAADU/wgsxGN4UFH8/s1600-h/IMG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r23u5rIcI/AAAAAAAAADU/wgsxGN4UFH8/s320/IMG_1960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150700561194754498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I haven't posted in awhile I've got to add pictures of the kids.  My how they grow.  Here's Wyatt casually showing off his muscles, and Elliot just doing his usual cuteness.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r4Ee5rIdI/AAAAAAAAADc/8H5utx74Vh4/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r4Ee5rIdI/AAAAAAAAADc/8H5utx74Vh4/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150701879749714386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r5Ue5rIeI/AAAAAAAAADk/B9OzQID9QSU/s1600-h/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r5Ue5rIeI/AAAAAAAAADk/B9OzQID9QSU/s320/IMG_1941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150703254139249122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r6FO5rIfI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jh79fa-kGBo/s1600-h/IMG_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r6FO5rIfI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jh79fa-kGBo/s320/IMG_1940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150704091657871858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r6Q-5rIgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e9O-AfzL9ow/s1600-h/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r6Q-5rIgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e9O-AfzL9ow/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150704293521334786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47452ad4c2830eb2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47452ad4c2830eb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D186287AA52F8AA1418E5F47966CE2623BDCD4201.6ED766264E8222F37FC0966F7C0089A9FC41F0F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47452ad4c2830eb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYQFBWuz0TLXCPovOQLRKNErK438&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47452ad4c2830eb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331374993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D186287AA52F8AA1418E5F47966CE2623BDCD4201.6ED766264E8222F37FC0966F7C0089A9FC41F0F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47452ad4c2830eb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYQFBWuz0TLXCPovOQLRKNErK438&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4111523203104346210?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=47452ad4c2830eb2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4111523203104346210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4111523203104346210' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4111523203104346210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4111523203104346210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year! 2008!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/R3r2KO5rIbI/AAAAAAAAADM/0wWF0sZE-w4/s72-c/IMG_1959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-6970032757168537087</id><published>2007-08-10T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:43:47.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me and Elliot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rrz39dX-hGI/AAAAAAAAADE/NO4_9zndxRU/s1600-h/picpeopleeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rrz39dX-hGI/AAAAAAAAADE/NO4_9zndxRU/s320/picpeopleeli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097221513505834082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the day off of work.  I thought I would take Elliot and Wyatt to the mall and let them play in the playground there or whatever.  Wyatt insisted that he goes to school today, ( or "work" as he calls it.)  He told me that the mall was closed for the summer and he needed to go to work.  And he told me not to get him until after nap time.  So, I took him to school.  That left just me and Elliot to go to the mall.  It was fun.  I never just get Molly (mommy) and Elliot time.  It was so easy just taking one good baby to the mall.  It reminded me of when it was just me and baby Wyatt out doing things together.  Back then I took Wyatt all over the place.  Elliot was so easy from what I was used to.  I knew Wyatt was hard, but now I'm learning more in depth.  Though, both babies loved just as much, Elliot wins in the "easy for mommy" department.  I enjoyed my just Elliot time today.  I feel we reconnected since they cut the cord.  Also, if you notice the picture this is just one of the many cute pictures of Elliot taken from The Picture People today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-6970032757168537087?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/6970032757168537087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=6970032757168537087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6970032757168537087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/6970032757168537087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-had-day-off-of-work.html' title='Just me and Elliot'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rrz39dX-hGI/AAAAAAAAADE/NO4_9zndxRU/s72-c/picpeopleeli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5694603664680093588</id><published>2007-08-07T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:43:45.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is Funny</title><content type='html'>I caught Wyatt talking to himself.  He said,"I need to be a good boy at school tomorrow.  School is funny.  My new school is funny.  The kids are silly. I need to go to work."  He was rambling on about stuff like that.  Then he yells, "Mom, is school funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know I started a job.  That may be my lack of blogging, and it's not a lack in interest in my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5694603664680093588?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5694603664680093588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5694603664680093588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5694603664680093588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5694603664680093588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-is-funny.html' title='School is Funny'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4892018047187693473</id><published>2007-07-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:29:24.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>As I walked past Wyatt in the bathroom he says "Mom, I need some privacy." I was like "Oh. Okay" and shut the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4892018047187693473?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4892018047187693473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4892018047187693473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4892018047187693473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4892018047187693473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-7431523359285080013</id><published>2007-07-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:20:16.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashed on the Couch</title><content type='html'>This never happens!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rp_UluV6DsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z51z4OnEK4E/s1600-h/wyasleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rp_UluV6DsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z51z4OnEK4E/s320/wyasleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089019848512114370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elliot just doing what he does best.   And what is  it that Elliot does best?  It's being cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rp_U5uV6DtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SY8WOlTqMBA/s1600-h/elicute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rp_U5uV6DtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SY8WOlTqMBA/s320/elicute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089020192109498066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-7431523359285080013?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7431523359285080013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=7431523359285080013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/7431523359285080013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/7431523359285080013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-never-happens-and-this-is-elliot.html' title='Crashed on the Couch'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rp_UluV6DsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z51z4OnEK4E/s72-c/wyasleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-141811586488491537</id><published>2007-07-11T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:13:15.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RpUrTG12RnI/AAAAAAAAACc/uwim3YYafPQ/s1600-h/wyattsellcars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RpUrTG12RnI/AAAAAAAAACc/uwim3YYafPQ/s320/wyattsellcars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086018961438819954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished blowing up Wyatt's pool today, he wanted me to leave it in the family room so he could use it as a fort.  He then turned it into a car sales stand.  He gathered his toy cars.  He was talking in his microphone toy real loud saying "Cars for sale! I'm selling cars!"  He kept yelling for baby Elliot to come buy a car from him.  Elliot wouldn't come.  He then got up to get get Elliot and tell him to come over.  I guess Wyatt didn't want me to interfere with his game plan to force Elliot to play with him.  So, he says,"Mom, Dr. Phil is on." He wanted to get rid of me by telling me my show was on, so I would leave the room and he could do whatever he wanted with Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RpUrp212RoI/AAAAAAAAACk/m5xmVLrCRnE/s1600-h/elliotclimb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RpUrp212RoI/AAAAAAAAACk/m5xmVLrCRnE/s320/elliotclimb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086019352280843906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just a picture of Elliot climbing up on me while taking a picture of Wyatt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-141811586488491537?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/141811586488491537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=141811586488491537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/141811586488491537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/141811586488491537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/07/cars-for-sale.html' title='Cars For Sale'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RpUrTG12RnI/AAAAAAAAACc/uwim3YYafPQ/s72-c/wyattsellcars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5191900353070152655</id><published>2007-07-11T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:24:28.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach Trip '07</title><content type='html'>Here's our beach trip.  I couldn't get any good pictures.  Wyatt wouldn't smile.  He was too busy trying to play. Elliot was just too concerned about his surroundings for me to get any emotion from him, too.  When Elliot first saw the beach he talked to it.  He didn't like touching the sand really, and didn't like the sand getting in his mouth.  Wyatt, of course, had tons of fun.  He did normal things  like play in the waves and build sand castles.  He also learned about salt water...yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=324a601d060ff9034fecf9" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=324a601d060ff9034fecf9&amp;amp;skin_id=601&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="526" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=324a601d060ff9034fecf9&amp;skin_id=601&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5191900353070152655?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5191900353070152655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5191900353070152655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5191900353070152655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5191900353070152655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/07/beach-trip-07.html' title='The Beach Trip &apos;07'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-2796333874159673736</id><published>2007-06-26T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:08:38.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Four Legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RoHDTm12RhI/AAAAAAAAABs/AM1z5Mx1zrE/s1600-h/allfour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RoHDTm12RhI/AAAAAAAAABs/AM1z5Mx1zrE/s320/allfour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080556596261963282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Elliot started a new thing recently. When he drinks his bottle he tries to hold it up with all fours. When his feet slip he puts them back on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-2796333874159673736?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2796333874159673736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=2796333874159673736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2796333874159673736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2796333874159673736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-four-legs.html' title='All Four Legs'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RoHDTm12RhI/AAAAAAAAABs/AM1z5Mx1zrE/s72-c/allfour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-2500359250090590403</id><published>2007-06-20T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:54:40.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another typical day...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think Elliot is too cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rnnk9_acf0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7BOo3lK8pNE/s1600-h/Eli2cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rnnk9_acf0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7BOo3lK8pNE/s320/Eli2cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078341808482451266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt, of course, is cute, too.  This morning when Wyatt woke up he was laying on the couch watching TV.  Tilly jumped up and layed down with him.  I went to yell at her but Wyatt interupts me and says, "Hers okay, mom!" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnnmQ_acf1I/AAAAAAAAABE/3xKbk-kKAMc/s1600-h/tilwynoshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnnmQ_acf1I/AAAAAAAAABE/3xKbk-kKAMc/s320/tilwynoshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078343234411593554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rnnm4_acf2I/AAAAAAAAABM/r_FxQ_HFENY/s1600-h/wycutehat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rnnm4_acf2I/AAAAAAAAABM/r_FxQ_HFENY/s320/wycutehat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078343921606360930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt also got a hold of the camera.  I'll just let you look at a couple of the pictures he took today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnnnXfacf3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BdMgXyr6cac/s1600-h/momonphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnnnXfacf3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BdMgXyr6cac/s320/momonphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078344445592371058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite. I think he's sending a subliminal message in this one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnnoLfacf4I/AAAAAAAAABc/ro55LjG5D68/s1600-h/whosdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnnoLfacf4I/AAAAAAAAABc/ro55LjG5D68/s320/whosdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078345338945568642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-2500359250090590403?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2500359250090590403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=2500359250090590403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2500359250090590403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2500359250090590403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-i-think-elliot-is-too-cute.html' title='Another typical day...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/Rnnk9_acf0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7BOo3lK8pNE/s72-c/Eli2cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4955725684018113149</id><published>2007-06-19T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:15:03.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zack Attack!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright.  I get it. I've been tagged.  I'd like a game of tag and go get it better, but I'll just settle for this.  Hmmm.... eight random things about myself coming right up.  Bare with me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a stigmatism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I wake up too early (even when children or a job aren't involved.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I dream of being a Best in Show winner at the Westminter Kennel Club Dog Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Some say I'm a little naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I like my shorts to fall right in the middle of my knee. Now finding the perfect shorts for a female 5' 4" 160 lbs. can be challenging.  May I recommend "The Buckle"?  They have a seamstress that can make this happen for me and you at no extra charge.  I know that most people look like models, so when someone like me comes around it's hard to find that non-model perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I'm poor, but not too poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I discovered that eating fruit helps my digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I celebrate Christmas commercially and for Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4955725684018113149?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4955725684018113149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4955725684018113149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4955725684018113149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4955725684018113149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/06/zack-attack.html' title='Zack Attack!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-410048013091760019</id><published>2007-06-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:49:58.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug Light</title><content type='html'>I was at Jeff's cousin's house for a cook out.  It was fun.  I was sitting around a table with three other women.  The bugs kept biting so asked Melanie (Jeff's cousin) if she had a bug light.  She got real excited and said, "Really?"  I said, "yeah."  She said,"You are so awesome.  I'll go get one."  I couldn't figure out why that was cool.  We then figured it out.  She thought I asked if she had a bud light.  It was pretty funny, and it made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-410048013091760019?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/410048013091760019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=410048013091760019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/410048013091760019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/410048013091760019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-at-jeffs-cousins-house-for-cook.html' title='Bug Light'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-2895208281067199505</id><published>2007-06-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:50:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual Dad II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnNMK_acfxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7qE3oDVcO94/s1600-h/sensitivedad-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnNMK_acfxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7qE3oDVcO94/s320/sensitivedad-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076484956681436946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my photography skills, and Jeff's photoshop skills we came up with this.  There is more where this came from on Jeff's blog www.johnqcasual.com/blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think Elliot looks more like me in this picture.  Everyone always says that he looks like Jeff, but just wait until those big blue eyes turn into big brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnNOdvacfyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u9P1xvuKoUc/s1600-h/Elinitelite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnNOdvacfyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u9P1xvuKoUc/s320/Elinitelite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076487477827239714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnNO4PacfzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Xsnrp9G_xbY/s1600-h/boystub1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnNO4PacfzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Xsnrp9G_xbY/s320/boystub1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076487933093773106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a little more regular pictures of them to explain why they were both naked.  Also, today for the first time unprovoked Wyatt says, "Mommy, I love you."  I said,"What did you say?"  He said,"I said, I love you, Mommy."  It was real sweet after four long years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-2895208281067199505?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2895208281067199505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=2895208281067199505' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2895208281067199505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2895208281067199505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/06/sensual-dad-ii.html' title='Sensual Dad II'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnNMK_acfxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7qE3oDVcO94/s72-c/sensitivedad-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-3013322502468294266</id><published>2007-06-15T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:24:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.Kelly and Usher Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnKGU_acfwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S7FH2jruke0/s1600-h/RKelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnKGU_acfwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S7FH2jruke0/s320/RKelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076267425177829122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work the other day and when I turned on the radio an R&amp;B station was on.  I normally don't listen to R&amp;B, but I heard Fantasia played on R&amp;B stations.  I also wanted to hear Ruben singing about 2004, but that didn't happen. Anyway, as I was grooming dogs and I heard this song by R. Kelly and Usher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ush&lt;br /&gt;What up Kells&lt;br /&gt;Wanna introduce you to this girl, think I really love this girl&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Man she so fine&lt;br /&gt;Straight up dawg&lt;br /&gt;She stand about 5’4” coke cola red bone&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;She drives a black Durango license plate say “Angel” tattoo on her ankle&lt;br /&gt;Plus she’s making pay so she got a crib on Peace street right on 17th street&lt;br /&gt;And I call her “TT”&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute hold on dawg do she got a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;Love Some Waffle House?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;Do she got a beauty mark on her left side of her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Man?&lt;br /&gt;Went to Georgia Tech&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;Works for TBS&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;Man I can’t believe this chick… damn… mm&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whats wrong dawg, what the hell you damning about&lt;br /&gt;Im your homie so just say whats on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Man I didn’t know that you were talking about her&lt;br /&gt;So man your telling me you know her&lt;br /&gt;Do I know her like a pastor know his word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;We messing with the same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;How could the love of my life, and my potential wife be the&lt;br /&gt;Same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;Man I can’t believe that we’ve been messing with the&lt;br /&gt;Same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;Thought she someone that I can trust&lt;br /&gt;but she’s been doubling up with us&lt;br /&gt;You can't, man we’ve been messing with the same girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;See I met her at this party in Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;Well I met her at this party in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;She came right up to me given me conversation&lt;br /&gt;I said do you got a man she said no, with no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;Well it must be a music thing cause she said the same to me&lt;br /&gt;At a party all in my face, when I’m laughin and buyin her drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispered in my ear and said can you take me home&lt;br /&gt;Me too&lt;br /&gt;Man she was in the Chi singin that same song&lt;br /&gt;Is that true&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was true confession when she said&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Man I thought her body was calling when she said&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Look I even got some pictures on my phone&lt;br /&gt;Look at there, there she is with some boy shorts on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We messing with the same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;She’s the apple of my eye, and my potential wife the&lt;br /&gt;Same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;Man I can’t believe that we’ve been messing around with the same damn girl&lt;br /&gt;Same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;Thought she someone that I can trust&lt;br /&gt;but she’s been doubling up with both of us&lt;br /&gt;You can't, man we’ve been messing with the same girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;She said she got me on her ringtone&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking about the pink phone&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm the blue one&lt;br /&gt;Man she told me that was turned off&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious that shes been playing us playing us&lt;br /&gt;Cuz constantly she’s been lyin to us lyin to us&lt;br /&gt;Don’t like the way that she’s been goin bout it goin bout it&lt;br /&gt;Kells what do you think we should do about it do about it&lt;br /&gt;Call her up at her home, she won’t know that Im on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man that’s a plan&lt;br /&gt;Homie we about to bust this trick&lt;br /&gt;Man just ask her to meet up with you and Im gonna show up too&lt;br /&gt;And then she won't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;We'll be standing there singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We messing with the same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;She’s was the apple of my eye, and your potential wife the&lt;br /&gt;Same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe that we’ve been messing with the same girl&lt;br /&gt;Same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;Shes gonna looks so stupid when see us together&lt;br /&gt;You can't, man we’ve been messing with the same girl&lt;br /&gt;See she was taken flights going back and forth&lt;br /&gt;I would pick her up at the Airport&lt;br /&gt;Man I really can’t believe the&lt;br /&gt;Same girl same girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey…. The same girl same girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this song, and I mean that in a facetious way.  I wish there were more songs out there like this.  I like the part where his first question about her is does she have a kid.  When a woman is single with a kid that's usually the first way they describe her or it's how she's labeled.  For example,"You know?  That girl with the kid". Having a kid becomes her identity.  If a woman is married that's not so much her identity.  But what I want to know is how does a successful career woman find time to take care of her kid and have two men to fall in love with her.  It sounds to me like she's some kind of woman.  They should just confront her and ask her to pick just one instead of them both moving on.  At least, one of them will get this woman. It's not like she's married to them.  Moving right along...And then there's the part where they say they're going to bust his trick,  but really the trick is on them.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This woman was messing with R. Kelly and Usher at the same time&lt;/span&gt;.  That's more amazing then an intern messing with the President.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-3013322502468294266?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/3013322502468294266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=3013322502468294266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3013322502468294266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/3013322502468294266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/06/rkelly-and-usher-song.html' title='R.Kelly and Usher Song'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RnKGU_acfwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S7FH2jruke0/s72-c/RKelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-8253806255313843516</id><published>2007-06-08T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:34:04.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning McMom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RmoDUvacfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qjmgjl392Jc/s1600-h/lightning_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RmoDUvacfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qjmgjl392Jc/s200/lightning_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073871585045937890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with my mom today during a thunderstorm.  I could tell by her voice that she was starting to get nervous.  She said she had to go kind of frantically.  I said, "Mom, the lightning is not going to come through your phone."  Keep in mind we are both talking on cell phones.  She was like "are you sure" a bunch of times, and I was like "yeah" a bunch of times.  Then she was like "I know the lightning isn't going to come through, but it's still making me nervous.  I got to go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-8253806255313843516?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8253806255313843516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=8253806255313843516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8253806255313843516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8253806255313843516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/06/lightning-mcmom.html' title='Lightning McMom'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/RmoDUvacfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qjmgjl392Jc/s72-c/lightning_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-2700926385420667405</id><published>2007-05-31T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:00:22.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brother or Baby Sister?</title><content type='html'>I asked Wyatt if he would like a baby brother or a baby sister.  He said, "Another one?"  I said yes.  He said,"Elliot needs a friend?"  I said yes. I asked him again if he would like a baby brother or a baby sister.  He said,"A brother."  I asked him what should we name the baby. He said, "Walk.  That one crawls *points at Elliot*. We need one that walks" *moves his fingers in a walking motion*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.freeimagehosting.net/&gt;&lt;img src=http://img2.freeimagehosting.net/uploads/2fad0efac6.jpg border=0 alt="Free Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-2700926385420667405?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2700926385420667405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=2700926385420667405' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2700926385420667405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/2700926385420667405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-asked-wyatt-if-he-would-like-baby.html' title='Baby Brother or Baby Sister?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-8771546439520803244</id><published>2007-05-30T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:39:53.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.freeimagehosting.net/&gt;&lt;img src=http://img2.freeimagehosting.net/uploads/7dad09f8f4.jpg border=0 alt="Free Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jeff and I were in the hospital giving birth to Elliot there was a big photograph in the hallway of a naked chested man with a naked baby.  We decided to relive that moment with our own dad and baby.  This is a very sweet picture, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-8771546439520803244?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8771546439520803244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=8771546439520803244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8771546439520803244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8771546439520803244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Sensual Dad'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-767521890708672407</id><published>2007-05-27T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:32:52.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for all my Boys</title><content type='html'>Well, I wanted to be like my sister Terry so I made a video for my blog.  It's like hers but a lot more time crammed into one movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=2cf0bb322ff2c743dce762" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=2cf0bb322ff2c743dce762&amp;amp;skin_id=0&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="328" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-767521890708672407?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/767521890708672407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=767521890708672407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/767521890708672407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/767521890708672407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpwww.html' title='This one is for all my Boys'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5157833456072247261</id><published>2007-05-27T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:24:07.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Papa's Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Large Heading TopPadSmall" valign="bottom" width="55%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Cecil Grant Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="TopPadSmall" align="right" width="44%"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/DeseretNews/Guestbook.asp?Page=GuestBook&amp;PersonID=88244061"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="3" class="NoticePrint TopPadSmall"&gt; &lt;!-- Notice Name = Cecil Grant Ash --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/DeseretNews/Photos/730388P0_052207_1.jpg" lgyorigname="730388P0_1.jpg" align="left" hspace="5" vspace="2" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/DeseretNews/Photos/730388P0_052207_2.jpg" lgyorigname="730388P0_2.jpg" align="left" hspace="5" vspace="2" /&gt;Cecil Grant Ash 1922 ~ 2007 Cecil Grant Ash died in Provo, Utah on May 18, 2007. He was born November 27, 1922, the eldest child of Cecil L. Ash and Alta May Bateman of Lehi, Utah. His sister Yvonne (Russell) Webb lives in Mesa, Arizona and his brother Donald B. (Elaine) Ash resides in Pleasant Grove, Utah. He was raised in Lehi where he graduated from Lehi High School. He first went to college in Logan on a football scholarship. He volunteered for the U.S. Army Air Force in 1942 and became a bombardier and gunnery officer in the crew of a B-24 bomber and flew combat missions for the 15th Air Force from Southern Italy. His airplane was shot down near Vienna, Austria in May 1944. He was taken prisoner by the Germans and was in their control until being liberated by General Patton in May 1945. He obtained a BS degree from BYU and an MS and PhD from the University of Wisconsin. Grant married Zola Rae Law in the Salt Lake Temple on Dec. 19, 1946. They were the parents of four children, Terry Kay (Billy) Moore, Spotsylvania, VA; Allyn (Rand) Smart, Hurricane, UT; Dayle G. (Karen) Ash, Colorado Springs, CO; and Cozanne (Raymond) Layton, Ankeny, IA. They have 18 grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren. Dr. Ash had an active career as a research scientist for the U.S. Army where his specialties were as an expert in chemical, biological and radiological warfare and in the analysis of environmental effects from engineering construction. He received numerous awards, honors and promotions. He started at Dugway Proving Grounds where he eventually became the Director of Research. He moved to Washington D.C. where he became the Director of Research for the Army Research and Development Command. Later he came back to Utah as the Chief Scientist for the Desert Test Center at Fort Douglas in Salt Lake City. Then he went back to Washington D.C. as Head of Environmental Research and Analysis for the Army Corps of Engineers. He was very active in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He served as a teacher, Scout Master, Bishop, High Councilman, High Priest Group Leader, Temple Ordinance Worker in Washington D.C. and Provo Temples. He was also an active genealogist. Funeral Services will be held Sat., May 26, 2007 at 9:30 a.m. in the Stadium Chapel at 650 East Stadium Avenue in Provo, Utah. Viewing will be held at the same address on Fri., May 25, 2007 from 6 to 8 p.m. and Saturday morning from 8:30 to 9:15 a.m. Interment, Provo City Cemetery with Military Honors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5157833456072247261?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5157833456072247261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5157833456072247261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5157833456072247261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5157833456072247261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-papas-obituary.html' title='My Papa&apos;s Obituary'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-8712606252662571224</id><published>2007-05-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:06:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tercels Run or Don't Run in the Family</title><content type='html'>I went to work today.  I drove Jeff's car because he took mine to get it inspected.  As I was driving home from work today it started to rain.  That is when I learned that Jeff's windshield wipers don't work.  I had to pull over on the I-95 until the rain stopped.  The dog was hot and kept panting and drooling on me.  Jeff informed me that he just keeps driving.  He says if you drive fast enough then the rain rolls off the windshield better.  That's probably why they were never fixed, and why he didn't bother to tell me.   I think that when it rains Jeff also takes his seat belt off, talks on his cell phone and chugs a beer (root beer).  At first I thought I was being shallow by not wanting to drive his car, like I was too good for it.  Now I know that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-8712606252662571224?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8712606252662571224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=8712606252662571224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8712606252662571224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/8712606252662571224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/05/tercels-run-or-dont-run-in-family.html' title='Tercels Run or Don&apos;t Run in the Family'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-5563385147715388938</id><published>2007-05-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:08:31.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready for Work Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Good thing for Stanley Steemer.  I get real relaxed on the stains that go on my carpet because I know that I'll get them cleaned eventually.  Today I was holding Elliot on my hip with one hand around his stomach.  I had just fed him and I think that I must of turned to quickly and everything I fed him just came out all over my hall upstairs.  I tried to get all the green beans and such up, but there's still a stain.  I was hoping that the next time I called Stanley Steemer that I could just have them do the downstairs.  I figured that since Wyatt stopped peeing on the floor the upstairs doesn't get that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Wyatt, today he knocked on the TV and asked, "Is somebody in there?"  He also told me today that all the houses in my neighborhood were stuck together and we need to cut them in half.  He showed me this by putting his hands together and them pulling them apart.  He proceeded to tell that the house next to us was stuck to us and we need to cut it half.  If you haven't gathered it by now I live in a townhouse.  (A quite lovely one at that, too!)  I also heard Wyatt when I was upstairs earlier today say, "Yikes! Mom is coming."  I wasn't coming but then of course I had to see what he was doing.  As I started walking down the stairs Wyatt says,"No, Mom!  Don't come!"  All he was doing was throwing a book on the couch and then diving after it.  I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to get my mail this evening I noticed that the stick that was sticking out of the ground that I tripped on had been removed and there was a hole there.  I do know that when I tripped yesterday there was an HOA maintenance man there that happened to see it.  I never gave him eye contact because I was embarrassed.  So, then is it possible that someone in the HOA actually did their job?  Every time I need something from the HOA it takes someone like a month to call me back.  Well, at least I know I paid someone $40 this month to pull a stick out of the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-5563385147715388938?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5563385147715388938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=5563385147715388938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5563385147715388938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/5563385147715388938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-thing-for-stanley-steemer.html' title='I&apos;m Ready for Work Tomorrow'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588934041405144036.post-4297765015814780538</id><published>2007-05-24T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:57:52.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the first day Molly created a Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided that everyone should know about my life and read about all the cute things my kids do.  But first I will talk about my interesting day.  It started off this morning telling Jeff that I wanted to make a long drug out blog about growing my hair out and then cutting it off and donating it to locks of love.  I realize that it will take about five years to get along enough, so I thought that since my hair was so thick that in the mean time I will just cut out samples and send them to cancer patients as a free sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Wyatt carried around his Curious George clock all morning waiting for the hand to reach the six.  That's when I told him it was time to go to the park for his last day of preschool.  That went well, and was kind of fun.  I think that maybe even Elliot enjoyed it, too.  And I do believe that he was the cutest baby there.  I did, however, pass Tammy in the neighborhood this morning, too.  She gave me a big smile as our cars tightly squeezed passed each other.  I smiled back.  It was weird and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Grammy's house.  Nothing exciting there, but it's an easy way to get Wyatt away from the park.  Tell him it's time for Grammy's house.  I stayed a little while and then went home.  Got some naps in.  Realized I needed more baby food and batteries, then off to Target.  A man flags me down in his car to tell me that my inspection was dead.  Then my X husband calls to tell me that he sent child support and say sorry about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandfathers death!!! &lt;/span&gt;This is news to me.  His mom read it in the obits in SLC.  My mom is a survivor.  I call my mom and she's like who told you, as if someone's big mouth spilled the beans.  Why is this a secret and why did I found out from my X husband shopping through Target?  Not a big deal.  I'm not getting into it.  All I'm going to say is that my mom and dad have communication issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along I got $5 off on my diapers, and a good sale on the baby food today.  Even my batteries were on sale.  On the way home I stopped to get my mail.  I tripped over a stick with my flipflops on and stubbed my toe.  It hurt pretty bad, and looked gross too.  It sliced some skin off.  Then I go home, bring Elliot inside while I go get groceries.  When I came back in Elliot had crawled over to the door and was about fall on his face onto the doormat.  I pulled him back in with my hands full and he cried.  I put everything down, gave him a bath, and put him to bed with successfully.  Well, there you have it. My first blog entry.  Hopefully, I'll do this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/588934041405144036-4297765015814780538?l=mollyhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4297765015814780538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=588934041405144036&amp;postID=4297765015814780538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4297765015814780538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/588934041405144036/posts/default/4297765015814780538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyhenry.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-first-day-molly-created-blog.html' title='On the first day Molly created a Blog'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853406042423890615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_DMzl5nKc0/SKYjmvx6saI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f69dqS06S2M/S220/fingermouth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
