<?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-8914185540493375681</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:14:14.869-08:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='bath'/><category term='graham'/><category term='brett'/><category term='cheyenne'/><category term='nicole'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='sally'/><category term='papi'/><category term='house'/><category term='connie'/><category term='video'/><category term='vickie'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='pam'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='dr. eskam'/><category term='jared'/><category term='car'/><category term='grandma marge'/><title type='text'>moultrie madness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2009144232046431522</id><published>2012-02-06T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:52:04.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Graham fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twHTCSgpdIQ/TzCdjX2lVwI/AAAAAAAABw8/gxaShVjIbhI/s1600/pool%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706233958902355714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twHTCSgpdIQ/TzCdjX2lVwI/AAAAAAAABw8/gxaShVjIbhI/s400/pool%2B1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grahams new favorite thing, the pool. The last few weeks we have been going to the aquatic center, and he loves it! I took him over a year ago to test it out, and it wasn't his forte, but he has transformed into a fish. I love watching him love it. He and Jared have such a great time together. He loves the huge slide, and they count the stairs on the way up. There are 24 steps. He runs around and splashes the puddles with his feet, and tries to play with the other kids. I love when he waves and yells, "HI MAMA"! Looking forward to swimming lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YiqW9GyF0o/TzCdizsKexI/AAAAAAAABww/YHm1dzf26LA/s1600/pool5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706233949194976018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YiqW9GyF0o/TzCdizsKexI/AAAAAAAABww/YHm1dzf26LA/s400/pool5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RggNN-chDHk/TzCdigJCHkI/AAAAAAAABwk/tI0O9emw8w0/s1600/pool4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 159px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706233943947353666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RggNN-chDHk/TzCdigJCHkI/AAAAAAAABwk/tI0O9emw8w0/s400/pool4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ_dJDz-GVU/TzCdiZ-JDEI/AAAAAAAABwY/g5spjfBcW1w/s1600/pool3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 159px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706233942291057730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ_dJDz-GVU/TzCdiZ-JDEI/AAAAAAAABwY/g5spjfBcW1w/s400/pool3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8BJthfKONk/TzCdh8aOjiI/AAAAAAAABwM/P-7fobsJ3Q0/s1600/pool2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706233934355795490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8BJthfKONk/TzCdh8aOjiI/AAAAAAAABwM/P-7fobsJ3Q0/s400/pool2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2009144232046431522?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2009144232046431522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-little-graham-fish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2009144232046431522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2009144232046431522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-little-graham-fish.html' title='Our little Graham fish'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twHTCSgpdIQ/TzCdjX2lVwI/AAAAAAAABw8/gxaShVjIbhI/s72-c/pool%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7682281327031267122</id><published>2012-02-03T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T20:02:28.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janells Baby Boy Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPx9DPQ_lcE/TyytJTNCoKI/AAAAAAAABwA/MA3Wi8vRldw/s1600/IMG_3668.JPG"&gt;These are some of our lovely neighbors, James and Janelle. I love babies, and parties for babies:) I offered to throw "Nell" a shower when we found out they were prego, and we made it just in time. The shower was Saturday, and her water broke Monday!! We kept it nice and simple with a baby boy, cookies and milk theme. Can't wait to meet Christian. Congrats you two! &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705125203256975522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPx9DPQ_lcE/TyytJTNCoKI/AAAAAAAABwA/MA3Wi8vRldw/s400/IMG_3668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCZ3CkTUW_c/TyytI-QzlVI/AAAAAAAABv0/DcqGTRzstRI/s1600/IMG_3662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705125197635622226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCZ3CkTUW_c/TyytI-QzlVI/AAAAAAAABv0/DcqGTRzstRI/s400/IMG_3662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iutEIcDd6dE/TyytIEj3tfI/AAAAAAAABvo/jFpFx-2mWoc/s1600/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705125182146328050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iutEIcDd6dE/TyytIEj3tfI/AAAAAAAABvo/jFpFx-2mWoc/s400/IMG_3656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaDs8J-iUHU/TyytHWl8G8I/AAAAAAAABvc/CQ0C1q5Uz44/s1600/IMG_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705125169806973890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaDs8J-iUHU/TyytHWl8G8I/AAAAAAAABvc/CQ0C1q5Uz44/s400/IMG_3661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOAbDfIxgpI/TyytHNlKksI/AAAAAAAABvQ/AQBqEaLHL8I/s1600/IMG_3659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705125167387808450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOAbDfIxgpI/TyytHNlKksI/AAAAAAAABvQ/AQBqEaLHL8I/s400/IMG_3659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7682281327031267122?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7682281327031267122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/janells-baby-boy-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7682281327031267122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7682281327031267122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/janells-baby-boy-shower.html' title='Janells Baby Boy Shower'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPx9DPQ_lcE/TyytJTNCoKI/AAAAAAAABwA/MA3Wi8vRldw/s72-c/IMG_3668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7068359011057081729</id><published>2012-02-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:47:28.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Charles</title><content type='html'>We call Charlie Charles sometimes just to be funny. It is just Charles and I tonight for an hour or so.  Jared and Graham are at a basketball game, and I am being entertained by Charlie. I keep thinking Oh Charles in my head, you are so sweet.  She is laying under her little play mat wiggling and kicking around. It is amazing to watch her change and learn. She is growing up so fast, and things are coming and going too fast! I've been tired all day because our household is sick and we don't sleep at night. I just wanted to remember this moment of contentment watching my sweet little daughter. She is so special, and I appreciate these moments when I can slow down and just watch.  I love you so much Charles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7068359011057081729?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7068359011057081729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-charles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7068359011057081729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7068359011057081729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-charles.html' title='Oh Charles'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7362140584583789726</id><published>2012-01-22T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:48:32.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie, Mama, and Grahams love for nursery..or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4WZqj47xEY/TxyFLtQ830I/AAAAAAAABvE/SroArlqm7oY/s1600/IMG_3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700577664519954242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4WZqj47xEY/TxyFLtQ830I/AAAAAAAABvE/SroArlqm7oY/s400/IMG_3645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHPYDiXRios/TxyFLGxUv3I/AAAAAAAABu4/zflc_uALOEs/s1600/IMG_3642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700577654186753906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHPYDiXRios/TxyFLGxUv3I/AAAAAAAABu4/zflc_uALOEs/s400/IMG_3642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYHKBkTq0Dw/TxyFKjw_BFI/AAAAAAAABus/TeCvOsAPNbw/s1600/IMG_3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700577644790088786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYHKBkTq0Dw/TxyFKjw_BFI/AAAAAAAABus/TeCvOsAPNbw/s400/IMG_3646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWBhVrT-SsY/TxyFKBoJ56I/AAAAAAAABug/8S-Q6fZAbdk/s1600/IMG_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700577635626248098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWBhVrT-SsY/TxyFKBoJ56I/AAAAAAAABug/8S-Q6fZAbdk/s400/IMG_3648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxyyp1Q2uAw/TxyFJlI39TI/AAAAAAAABuU/BR6BT3gsq5M/s1600/IMG_3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700577627978855730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxyyp1Q2uAw/TxyFJlI39TI/AAAAAAAABuU/BR6BT3gsq5M/s400/IMG_3650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All dressed up for church. This little girl is a lot of fun to get dressed. You really become such a sucker for all the girly stuff. These pictures are from last week. We all made it to church on time! Its so nice to be back as a regular member. Graham is not loving nursery. It was his first week last week, and he is not adjusting the best. We never tookh im at 18 months, so hes a first-timer, but I'm sure he will get the hang of it soon. They told him that when he finished his treats that his mom would be back, so he pushed his treats forward and said that he was all done. Smart kid:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7362140584583789726?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7362140584583789726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/charlie-mama-and-grahams-love-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7362140584583789726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7362140584583789726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/charlie-mama-and-grahams-love-for.html' title='Charlie, Mama, and Grahams love for nursery..or not.'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4WZqj47xEY/TxyFLtQ830I/AAAAAAAABvE/SroArlqm7oY/s72-c/IMG_3645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1886168693920666010</id><published>2012-01-22T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:48:52.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Connie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_T-8WKUgvw/TxyDZgqRleI/AAAAAAAABuI/jkBVF63hmtk/s1600/cbday1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 218px; height: 123px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700575702631421410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_T-8WKUgvw/TxyDZgqRleI/AAAAAAAABuI/jkBVF63hmtk/s400/cbday1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa_zjA1BKk/TxyDZaLDLmI/AAAAAAAABt4/UqR7gqVQEQE/s1600/cbday2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 218px; height: 123px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700575700889841250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa_zjA1BKk/TxyDZaLDLmI/AAAAAAAABt4/UqR7gqVQEQE/s400/cbday2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBWOdAjOPdM/TxyDZCY0amI/AAAAAAAABtw/AQp8_TU5zUg/s1600/cbday3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 218px; height: 123px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700575694505142882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBWOdAjOPdM/TxyDZCY0amI/AAAAAAAABtw/AQp8_TU5zUg/s400/cbday3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHVTuY4-7Nk/TxyDY_cO7EI/AAAAAAAABtk/HAiz19HbmCw/s1600/IMG_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700575693714156610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHVTuY4-7Nk/TxyDY_cO7EI/AAAAAAAABtk/HAiz19HbmCw/s400/IMG_3633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Grandma Connies birthday dinner the other night over at our place. I made the most elaborate cake I've ever made, and it turned out great! It was a four layer white chocolate, mixed berry dream:) I got the recipe from annie eats, one of my favorite blogs. Its called the perfect party cake. It took a little time, but I wanted to make something special. Graham loves his "connie", and we had a great time together. We got a few pictures of the cake with the camera, and then the batteries ran out:( Hope you had a great day Grandma, we love you..Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1886168693920666010?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1886168693920666010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-grandma-connie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1886168693920666010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1886168693920666010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-grandma-connie.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma Connie!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_T-8WKUgvw/TxyDZgqRleI/AAAAAAAABuI/jkBVF63hmtk/s72-c/cbday1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-6042788565192110094</id><published>2012-01-15T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:20:17.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8JDQKVaEIA/TxM0f9pt3hI/AAAAAAAABtY/2au3iBR9ZeI/s1600/wedding%2Blove%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697955677283933714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8JDQKVaEIA/TxM0f9pt3hI/AAAAAAAABtY/2au3iBR9ZeI/s400/wedding%2Blove%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture makes me smile, and fall in love with my husband all over again. I look really focused on something, but he looks so happy and handsome. I love him. I love him so much. I am so grateful for all of his hard work and worry about his family. I hope I can be as good to him, as he is to me. My sweet companion, and forever partner..I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-6042788565192110094?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6042788565192110094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6042788565192110094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6042788565192110094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-girl.html' title='Lucky Girl'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8JDQKVaEIA/TxM0f9pt3hI/AAAAAAAABtY/2au3iBR9ZeI/s72-c/wedding%2Blove%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1050453769278349827</id><published>2012-01-14T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:10:40.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGC5vxQnhdQ/TxJQwshg8nI/AAAAAAAABtM/lVwu9EOf8EE/s1600/IMG_3628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697705276092772978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGC5vxQnhdQ/TxJQwshg8nI/AAAAAAAABtM/lVwu9EOf8EE/s400/IMG_3628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0BUQ-YUqms/TxJQwHOtozI/AAAAAAAABtA/DgWy_dwbEzg/s1600/IMG_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KSdBxzhC7E/TxJQvtgq_rI/AAAAAAAABs0/h_bSIJvv2Ts/s1600/IMG_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1050453769278349827?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1050453769278349827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1050453769278349827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1050453769278349827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-because.html' title='Just Because..'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGC5vxQnhdQ/TxJQwshg8nI/AAAAAAAABtM/lVwu9EOf8EE/s72-c/IMG_3628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7956024185745370919</id><published>2012-01-12T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:02:32.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham's Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Who knows what goes on in there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham is so smart and so funny. He does and says some of the funniest things. Here are just a few..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Graham, while delivering candy to a neighbor who wasn't home bent down and pushed the candy bucket toward their kitty and said, "here you go cind, Merry Christmas!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He told me this story last week.."once upon a time, there was a BIG horse, and a BIG bunny. They tried to reach the snowflake, but they could not reach them..TOO high in the sky."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He wonders into the kitchen and constantly says," I need somethin' mama" while looking for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I was feeding Charlie one day and my feet were up on the couch. He came over, started to rub them and said, "you need oils mam?" He takes good care of me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*His favorite song to listen to at night in bed is Silent Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He tells you about the buffalo, cows, and ducks no matter what you ask him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* He has been waking up very early lately. He comes out of his room, turns on all the lights, and demands cereal and a show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He still loves memorizing things, and can remember anyones name. He does not like to color!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been so entertaining. He keeps us on our toes, and makes us so excited to sleep at night:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7956024185745370919?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7956024185745370919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/grahams-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7956024185745370919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7956024185745370919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/grahams-brain.html' title='Graham&apos;s Brain'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-6041412100834726395</id><published>2012-01-12T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:33:33.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrRXPrJaOWU/Tw8qMk3DtfI/AAAAAAAABsg/8GNGhDCKNNw/s1600/graham%2Bdrcing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 159px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696818449188369906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrRXPrJaOWU/Tw8qMk3DtfI/AAAAAAAABsg/8GNGhDCKNNw/s400/graham%2Bdrcing.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two pictures make me smile this week. Graham is an outdoor nut! We went up to my mom and dads for a few days. Papa, Graham, and myself got to feed the cows every morning. I must say I loved it. I haven't done that in years, and it was so fun watching Graham soak it up. He loves the "buffs" and gettting a rootbeer after is the best. We even went sledding for Graham for his first time. He liked it much better when it was over. The snow flew up in his face, and he tells people that he "got real wet". It was fun for me, and I didn't even tip us over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Charlie is two months old now, and has hit a huge growth spurt. Her stats at the doc were 58% in height..23 in, 33% in weight..10 lb 13 oz, and 30% in head size. She has gained almost four pounds since her last visit. Her clothes are getting snug, and she is sleeping better, yay! She is a smiler which is so fun! I think every stage is fun with kids, but we are loving this one in particular right now. She coos and tells us stories, and is really starting to be more interactive.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ej5v-RPGZV8/Tw8p5_Ay-JI/AAAAAAAABsI/JfXOhnwuZUk/s1600/charlie%2B2%2Bmth.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696818129791023250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ej5v-RPGZV8/Tw8p5_Ay-JI/AAAAAAAABsI/JfXOhnwuZUk/s400/charlie%2B2%2Bmth.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared and I are being ruled by our children, but are not minding it too much:) I cut my hair off, and Jared organized the garage, it looks awesome! The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-6041412100834726395?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6041412100834726395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6041412100834726395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6041412100834726395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrRXPrJaOWU/Tw8qMk3DtfI/AAAAAAAABsg/8GNGhDCKNNw/s72-c/graham%2Bdrcing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-629468377266211194</id><published>2012-01-01T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:47:44.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is quiet in my house right now. Hurry,what should I do? I wanted to put a few thoughts down so as to remember them in the years to come. I blog to keep a permanant record of our memories. As I uploaded all of the Christmas pics this year, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.  Sometimes the Holidays can be so hectic and often fly by so quickly. This year especially seems this way. It feels like it came and went and we didnt have time to truly soak it in. 2011 has been quite the year to say the least. We have been so blessed, and also have been tested a bit. Enough to say, that I'm so glad today is officially 2012. Its going to be a great year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so grateful for Family. I don't know how we would've surrived this year without them. The Lord knows what he is doing, and has a plan for us. I feel that we were able to move closer to home because he knew we would really need the support of our family this year. I have come to learn to rely on Him greater this year. It has been a lesson I already thought I had learned, but I learned it at a greater level. I cannot express how much it has meant be able to rely on so many. Graham and I lived at our "second home" throughout many months in Paradise. I know it isn't easy on anyone when I am pregnant, and I just want you to know, that I know.. and thank you for EVERYTHING. Along with our few surgeries post pregnancy, thanks again everyone for all your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My sweetheart. Jared. I do not know what I have done, nor will do to deserve him. He is my greatest blessing. I love him through good and not so good. I feel so blessed to have a partner that when things get hard, we can lean on each other( or I lean on him), and grow stronger together. I am proud to be your wife. You are my Mr. Fredrickson:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham and Charlie, you are exhausting. Really. Exhausting in the only way I want to be exhausted though:) I am so glad I get to be your mom. You both are my greatest achievments and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas wasn't going to be a real big to do this year, but it ended up being just perfect. The little things truly mean so much. It was wonderful to have a house full for the week, and to strengthen relationships. I love how going home on Christmas always feels. I will not forget the boots my mom and sisters gave me because they wanted to get me a little something extra, or the recorded book my mom and dad actually sang on. So funny!! I will remember watching the best dad a kid could have setting up a 2 million pieced train set for his son...you are so lucky Graham. My very special stocking stuffer, and Charlies first Christmas. I also am quite pleased with my tree this year:) Cooking together, sharing memories, and just spending time with one another is such a blessing. Im also so grateful for my Savior. The reason for the season. Among many things I've learned this year, I feel I have grown closer to Him as well. I am grateful for the hope, strength, and peace his gives me and my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-629468377266211194?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/629468377266211194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/afterthoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/629468377266211194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/629468377266211194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/afterthoughts.html' title='Afterthoughts'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8282609656350590765</id><published>2012-01-01T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:02:54.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMXzhyDLMzw/TwCQwagI7fI/AAAAAAAABr8/sriTGY23JnQ/s1600/IMG_3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692709090418552306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMXzhyDLMzw/TwCQwagI7fI/AAAAAAAABr8/sriTGY23JnQ/s200/IMG_3570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending the morning at our house, we headed up to Paradise. We stopped and Grandma Marges first where the kids were loved up, and Graham got a train he refers to as his "Grandma Marge train". Charlie got a sweet little pink kitty that Grandma had gotten here on the day she was born in the hospital when she came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IJy0K1A3dI/TwCQvcGFp1I/AAAAAAAABrk/nTFE-3QBxWQ/s1600/IMG_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692709073666287442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IJy0K1A3dI/TwCQvcGFp1I/AAAAAAAABrk/nTFE-3QBxWQ/s200/IMG_3559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nncwtHBKqcw/TwCQuXqRSsI/AAAAAAAABrY/gxCwn8F7EqY/s1600/IMG_3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692709055295998658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nncwtHBKqcw/TwCQuXqRSsI/AAAAAAAABrY/gxCwn8F7EqY/s200/IMG_3558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truck or wheeler ride first of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWP2wp5u7cQ/TwCQt5xkTAI/AAAAAAAABrM/xOQ8OPu9QnY/s1600/IMG_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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width: 200px; height: 150px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692704073557040194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmpLnXjbb0w/TwCMMZPJXEI/AAAAAAAABmk/tBIErecDpP0/s200/IMG_3489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsW-6XPaftI/TwCMMOhN2CI/AAAAAAAABmU/S_VRWywlF68/s1600/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px; height: 200px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692704070680041506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsW-6XPaftI/TwCMMOhN2CI/AAAAAAAABmU/S_VRWywlF68/s200/IMG_3495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8727976586064588984?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8727976586064588984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/merry-christmas-moultries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8727976586064588984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8727976586064588984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/merry-christmas-moultries.html' title='Merry Christmas Moultries!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_trV4GJ4AkM/TwCN-OfywdI/AAAAAAAABo8/DKXo6lBUX4g/s72-c/IMG_3551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-58740376929962116</id><published>2011-12-29T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:40:37.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOB1U3YUjYE/Tvz41Gp-L4I/AAAAAAAABmE/77vIQXf-rJA/s1600/IMG_3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691697620292874114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOB1U3YUjYE/Tvz41Gp-L4I/AAAAAAAABmE/77vIQXf-rJA/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it to Temple Square this year with whole Moultrie Clan. It was FREEZING! We got all bundled up and lasted around a half an hour I bet:) I was the biggest wuss of them all except for the Californians. The kids loved the lights, and Graham did pretty good. His jealous bone stuck out very far this week with the other cousins around. I wish that we could've spent some more time strolling, but it was soo crowded, and I really was sooo cold. KC and Jess came into town and stayed with us for a week. It was wonderful spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6F5oTGlke4/Tvz40VFhoaI/AAAAAAAABl0/cJw87toWzXo/s1600/IMG_3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691697606986670498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6F5oTGlke4/Tvz40VFhoaI/AAAAAAAABl0/cJw87toWzXo/s320/IMG_3454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghSs7JQXKRw/Tvz40FjzrII/AAAAAAAABlo/PtvFvjOpRu4/s1600/IMG_3469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691697602818714754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghSs7JQXKRw/Tvz40FjzrII/AAAAAAAABlo/PtvFvjOpRu4/s320/IMG_3469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81sT6XXT7jk/Tvz4zBs5b6I/AAAAAAAABlg/W7x3liVwpNc/s1600/IMG_3467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691697584603230114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81sT6XXT7jk/Tvz4zBs5b6I/AAAAAAAABlg/W7x3liVwpNc/s320/IMG_3467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRUAZ9ZUVLg/Tvz4ywh6oYI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Xne93xbPsi0/s1600/IMG_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691697579993768322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRUAZ9ZUVLg/Tvz4ywh6oYI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Xne93xbPsi0/s320/IMG_3465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7mlj7MLPDE/Tvz4K3VtwuI/AAAAAAAABk8/ya18LoaJ0kI/s1600/IMG_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 300px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691696894626874082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7mlj7MLPDE/Tvz4K3VtwuI/AAAAAAAABk8/ya18LoaJ0kI/s400/IMG_3449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6psDf5RoVm8/Tvz4KR8GHQI/AAAAAAAABkw/Q3i_O8fxSA8/s1600/IMG_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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width: 300px; height: 400px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691696858075437986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Xuooe_piRE/Tvz4IvLLG6I/AAAAAAAABkM/q1yjnBz8Tps/s400/IMG_3434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-58740376929962116?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/58740376929962116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/58740376929962116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/58740376929962116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOB1U3YUjYE/Tvz41Gp-L4I/AAAAAAAABmE/77vIQXf-rJA/s72-c/IMG_3460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1800808125681148262</id><published>2011-12-16T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:50:46.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Charlie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe that you have hit your 7 week mark, sweetheart, you have grown so much. From the day you were born, although you made us pretty nervous for a couple days, you have been such a joy. You are a beautiful baby and your two little dimples could not be cuter (your left one shows up a little more, but if we see both we know you have a BIG smile on). You really seem so much bigger than when you were born! You're starting to chunk up a little more everyday. I love to see your little double chin and your chubby cheeks...even your legs are getting a little meat on them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqdv8BE-0XY/Tuw7A8UZqJI/AAAAAAAABkA/0TF9JGTXKeI/s1600/Charlie%2BBath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 225px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686985316839827602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqdv8BE-0XY/Tuw7A8UZqJI/AAAAAAAABkA/0TF9JGTXKeI/s400/Charlie%2BBath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are tiring, but in the best way. You seem to love to be held; I don't think you care who it is, unless it is me and then you love it even more. You like me to bundle you up with the blanket forming a little hood on the top of your head...and you try to resist me holding your arms close to your body, but that only lasts for a second before you settle in and let me snuggle you up. You're tolerant of Graham being up in your face all the time, but I don't think you would mind if he gave you 10 inches every once in a while. He and I both only smother you though because we love you so much...we can't help ourselves. Your mom is incredible with you. You love her most. She is so sweet and gentle with you and does only the things that make you happy and strong. I know you two will have a bond that is so special, even among all mothers and daughters. You make our house brighter--sometimes literally because we're up in the night with you--but mostly just figuratively. You are special and we hope you know it (or come to that realization quickly) because we know it. We love you and will always try to be our best for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1800808125681148262?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1800808125681148262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1800808125681148262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1800808125681148262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-little-girl.html' title='My Little Girl'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqdv8BE-0XY/Tuw7A8UZqJI/AAAAAAAABkA/0TF9JGTXKeI/s72-c/Charlie%2BBath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-564116856324885720</id><published>2011-12-16T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:03:22.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Making Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AP0fRrEGwLQ/TuvLxmcRjbI/AAAAAAAABj4/u74EWirtVhs/s1600/IMG_3422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686863007478549938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AP0fRrEGwLQ/TuvLxmcRjbI/AAAAAAAABj4/u74EWirtVhs/s400/IMG_3422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we made it through another year of our annual candy day extravagansa, barely. It was actually two days this year, and we set a new record of using 40 lbs of chocolate! Thank goodness we give most of the candy away, or we would all weigh well over 300 pounds. We have been making candy with my mom and aunt pam and all the girls for as long as I can remember. Grandma Marges house transforms into a regular candy factory. We make several varieties each year. The staples..rums, turtles, coconuts, etc, and then we try a new one every once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We work, laugh, and catch up on the happenings in each others lives. It is a great tradition, and one I look forward to every year. Charlie got to attend this year, and most of the pics are with family meeting her for the 1st time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham went with papa on a wheeler ride, and had to come down and tell us that he had seen a bald eagle! He was so excited. Notice his cool coat, it was mine when I was around his age. Retro is so in style:)  I love hearing how excited he gets telling me about the ducks, cows, buffalos, and the dogs. He loves his rides with Papa. Everyone seems to sneak down to have a few samples of candy of course throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1RS_6sr4g/TuvLxLm_xeI/AAAAAAAABjo/optjq-VhBh0/s1600/IMG_3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686863000275764706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1RS_6sr4g/TuvLxLm_xeI/AAAAAAAABjo/optjq-VhBh0/s400/IMG_3424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luF3JDxOxwY/TuvLwxlIaQI/AAAAAAAABjc/idTvPgteNdw/s1600/IMG_3428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686862993288620290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luF3JDxOxwY/TuvLwxlIaQI/AAAAAAAABjc/idTvPgteNdw/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlLk1MqkHQk/TuvKyu1ZhnI/AAAAAAAABjM/aMGXG4DhwTc/s1600/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686861904678993538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAEDgYBMl8Q/TuvKxaMXvoI/AAAAAAAABi0/gj69E-opu9o/s400/IMG_3418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmMc1aiiBz8/TuvKw84qt3I/AAAAAAAABio/NMm5YNZOlf4/s1600/IMG_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686861896811722610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmMc1aiiBz8/TuvKw84qt3I/AAAAAAAABio/NMm5YNZOlf4/s400/IMG_3415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FyorZC0ffc/TuvKwv1J8fI/AAAAAAAABic/O-ytkW7Om4A/s1600/IMG_3414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686861893307331058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FyorZC0ffc/TuvKwv1J8fI/AAAAAAAABic/O-ytkW7Om4A/s400/IMG_3414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-564116856324885720?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/564116856324885720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/candy-making-day-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/564116856324885720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/564116856324885720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/candy-making-day-2011.html' title='Candy Making Day 2011'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AP0fRrEGwLQ/TuvLxmcRjbI/AAAAAAAABj4/u74EWirtVhs/s72-c/IMG_3422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8050249674155178348</id><published>2011-12-15T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:46:32.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did that happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPAPgkxHQLc/TuvKFE16qrI/AAAAAAAABiQ/eLdQWf-iQLE/s1600/IMG_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686861143033424562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPAPgkxHQLc/TuvKFE16qrI/AAAAAAAABiQ/eLdQWf-iQLE/s400/IMG_3402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k61Nc0iXKU0/TuvKE90GI6I/AAAAAAAABiE/GW7yHMH_i4Y/s1600/IMG_3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686861141146739618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k61Nc0iXKU0/TuvKE90GI6I/AAAAAAAABiE/GW7yHMH_i4Y/s400/IMG_3401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie is seven weeks old Saturday! I  have no idea how that happened so fast. These past weeks have truly been a blur. Graham+newborn=exhaustion. We have had our hands full. I feel like we are always busy with something, and always tired. She is the sweetest little petite girl. She has two dipples, but both only come out if she smiles really big. She isnt the best sleeper at night hence the tiredness, but she isn't too fussy either. She has just the right amount of hair, and I swear she laughed last night for the first time. She has the cutest double chin, and is chubbing up all over. She also loves the bath, and doesn't seem to mind her brother loving her up all the time. One thing that is quite different from Graham is the amount she spits up, holy moly..one word...laundry! She is getting more and more alert, and prefers to be around noise. She is so snuggly and if I could I'd hold her all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Seven Weeks Charlie! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8050249674155178348?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8050249674155178348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-did-that-happen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8050249674155178348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8050249674155178348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-did-that-happen.html' title='How did that happen?'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPAPgkxHQLc/TuvKFE16qrI/AAAAAAAABiQ/eLdQWf-iQLE/s72-c/IMG_3402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7798598037011251150</id><published>2011-11-30T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:56:10.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB2pViGLTjY/TtZqytKyTBI/AAAAAAAABh0/XGVOf-te59Q/s1600/IMG_3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680845399325297682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB2pViGLTjY/TtZqytKyTBI/AAAAAAAABh0/XGVOf-te59Q/s400/IMG_3394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdZ0oUXjkYs/TtZqyMjm6CI/AAAAAAAABho/fSOSt0rDEU0/s1600/IMG_3400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680845390571038754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdZ0oUXjkYs/TtZqyMjm6CI/AAAAAAAABho/fSOSt0rDEU0/s400/IMG_3400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZysgALfKpg/TtZqxg_PIkI/AAAAAAAABhc/wLAHcLib2QY/s1600/IMG_3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680845378875761218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZysgALfKpg/TtZqxg_PIkI/AAAAAAAABhc/wLAHcLib2QY/s400/IMG_3399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c0n6sDmXMq4/TtZqwZWYjZI/AAAAAAAABhQ/mukFhGGvyl0/s1600/IMG_3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680845359645494674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c0n6sDmXMq4/TtZqwZWYjZI/AAAAAAAABhQ/mukFhGGvyl0/s400/IMG_3382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7IQnVyad_8/TtZqwMeM8mI/AAAAAAAABhE/--KCvXGVf_0/s1600/IMG_3392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680845356188627554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7IQnVyad_8/TtZqwMeM8mI/AAAAAAAABhE/--KCvXGVf_0/s400/IMG_3392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXEdfLOIkWQ/TtZqTcnbrFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Go14Krn9CSI/s1600/IMG_3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680844862306102354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXEdfLOIkWQ/TtZqTcnbrFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Go14Krn9CSI/s400/IMG_3379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Vo_LNwdVk/TtZqS1vtByI/AAAAAAAABgE/G7BqzB2su4Y/s1600/IMG_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680844851871811362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Vo_LNwdVk/TtZqS1vtByI/AAAAAAAABgE/G7BqzB2su4Y/s400/IMG_3375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving up in Paradise this year. After the week we had had, it sure was nice to take our mind off of things, and to enjoy some family and food. Update: Everyone is all better now, and working on the sleep deprevation. Charlie was a good little girl, and got plenty of love. I think Grandma Vickie held her most of the day. Graham was his usual "ham" self, and entertained all of us. He got to go on a wheeler ride, so he was a happy boy. He is so full of life and makes us all smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the people in our lives have helped us so much over the last year. I truely do not know how we would have made it through without them. I''m so grateful for their help, support, and love. You never understand service fully, until you fully need service. Thank you so much for making our lives better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7798598037011251150?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7798598037011251150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7798598037011251150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7798598037011251150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB2pViGLTjY/TtZqytKyTBI/AAAAAAAABh0/XGVOf-te59Q/s72-c/IMG_3394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8339337979635043004</id><published>2011-11-19T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T08:39:37.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham and Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpFrMi_Nno/TsfXjHz6gKI/AAAAAAAABf4/kJWwKwBNoGE/s1600/IMG_3371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676742853715984546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpFrMi_Nno/TsfXjHz6gKI/AAAAAAAABf4/kJWwKwBNoGE/s400/IMG_3371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say, its true, I have pretty cute kids:) We are all on the mend here after mine and Jared's surgery. It was a pretty rough week last week. Jared's surgery was so much worse than we were prepared for. Thank goodness for family and friends who saved us! Jared got an infection along with his surgery, making recovery even tougher. With the two adults in the house not being able to lift more than ten pounds, Graham headed up to Grandma Vickie's and Papa's for the weekend. Thanks AGAIN mom and dad. Brett and Nurse Connie slept over the first night, and continued to help with anything and everything. It's so nice having them so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vR01cPqgHeM/TsfXiJabcPI/AAAAAAAABfs/TA7Q8BnhrQA/s1600/IMG_3373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676742836966093042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vR01cPqgHeM/TsfXiJabcPI/AAAAAAAABfs/TA7Q8BnhrQA/s400/IMG_3373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kid is crazy! He is non stop and so sweet! And then there is his evil twin..he comes out once in a while and scares us to death!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2a11R6kfLsQ/TsfXh8p_eZI/AAAAAAAABfc/ENK_336Zzhs/s1600/IMG_3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676742833541708178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2a11R6kfLsQ/TsfXh8p_eZI/AAAAAAAABfc/ENK_336Zzhs/s400/IMG_3368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gp-E3IE-iEY/TsfXhlwWSLI/AAAAAAAABfU/kevgjjcwM6g/s1600/IMG_3323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676742827394353330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gp-E3IE-iEY/TsfXhlwWSLI/AAAAAAAABfU/kevgjjcwM6g/s400/IMG_3323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graham tending dad and sister..while watching I'm sure Megamind or Little Einsteins very focused. He is doing much better this week. He calls Charlie "Little", and kisses/drools on her head. Besides anything tractor/truck related, he has started to like puzzles lately. He is still not into coloring, but loves his books. At his 2 yr checkup, he was in the 80% in all areas, beast! He keeps us on our toes, and makes up smile while being very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EsBKgDIEbw/TsfWuGk2V9I/AAAAAAAABfE/oUZxRi59kRo/s1600/IMG_3363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676741942851295186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EsBKgDIEbw/TsfWuGk2V9I/AAAAAAAABfE/oUZxRi59kRo/s400/IMG_3363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiuiWrRu27Y/TsfWt6TpuzI/AAAAAAAABe4/uzWpAc9NkJQ/s1600/IMG_3352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676741939557940018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiuiWrRu27Y/TsfWt6TpuzI/AAAAAAAABe4/uzWpAc9NkJQ/s400/IMG_3352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried a little photo shoot with Charlie. And by little, I mean we lasted about 3 minutes before Jared got light-headed and we both decided it wasn't really working. We needed Jenny's expertise..we will try again later. BUT I do love this one showing off her dimples. At her two week appt. she has gained almost a lb and an inch! She is very small and petite. She is 15% in her weight, 33% height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEiAni_taZA/TsfWtZ8tiuI/AAAAAAAABew/IUqkVjMqXAo/s1600/IMG_3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676741930871786210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEiAni_taZA/TsfWtZ8tiuI/AAAAAAAABew/IUqkVjMqXAo/s400/IMG_3330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long, ashy feet..just like her mama's. Long toes too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3an0W_sUlNA/TsfWs5juTVI/AAAAAAAABeg/SgzVs7wn4iU/s1600/IMG_3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676741922177043794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3an0W_sUlNA/TsfWs5juTVI/AAAAAAAABeg/SgzVs7wn4iU/s400/IMG_3334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S9ddJtwhbJg/TsfWs_s5_BI/AAAAAAAABeU/KE13EzvOgME/s1600/IMG_3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676741923826170898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S9ddJtwhbJg/TsfWs_s5_BI/AAAAAAAABeU/KE13EzvOgME/s400/IMG_3327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has the longest, skinniest, little legs. The angle shows them off, future volleyball player folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8339337979635043004?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8339337979635043004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/graham-and-charlie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8339337979635043004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8339337979635043004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/graham-and-charlie.html' title='Graham and Charlie'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpFrMi_Nno/TsfXjHz6gKI/AAAAAAAABf4/kJWwKwBNoGE/s72-c/IMG_3371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3241888297110903577</id><published>2011-11-15T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:29:33.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st bath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AVR4N_Thls/TsMtUnCNeOI/AAAAAAAABeE/l0U8KQEY9cM/s1600/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675429787515844834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AVR4N_Thls/TsMtUnCNeOI/AAAAAAAABeE/l0U8KQEY9cM/s400/IMG_3315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta get all the '"firsts" documented. Although I already am cutting my mom some slack on having a lot less pics of me as a middle child. Its tougher getting all the pictures taken when you've got two kids.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzF78C1HzW0/TsMtUQfgVuI/AAAAAAAABd8/JYLx7UTjqmc/s1600/IMG_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675429781464700642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzF78C1HzW0/TsMtUQfgVuI/AAAAAAAABd8/JYLx7UTjqmc/s400/IMG_3313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nTjBT2eZh3g/TsMtT3FeHbI/AAAAAAAABdw/LUr96JUnK88/s1600/IMG_3317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675429774644616626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nTjBT2eZh3g/TsMtT3FeHbI/AAAAAAAABdw/LUr96JUnK88/s400/IMG_3317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kNKI7OXKY3s/TsMtToGkBcI/AAAAAAAABdk/UESXmIbgVmI/s1600/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675429770622666178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kNKI7OXKY3s/TsMtToGkBcI/AAAAAAAABdk/UESXmIbgVmI/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3241888297110903577?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3241888297110903577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/1st-bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3241888297110903577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3241888297110903577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/1st-bath.html' title='1st bath!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AVR4N_Thls/TsMtUnCNeOI/AAAAAAAABeE/l0U8KQEY9cM/s72-c/IMG_3315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8928841091187015938</id><published>2011-11-14T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T13:52:02.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moultrie Family Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr8UwhWWYRU/TsFvbpjs8oI/AAAAAAAABdY/9mrr18P_jXE/s1600/IMG_3291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674939526266286722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr8UwhWWYRU/TsFvbpjs8oI/AAAAAAAABdY/9mrr18P_jXE/s400/IMG_3291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't spend our Holiday with any of Jared's family, but I would like to give thanks to them as well. KC flew out for a few days for Charlie's arrival, and saved us! With everything that was going on, he made it feel less hectic and took such great care of Graham. They went to Mcdonald's every day, played on the slides, watched shows, and played together. It is great to see Graham build a relationship with KC, favorite unc as he calls him:) KC brought him some new basketball shoes, a D Rose jersey, and spoiled all of us. We hope you know Kace how much it meant having you here, and how grateful we are for everything you do for us, especially that particular week. LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9w3l0JRhWpw/TsFvarJdCnI/AAAAAAAABdA/1ipfRaatKL4/s1600/IMG_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674939509513194098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9w3l0JRhWpw/TsFvarJdCnI/AAAAAAAABdA/1ipfRaatKL4/s400/IMG_3304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papi and Connie have done it all. From tending Graham, to tending us, cooking, cleaning, and just plain old company. We also hope you know how much we appreciate your time, and ALL of your help. We are lucky you are so close, thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jl5n7IFLAA/TsFvaVWbpBI/AAAAAAAABc0/Jm9dYML6ar0/s1600/IMG_3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674939503662048274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jl5n7IFLAA/TsFvaVWbpBI/AAAAAAAABc0/Jm9dYML6ar0/s400/IMG_3302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8928841091187015938?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8928841091187015938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/moultrie-family-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8928841091187015938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8928841091187015938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/moultrie-family-love.html' title='Moultrie Family Love'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr8UwhWWYRU/TsFvbpjs8oI/AAAAAAAABdY/9mrr18P_jXE/s72-c/IMG_3291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-9102343471834554206</id><published>2011-11-12T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:35:39.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of Four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-K37wQGEAU/TsFpsOd9qkI/AAAAAAAABco/7MH2Yf0Ud_I/s1600/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674933213982468674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-K37wQGEAU/TsFpsOd9qkI/AAAAAAAABco/7MH2Yf0Ud_I/s400/IMG_3286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought Charlie home Thursday November 3 late afternoon. KC stayed with Graham so we could go and pick her, and took these pictures for us. It was so fun watching Graham meet his sister for the first time. He is so sweet with her. I thought he might be a little rough with her, but he is very soft, and wants to hold her. He calls her his babio, and says, "she's cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_2-hxYWgDc/TsFpr_Q_IQI/AAAAAAAABcY/_vB8YJCeSaw/s1600/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674933209901506818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_2-hxYWgDc/TsFpr_Q_IQI/AAAAAAAABcY/_vB8YJCeSaw/s400/IMG_3288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPcpiz5S5qI/TsFprkIu-QI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Q3PhtWjgBWk/s1600/IMG_3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674933202619136258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPcpiz5S5qI/TsFprkIu-QI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Q3PhtWjgBWk/s400/IMG_3283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bD1D28C5yrk/TsFo2O8klFI/AAAAAAAABcE/uZ8VWOIjIRQ/s1600/IMG_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674932286397912146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bD1D28C5yrk/TsFo2O8klFI/AAAAAAAABcE/uZ8VWOIjIRQ/s400/IMG_3282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graham has had his moments of adjusting, and they have not been fun. He doesn't seem like he has a problem with Charlie at all, just has some lovely two year old moments:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QP-TmrK0wi4/TsFo2O9MY6I/AAAAAAAABb4/_aCOjew9lso/s1600/IMG_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674932286400521122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QP-TmrK0wi4/TsFo2O9MY6I/AAAAAAAABb4/_aCOjew9lso/s400/IMG_3281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS4cuUp93cg/TsFo1Ez1FyI/AAAAAAAABbw/vhBsSSzrmQ0/s1600/IMG_3266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674932266497021730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS4cuUp93cg/TsFo1Ez1FyI/AAAAAAAABbw/vhBsSSzrmQ0/s400/IMG_3266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Charlie's last day in the NICU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAx5eNYd-aE/TsFo08QfngI/AAAAAAAABbc/-aUH9nNYQjo/s1600/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674932264201330178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAx5eNYd-aE/TsFo08QfngI/AAAAAAAABbc/-aUH9nNYQjo/s400/IMG_3277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DW1ZxntSbnQ/TsFo0vIpdvI/AAAAAAAABbU/NjK2d0Awtws/s1600/IMG_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674932260678760178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DW1ZxntSbnQ/TsFo0vIpdvI/AAAAAAAABbU/NjK2d0Awtws/s400/IMG_3276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-9102343471834554206?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9102343471834554206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-of-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/9102343471834554206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/9102343471834554206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-of-four.html' title='Family of Four!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-K37wQGEAU/TsFpsOd9qkI/AAAAAAAABco/7MH2Yf0Ud_I/s72-c/IMG_3286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2278429952164987713</id><published>2011-11-12T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:21:35.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJF6s1HLAW0/Tr7evSWQIVI/AAAAAAAABbI/tcjbOnKycMM/s1600/IMG_3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674216980994621106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pomM2nAVc7Y/Tr7eR-qsfrI/AAAAAAAABZ0/GTpf33hwblo/s400/IMG_3245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnoRsOg6Uq0/Tr7eRTOOKKI/AAAAAAAABZo/MAzkCsgb3X0/s1600/IMG_3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674216969332467874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnoRsOg6Uq0/Tr7eRTOOKKI/AAAAAAAABZo/MAzkCsgb3X0/s400/IMG_3238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z41NydjEt2s/Tr7eRIMM1DI/AAAAAAAABZc/shp8R5UIk84/s1600/IMG_3228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674216966371202098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z41NydjEt2s/Tr7eRIMM1DI/AAAAAAAABZc/shp8R5UIk84/s400/IMG_3228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2278429952164987713?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2278429952164987713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-buddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2278429952164987713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2278429952164987713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Buddy!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJF6s1HLAW0/Tr7evSWQIVI/AAAAAAAABbI/tcjbOnKycMM/s72-c/IMG_3260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8469516553063722949</id><published>2011-11-09T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:42:01.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lG5LlCjtvE/Trq5eL2C0HI/AAAAAAAABZI/p9TUs_1Jm18/s1600/IMG_3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673050608853241970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lG5LlCjtvE/Trq5eL2C0HI/AAAAAAAABZI/p9TUs_1Jm18/s400/IMG_3217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sweet little baby girl decided to surprise us a week early. We were schedualed for a c section Friday, Nov 4th at 9:30 am. Charlie Jessie Moultrie was born at 4:44 pm Sat, Oct 29th. We were in Salt Lake helping Stace move some of her stuff into her new house when my contractions started. I should say they started the night before at Truck or Treat, but I just thought they were "done too much that day" pains. We went to Sams Club to kill a little time before we met Stace, and to buy Truman a new bed. My mom, Jared, Graham and I started shopping when I had a really bad pain(contraction). I tried to shake it off, and we kept walking. Within the next few minutes I had two more, one that made me sit down on the stairs and one that made an employee there want to use the code for "lady in labor". I really didn't think I was in labor, but my mom and Jared made me nervous enough that we left Graham with Grandma Vickie and headed to the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My contractions started to calm down, so we stopped at the house to grab a few things. I had no back packed, or anything ready. We threw a few things in a bag, and headed to Ogden Regional. We checked in, and then waited/tracked contractions for the next few hours. My contractions had calmed down quite a bit at this point, and they were having a hard time tracking them. Once we were there, we wanted to have her right then..and then as it went on I started to want to go home. I started to think we would be waiting another week, but the contractions were still there, and so the doc was called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ll31YuLpG0/Trq5dxAr1YI/AAAAAAAABY4/szgCjE6dWC0/s1600/IMG_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673050601650115970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ll31YuLpG0/Trq5dxAr1YI/AAAAAAAABY4/szgCjE6dWC0/s400/IMG_3213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole labor/c section experience wasn't the best last time, so I had prepared myself for the worst. It ended up being SOO much better than the first time. The spinal was much better than the epideral, and everything seemed much smoother. Calvin, the anethesiologist(sp?) was great! He talked me through everything, and really made everything so much better. Jared and Calvin gave me a blessing right before we went into surgery. There are no bad blessings, but this one I truely felt manefested so strongly. Several times throughout the surgery and  hospital stay I could feel the calmness of the spirit from that blessing and gained strength from it. It almost felt as if Heavenly Father was saying, Ill take care of things now. It was very special, and I'm so grateful for my wonderful, worthy husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgery is surgery. Weird, nerve racking, not fun. It took a little while longer than with Graham, and pretty quickly I knew everything was not 100 percent ok with Charlie. They showed her to me for two seconds, and then she went back with the nurses. I kept asking if everything was ok, and people was suffice me and say, "they are working on it". Kathy told me that she was having a little hard time breathing. Jared was trying to make me feel ok, but I could tell from his face that he was worried too. So I'm laying there on the table waiting for this sweet moment with my husband and  new baby girl, and it never came. They told me she was going to the NICU to get some help. Jared went with her. I was wheeled to my room, and was alone for the next little bit. Graham and my mom came soon after. I remember feeling worried, confused, and just wanting to know what was going on. Jared was in and out for the next four hours. The next few hours were not the funnest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie's lungs weren't quite developed yet, and she had a small hole in one of her lungs. The doctor explained that when she took a deep breath, because her lungs werent quite ready, the deep breath created a small hole. It kinda "popped" is how it made sense in my head. She was struggling to breath, but could be seen. She had quite a few visitors that evening. I still hadn't been able to see her. I needed to get the feeling back in my legs, and had to be able to wheel to the NICU. Each time I would try to get up to go see her, I would puke. It was so frustrating. Finally around 3am I got to officially meet her. I was so excited. She had been improving they told me. She had several wires attached to her. I think that was the hardest part..seeing her all hooked up to monitors and the oxegen. She looked so little, fragile, and pretty. It was hard not holding her, but I was grateful to finally see her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fte3kAgZcR8/Trq313XHeSI/AAAAAAAABYc/gqf96-E-OXQ/s1600/IMG_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673048816648419618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fte3kAgZcR8/Trq313XHeSI/AAAAAAAABYc/gqf96-E-OXQ/s400/IMG_3216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EUrKdYS9H8/Trq31FSMJZI/AAAAAAAABYQ/JfA-pniYcOQ/s1600/IMG_3207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673048803205981586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EUrKdYS9H8/Trq31FSMJZI/AAAAAAAABYQ/JfA-pniYcOQ/s400/IMG_3207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdoHxkvP0ZU/Trq30zook2I/AAAAAAAABYA/HqWrTQMqpNY/s1600/IMG_3182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673048798468281186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdoHxkvP0ZU/Trq30zook2I/AAAAAAAABYA/HqWrTQMqpNY/s400/IMG_3182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next couple of days were strange. I felt so much better than with Graham, but we had no baby with us. The second day was the worse for me, I was in a lot of pain, but was/am so glad I didn't have to take those crazy pain meds..they make me crazy. Again, I feel that the blessing Jared had given me helped me through the pain.  We spent those days wheeling down to see Charlie, and to feed her. We were so hopeful that we would be able to take her home with us, but it didn't happen. She needed to be off oxegen for x number of hours, and she was having a hard time with this. I was missing Graham so much by day three, that we decided to go home. The closer it got to leaving without her, the worse it got. We just kept thinking that we  were going home to be with Graham for his birthday. It helped a little. As the days went on and Charlie got stronger, we were able to hold her, and feed her, and even dress her the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was Graham's birthday, and we had quite the day. Charlie again, couldnt' come home with us, which really was a blow because we were sure she would be able to. KC came into town, and I think Graham had a great birthday. We tried to make it that way anyway:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBey1CudLis/Trq309yoj4I/AAAAAAAABX4/vUTguIUphwA/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673048801194577794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBey1CudLis/Trq309yoj4I/AAAAAAAABX4/vUTguIUphwA/s400/IMG_2322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ5QqDv4T9U/Trq1kn8a30I/AAAAAAAABXw/xesYNNmE1fE/s1600/IMG_3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673046321428881218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ5QqDv4T9U/Trq1kn8a30I/AAAAAAAABXw/xesYNNmE1fE/s400/IMG_3202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       (one of our favorite nurses, Elise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4gSqEXZtBs/Trq1kd5VvnI/AAAAAAAABXg/ElFhhWOb1NI/s1600/IMG_3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673046318731607666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4gSqEXZtBs/Trq1kd5VvnI/AAAAAAAABXg/ElFhhWOb1NI/s400/IMG_3205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SG4AByL56m4/Trq1jsfR4CI/AAAAAAAABXY/61vR9NFBoUs/s1600/IMG_3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673046305468964898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SG4AByL56m4/Trq1jsfR4CI/AAAAAAAABXY/61vR9NFBoUs/s400/IMG_3194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUZUxmq6KK8/Trq1jZIavII/AAAAAAAABXE/ma0_Yth_DXk/s1600/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673046300272802946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUZUxmq6KK8/Trq1jZIavII/AAAAAAAABXE/ma0_Yth_DXk/s400/IMG_3200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next two days were nerve racking. We kept praying that she would be strong enough to get off the oxegen and be able to come home. Finally on Thursday afternoon she was cleared! It was so exciting going to pick her up. The nurses in the NICU were so great to her, and us. It was so relieving leaving with a healthy baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2S5wr2QhwiU/Trq1jDNgHgI/AAAAAAAABW8/8XwyNHxuOsY/s1600/IMG_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673046294388547074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2S5wr2QhwiU/Trq1jDNgHgI/AAAAAAAABW8/8XwyNHxuOsY/s400/IMG_3198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8469516553063722949?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8469516553063722949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/unexpected-delivery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8469516553063722949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8469516553063722949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/unexpected-delivery.html' title='An unexpected delivery'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lG5LlCjtvE/Trq5eL2C0HI/AAAAAAAABZI/p9TUs_1Jm18/s72-c/IMG_3217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3666462089915496412</id><published>2011-11-06T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:31:57.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTYq2Uyd_fI/TrmrgTMKf6I/AAAAAAAABWw/RSKc0OaVm-g/s1600/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672753777045307298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTYq2Uyd_fI/TrmrgTMKf6I/AAAAAAAABWw/RSKc0OaVm-g/s400/IMG_3180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVsr5ZetMHQ/TrbA0tjotmI/AAAAAAAABWk/_NYepOnvKFk/s1600/IMG_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671932376313137650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3m217pAwIgA/TrbAcfAuifI/AAAAAAAABWY/DXPjyNPHJoU/s400/IMG_3174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SMasIGaX78/TrbAbuLdvJI/AAAAAAAABWM/k3ZCw18uGE8/s1600/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671932363204836498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SMasIGaX78/TrbAbuLdvJI/AAAAAAAABWM/k3ZCw18uGE8/s400/IMG_3172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8UbGesnc7k/TrbAbQVuGvI/AAAAAAAABV8/xMQCqbZyYoI/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671932355194788594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8UbGesnc7k/TrbAbQVuGvI/AAAAAAAABV8/xMQCqbZyYoI/s400/IMG_3171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CYJZ7n3zJc/TrbAbKuuCqI/AAAAAAAABV0/Ys1EfxEaGYY/s1600/IMG_2284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671932353689029282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CYJZ7n3zJc/TrbAbKuuCqI/AAAAAAAABV0/Ys1EfxEaGYY/s400/IMG_2284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lo0eh4v8Ik/TrbAY_tGjKI/AAAAAAAABVo/ZBaOn27br7U/s1600/IMG_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671932316369718434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lo0eh4v8Ik/TrbAY_tGjKI/AAAAAAAABVo/ZBaOn27br7U/s400/IMG_2291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to get ourselves together enough to get dressed up, and had a great trunk or treat the Friday before Halloween. We have had Grahams costume for over a month. We saw it, and I had to have it. He hasn't been too fond of it, and we had been worried that he wouldn't wear it. We bribed him, and he kept it on all night! He was so cute, and oh so polite while trunk or treating. He would say, "trick or treat", wait, and then say, "thank you". He did such a good job. I waddled along after Jared and him, and was probably the only person who wasn't cold:) Toward the end of the night, I started to feel some tightness and pain in my belly. I thought I had just walked too much, no big deal. We came home, had some pizza, talked about how cute Graham was, and went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These other Halloween pictures are from Grandma Marge's party. Graham was a little overwhelmed at her house filled with crazy, dressed up people. He kept hiding and saying, "too tired" when someone would try to talk to him or take his picture.  Jared and I could not attend because we were in the hospital with our new baby girl!! Surprise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3666462089915496412?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3666462089915496412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3666462089915496412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3666462089915496412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTYq2Uyd_fI/TrmrgTMKf6I/AAAAAAAABWw/RSKc0OaVm-g/s72-c/IMG_3180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7818126257631425034</id><published>2011-10-26T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:44:22.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are about to change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are one week away from the arrival of new baby Charlie. It is soooo exciting and we are soooo ready. I have worried and wondered about how the integration would go with Graham since we first found out that we were pregnant. Tonight, as I laid with him in bed, I felt a little, a little sad I guess to be honest. Not sad in a bad way, just sad in a never be just you and me way. Of course we are having Charlie to make Graham's life better. No one wants to be an only child:) He has been the sweetest little boy the last month or so. He has been giving us extra hugs, and snuggling longer. Maybe its in  my head, but I know he knows something is going on, somethings are about to change. He knows Charlie is in my belly, and where Sissy's room is. He will see her clothes and say, "oh thats cute mama". He covers me up with a blanket and tells me to lay on the couch or pillow. He is a very good tender. He gets up in the middle of the night lately I think just to lay with his dada whom he loves so much. They are best friends. I'm so grateful that they have each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I just love him so much, and hope this adjustment goes ok for him. I hope he doesn't miss his mama, or think that he isn't our world, because he is..he always will be. We will just add another person to all of our worlds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm getting too emotional just thinking about everything, so I'm going to stop now. Its an unbelievable thing the love you can have for your child. I am so blessed to be your mom Graham, and I will do anything and everything I can to be my best for you. Hang in there these next couple of weeks, everything will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7818126257631425034?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7818126257631425034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-are-about-to-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7818126257631425034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7818126257631425034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-are-about-to-change.html' title='Things are about to change.'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-376030124453334272</id><published>2011-10-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:48:51.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662634461949171890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDBebCOiejE/TpW4Co1dmLI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Q5SYYunSAJ0/s400/IMG_2209.JPG" /&gt;I really do believe that we live in the greatest neighborhood. Our whole street is mostly full of younger couples, such as ourselves with a few kids. We all have a lot in common, and I love getting together with all of them. Its funny how quickly they have become such great friends.  I truely feel like we could rely on them for anything we needed. Last week Tiffany and Beth threw a baby shower for Charlie. I told Tiffany numerous times that is wasn't necessary, and no fuss was needed. She insisted, and it was so much fun! It made me really excited for this little girl arriving in less than three weeks! She was completely spoiled, and got SO many cute things!  I didn't take my camera, so I stole these shots from my mama. She and Kate, Grandma Marge, and Pam made it down as well. Beth made the most delicious cupcakes, seriously! Sorry Sweet Tooth Fairy, I'd rather have one of Beth's:) The theme was Cute as a Cupcake, and it was so nice to be out with some of the girls. Thanks everyone for your help and for coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yY5f9Hibzk/TpW4Brs4Y6I/AAAAAAAABSI/VFsI9RseVj4/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662634445538616226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yY5f9Hibzk/TpW4Brs4Y6I/AAAAAAAABSI/VFsI9RseVj4/s400/IMG_2205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The joke(or reality) is that I live in basketball shorts and t-shirts for the entrie 9 months.  When I was prego with Graham I think we bought 5 maternity items. I wore three of them to the shower. Everyone was shocked! Even Graham said, "oooh nice mama". Too Funny. Also, whenver I have my hair done, he calls me Katie.  Yes, I will be getting dressed and ready a little more often very soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnYtJH2YFQc/TpW4BXEt8vI/AAAAAAAABR0/tj4qMJryA0Y/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662634440001450738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnYtJH2YFQc/TpW4BXEt8vI/AAAAAAAABR0/tj4qMJryA0Y/s400/IMG_2208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Vickie made the cutest bird blanket, and owl onsies..all by herself, very crafty!! It will be a change dressing her in pink and dresses as opposed to warm ups and jordan gear. I'm sure she will still get her share of Nike. Its finally starting to feel quite real that there will be a little baby girl here very soon. We can't wait to meet you Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8udQ6dBNC8/TpW4BB01oKI/AAAAAAAABRs/FY4eOHrHTnQ/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662634434297700514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8udQ6dBNC8/TpW4BB01oKI/AAAAAAAABRs/FY4eOHrHTnQ/s400/IMG_2204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-376030124453334272?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/376030124453334272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlies-baby-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/376030124453334272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/376030124453334272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/charlies-baby-shower.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDBebCOiejE/TpW4Co1dmLI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Q5SYYunSAJ0/s72-c/IMG_2209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-4599015796376697826</id><published>2011-10-11T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:21:24.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie Roast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6iveO2hqrI/TpSG_OKNWRI/AAAAAAAABRk/DsKJ3mc-3cQ/s1600/IMG_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662299052202350866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6iveO2hqrI/TpSG_OKNWRI/AAAAAAAABRk/DsKJ3mc-3cQ/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed up to Paradise while Jared headed to Idaho Falls for a few days. Grandma Marge and Grandma Vickie wanted to take the kids to the annual Halloweenie Roast. This was quite impressive I must say. It gets bigger and better every year. This was my first time attending. Graham LOVED it!! He kept talking about the pumkin train over and over. It is organized and put on for two weeks in October, and is completely free to anyone who wants to come. They have a little village, and two tractor rides, and you can roast hot dogs if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avNSoPn4Xp0/TpSG-q-_a7I/AAAAAAAABRU/qgMKD21poz0/s1600/IMG_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662299042760059826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avNSoPn4Xp0/TpSG-q-_a7I/AAAAAAAABRU/qgMKD21poz0/s400/IMG_3140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyObps1PmVk/TpSG-ZhJ6HI/AAAAAAAABRI/KSVMf2E-t1c/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662299038071515250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyObps1PmVk/TpSG-ZhJ6HI/AAAAAAAABRI/KSVMf2E-t1c/s400/IMG_3134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOTD28wLPTI/TpSG9oDtTtI/AAAAAAAABQ8/gEOLZga8Gnk/s1600/IMG_3109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662299024794668754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOTD28wLPTI/TpSG9oDtTtI/AAAAAAAABQ8/gEOLZga8Gnk/s400/IMG_3109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQwK1DFqAPs/TpSG9WWLXxI/AAAAAAAABQw/xW1JGBCMaFE/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662299020040298258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQwK1DFqAPs/TpSG9WWLXxI/AAAAAAAABQw/xW1JGBCMaFE/s400/IMG_3131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--unbPiHJ1So/TpSGgB3ZghI/AAAAAAAABQc/GvA1INde5aU/s1600/IMG_3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662298516326285842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--unbPiHJ1So/TpSGgB3ZghI/AAAAAAAABQc/GvA1INde5aU/s400/IMG_3112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaT4fmDBu0o/TpSGf_J9X9I/AAAAAAAABQU/STaZzUNeNO0/s1600/IMG_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662298515598827474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaT4fmDBu0o/TpSGf_J9X9I/AAAAAAAABQU/STaZzUNeNO0/s400/IMG_3115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UXDY0llOhw/TpSGe_d_nkI/AAAAAAAABQM/vURwv1PmTmk/s1600/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662298498502991426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UXDY0llOhw/TpSGe_d_nkI/AAAAAAAABQM/vURwv1PmTmk/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMR1cKHYBjg/TpSGebx4WmI/AAAAAAAABP8/2f4FI9LO1L4/s1600/IMG_3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662298488922724962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMR1cKHYBjg/TpSGebx4WmI/AAAAAAAABP8/2f4FI9LO1L4/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K74lsfXx2wA/TpSGeDfijxI/AAAAAAAABPw/qUi-f5n6-Tg/s1600/IMG_3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662298482403348242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K74lsfXx2wA/TpSGeDfijxI/AAAAAAAABPw/qUi-f5n6-Tg/s400/IMG_3103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our fun time there, we headed to Grandma Vickies for her party. She had orange soda, chips, bbq, and donuts. Graham loves playing with River and Autumn. It was a really fun night, and a good way to get up in the Halloween spirit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, Graham did wake up in the middle of the night crying saying, "spider". Hope he forgets about that tonight:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-4599015796376697826?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4599015796376697826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloweenie-roast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4599015796376697826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4599015796376697826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloweenie-roast.html' title='Halloweenie Roast'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6iveO2hqrI/TpSG_OKNWRI/AAAAAAAABRk/DsKJ3mc-3cQ/s72-c/IMG_3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-583698471451576953</id><published>2011-10-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:05:55.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma Marge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yOfsrA1dio/To50hXSl0jI/AAAAAAAABPo/JDlEvJVh5Ng/s1600/shoppn%2Bw%2Bgmarge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 159px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660589898187788850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yOfsrA1dio/To50hXSl0jI/AAAAAAAABPo/JDlEvJVh5Ng/s400/shoppn%2Bw%2Bgmarge.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture a month or two ago when Grandma Marge came down for a visit. We went to Bed Bath and Beyond, and Graham was her cart pusher. He is a "BIG" help in stores, or exhausting..one of the two. Grandma always makes you feel like you are her favorite, and this is no diffferent with Graham. She still calls him "baby Graham" and comes up to visit whenever we do. Graham loves her, and will hold still for at least a minute to give her a sqeeze. He always wants to honk as we drive past her house, saying "Marge! Marge!" and has recently added the Grandma on to Marge when he says her name. He wants to ride on her 4 wheeler, and see the kitties at her house. Grandma is always telling me to relax, and let him be. "He can't hurt one thing" is something I always here when we are at her house. She thinks I fuss over him too much I'm sure:) When I was sick and pregnant with Graham, she would call to check on me often. I wonder sometimes if having to go through so much to get him here, made him extra special to her. She means so much to me, and I hope Graham knows how blessed he is to have such a special Great Grandma. Love you Grandma Marge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-583698471451576953?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/583698471451576953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-grandma-marge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/583698471451576953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/583698471451576953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-grandma-marge.html' title='My Grandma Marge'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yOfsrA1dio/To50hXSl0jI/AAAAAAAABPo/JDlEvJVh5Ng/s72-c/shoppn%2Bw%2Bgmarge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-4364706221737106816</id><published>2011-09-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:25:56.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zz8zB0Z6_6o/TokmUKHZPKI/AAAAAAAABO4/EpFFDdVlGhA/s1600/2011-08-05_10-12-40_758%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 225px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659096534522346658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zz8zB0Z6_6o/TokmUKHZPKI/AAAAAAAABO4/EpFFDdVlGhA/s400/2011-08-05_10-12-40_758%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this post is all sorts of mixed up. I found some more pictures, and didn't want to start all over after I had originally started. Just think of it as a puzzle. You get to try to figure out the time line of the trip, and read things that are not in the right order:) The first picture is quite fitting to some of the trip. We were at Pikes Market hurrying through because Graham was not really wanting to casually stroll. He doesn't do anything casually or slow. Jared wanted some fresh berries, we had to see the fish, and the huge donuts. I am holding two buns...one in my hand, the other in my belly! The fresh flowers are my favorite, and the fake smile is perfect! BUT we did find the best parking spot available, right next to the folk singers outside of the first ever starbucks! The market is very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8OuDqmdXQc/TokmT12PvEI/AAAAAAAABOw/QjEFgzuA4I4/s1600/2011-08-05_08-51-44_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 225px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659096529081711682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8OuDqmdXQc/TokmT12PvEI/AAAAAAAABOw/QjEFgzuA4I4/s400/2011-08-05_08-51-44_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEylI6TWTEU/TokkWGfUG3I/AAAAAAAABOo/sfhFeYh9ffU/s1600/wedding%2Bbush%2Band%2Bdust.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 218px; height: 123px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094368885414770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEylI6TWTEU/TokkWGfUG3I/AAAAAAAABOo/sfhFeYh9ffU/s400/wedding%2Bbush%2Band%2Bdust.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared, Michael Bushmaker, and Dustin Bremerman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RjcS61FhRY/TokkWKhGqBI/AAAAAAAABOg/gNqKA6NPO8g/s1600/team%2Bpic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 218px; height: 123px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094369966663698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RjcS61FhRY/TokkWKhGqBI/AAAAAAAABOg/gNqKA6NPO8g/s400/team%2Bpic.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This group of guys were so great to us when we lived there. A few of them are married, a few are still bachelors, but they all love basketball and each other. They all made it back for the wedding, except 2. We missed JoJay and Marques. Coach Hiro is always a good time, and we also saw Coach Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23LM9sfKNH0/TokkV4Z_8zI/AAAAAAAABOY/3w2aHI3Q_98/s1600/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 226px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094365105025842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23LM9sfKNH0/TokkV4Z_8zI/AAAAAAAABOY/3w2aHI3Q_98/s400/temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Graham over to see the temple. It really is a beautiful temple, and the surrounding grounds are very unique and green. There is a grove like area with benches and areas where you can walk and ponder. Graham loved the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLR6fHG_-M0/TokkVmLugCI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Tk6PCAKoybQ/s1600/ferry%2Bride.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 89px; height: 158px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094360213323810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLR6fHG_-M0/TokkVmLugCI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Tk6PCAKoybQ/s400/ferry%2Bride.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob and Erika got married on South Widbey Island. We got to take a short ferry ride over. It was a little windy, but very cool. Graham loved it, and slept on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAIr5mlo-WY/TokkVi8WN1I/AAAAAAAABOI/uInWbvUeC68/s1600/bush%2Blove.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 218px; height: 123px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659094359343511378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAIr5mlo-WY/TokkVi8WN1I/AAAAAAAABOI/uInWbvUeC68/s400/bush%2Blove.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally made it back to Seattle after a 3 and a half year break. One of Jareds old teammates was getting married, and we were lucky enough to be able to go. Jared loves Seattle, and would move back in a heartbeat. I loved our time there, and love to visit. We booked the trip before I was pregnant...then didn't think I'd be able to make the trip once I was pregnant and SO sick, but we did it! It wasn't the easiest thing I've ever done, and I wouldn't do it again...but I'm glad we had an adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our flight (that I won't get into), our first stop was Maggie Bluffs. Its a tradition. It is the greatest little patio grill in a private marina. Its beautiful! Its also where I ended up working a few months when we lived there. They have the best buffalo chicken sandwich, and view. We even ran into my old boss big Greg. He won Graham over, and we had a great time. It helped us all re group, and gave us a little pick me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657607529639848898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMnd4LsdkM8/ToPcEqrCK8I/AAAAAAAABOA/2wmnAnARdts/s400/family%2Ba%2Bmaggies.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 159px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657607521184870242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ye9zwIFhldU/ToPcELLNb2I/AAAAAAAABN4/msDiwmSgCcc/s400/seattle%2Bsuitcase%2Bstroller.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-I1jRNDR5U/ToPcEGomDbI/AAAAAAAABNw/fCmI2eBYbSg/s1600/big%2Bgreg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657607519965941170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-I1jRNDR5U/ToPcEGomDbI/AAAAAAAABNw/fCmI2eBYbSg/s400/big%2Bgreg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-4364706221737106816?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4364706221737106816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/09/seattle-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4364706221737106816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4364706221737106816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/09/seattle-trip.html' title='Seattle Trip'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zz8zB0Z6_6o/TokmUKHZPKI/AAAAAAAABO4/EpFFDdVlGhA/s72-c/2011-08-05_10-12-40_758%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7192577131075812234</id><published>2011-09-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:19:01.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patio..check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 162px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657255758228407730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5VSEuAb5Ns/ToKcI4C8xbI/AAAAAAAABNo/P6Dnw89y3Aw/s400/dirty%2Bcement%2Bhelpers.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting the patio finished ended up being our really big, main yard goal this summer. It was a lot of work! Between getting the molding, gravel, cement, stamps, staining, supplies, etc., it ended up being quite the project. IT LOOKS SO GREAT! We love it! We were a little nervous about doing it ourselves(I being indoors of course, only venturing out to take pictures). Jared talked to his uncle Doug and some great neighbors that helped ease his mind. We couldn't have done it without their help. The hardest part was coordinating an actual time when everyone could get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4BPgmVFNcI/ToKcIm6rTcI/AAAAAAAABNg/NN2uBoujZWI/s1600/dad%2Band%2Brandy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 159px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657255753630305730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4BPgmVFNcI/ToKcIm6rTcI/AAAAAAAABNg/NN2uBoujZWI/s400/dad%2Band%2Brandy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good ol' Randy is always willing to help out. Our neighbor James barrowed a lot of equipment from his friend, and really made it all come together. Thanks James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwtk8-jAQOE/ToKcIZY29OI/AAAAAAAABNY/-Zco4dzTpBM/s1600/cement%2Bstamping.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657255749998802146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwtk8-jAQOE/ToKcIZY29OI/AAAAAAAABNY/-Zco4dzTpBM/s400/cement%2Bstamping.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkTN69tWoQc/ToKcIXOzGyI/AAAAAAAABNQ/wdUQlV5WDUg/s1600/cement%2Bhelpers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 159px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657255749419735842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkTN69tWoQc/ToKcIXOzGyI/AAAAAAAABNQ/wdUQlV5WDUg/s400/cement%2Bhelpers.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Jared did so well on this project that there will be many more to come. Turns out he might be a "handy man".  He has really taken on the yard, and has done such a great job in making sure it will be just right. Thanks for all of your hard work sweety.  The color turned out beautiful, and we are really happy with the stamp as well. We look forward to many hours spent out on the patio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7192577131075812234?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7192577131075812234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/09/patiocheck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7192577131075812234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7192577131075812234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/09/patiocheck.html' title='Patio..check!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5VSEuAb5Ns/ToKcI4C8xbI/AAAAAAAABNo/P6Dnw89y3Aw/s72-c/dirty%2Bcement%2Bhelpers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3534960263404196757</id><published>2011-07-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:07:03.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpin' Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEDI7i8FsKg/Th3QYiRL49I/AAAAAAAABNA/0EmRHI5XZaA/s1600/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628884229217313746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEDI7i8FsKg/Th3QYiRL49I/AAAAAAAABNA/0EmRHI5XZaA/s400/IMG_3000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h87eJaD7ctE/Th3QA7F0cMI/AAAAAAAABM4/rYYbnXZ2WOo/s1600/IMG_2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628883823563665602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h87eJaD7ctE/Th3QA7F0cMI/AAAAAAAABM4/rYYbnXZ2WOo/s400/IMG_2999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhrPhtR9c6I/Th3QAlRRkJI/AAAAAAAABMw/h1Tof4XiESY/s1600/IMG_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628883817706131602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhrPhtR9c6I/Th3QAlRRkJI/AAAAAAAABMw/h1Tof4XiESY/s400/IMG_3003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wTpEJ11Cmk/Th3QAcNBlUI/AAAAAAAABMo/eclcZRVMGF4/s1600/IMG_2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628883815272387906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wTpEJ11Cmk/Th3QAcNBlUI/AAAAAAAABMo/eclcZRVMGF4/s400/IMG_2998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJizgiKWgGg/Th3QAAahGYI/AAAAAAAABMg/R1RPIc_k5iM/s1600/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628883807812786562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJizgiKWgGg/Th3QAAahGYI/AAAAAAAABMg/R1RPIc_k5iM/s400/IMG_3002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAReE_8hqHg/Th3P_0xzaxI/AAAAAAAABMY/Nk0vr9J9M-s/s1600/IMG_3004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3534960263404196757?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3534960263404196757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/07/helpin-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3534960263404196757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3534960263404196757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/07/helpin-dad.html' title='Helpin&apos; Dad'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEDI7i8FsKg/Th3QYiRL49I/AAAAAAAABNA/0EmRHI5XZaA/s72-c/IMG_3000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-6690934531099447034</id><published>2011-07-13T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:00:28.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMY97AYpSY4/Th3PFErrE2I/AAAAAAAABMQ/-tjhFz0li_k/s1600/IMG_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628882311255442770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LKK08DCtOkk/Th3Oo5TcRVI/AAAAAAAABMA/PmJ84fRpm_4/s400/IMG_2994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GyFrtpfvzoo/Th3NpRuVw9I/AAAAAAAABL4/44BW4z0449E/s1600/IMG_2994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdgkHFAk_nU/Th3NpJMCgBI/AAAAAAAABLw/v011b1GRM4Q/s1600/IMG_2996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628881216007733266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdgkHFAk_nU/Th3NpJMCgBI/AAAAAAAABLw/v011b1GRM4Q/s400/IMG_2996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObkGcice7Dk/Th3NofcJR9I/AAAAAAAABLg/iOAjF1Lke1Y/s1600/IMG_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628881204800997330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObkGcice7Dk/Th3NofcJR9I/AAAAAAAABLg/iOAjF1Lke1Y/s400/IMG_2991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-6690934531099447034?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6690934531099447034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/07/swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6690934531099447034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6690934531099447034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/07/swing.html' title='Swing!!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMY97AYpSY4/Th3PFErrE2I/AAAAAAAABMQ/-tjhFz0li_k/s72-c/IMG_2988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-452605088434976756</id><published>2011-07-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:49:10.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aa6PfMUoS4U/Th3LfCLB_RI/AAAAAAAABLQ/2RrSF6HLWKQ/s1600/IMG_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628876769296543682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qEUQDbsuZI/Th3JmT5eb8I/AAAAAAAABJo/qP5YqRR93EQ/s400/IMG_3030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-452605088434976756?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/452605088434976756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/452605088434976756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/452605088434976756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aa6PfMUoS4U/Th3LfCLB_RI/AAAAAAAABLQ/2RrSF6HLWKQ/s72-c/IMG_3057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3364594299352141997</id><published>2011-06-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:32:59.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way Baby!!</title><content type='html'>Today I am half way through this pregnancy. I hear the heavens singing! Or maybe that is just the voices in my head singing praise because of how I feel. The last two weeks have been better. I'm not saying I'm all the way normal, and back to my old self..BUT I feel like I can function at some points during the day. I don't have my head in a toilet all day and all night. I can eat more than just white toast with butter. I even got dressed two times last week! I'm only at the docs once a week now, and I even got my hair done. I know!&lt;br /&gt;It may seem silly to some to make such a big deal of these improvements, but they really feel like answered prayers. We got to stay home all last week, and do normal family things. Jared is still caretaker, but I was able to help out. I never got to feel better with Graham, and I think I will forever say that those nine months were the hardest of my life. I realize this feeling might not last, and probably wont. BUT I am relishing it now, and am so happy to be on the downhill slope!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3364594299352141997?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3364594299352141997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/06/half-way-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3364594299352141997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3364594299352141997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/06/half-way-baby.html' title='Half Way Baby!!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2223198805486323462</id><published>2011-06-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:07:41.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, we ARE alive!</title><content type='html'>A new baby?! This was the day many months ago when we told Graham that he would be getting a new brother or sister. I was about 4 or 5 weeks prego(before my life stopped) and thought he needed a little cupcake for the surprise. This little boy is going to be a great big brother. I feel very blessed to be intrusted with the wonderful responsibility of taking care of 3 boys. This is my first post back, so I better not over due it..more to come, hopefully:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FO_71_8Ct3w/TflxPyYariI/AAAAAAAABJY/BfNYUSO3NQk/s1600/IMG_2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618646526157565474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FO_71_8Ct3w/TflxPyYariI/AAAAAAAABJY/BfNYUSO3NQk/s400/IMG_2927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwYeFuLbdRE/TflxPejpUPI/AAAAAAAABJQ/1tzHqzFCBVc/s1600/IMG_2924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618646520835952882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwYeFuLbdRE/TflxPejpUPI/AAAAAAAABJQ/1tzHqzFCBVc/s400/IMG_2924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEpW9HnBHOw/TflxPKSshgI/AAAAAAAABJI/fPZaN_fqFOw/s1600/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618646515396150786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEpW9HnBHOw/TflxPKSshgI/AAAAAAAABJI/fPZaN_fqFOw/s400/IMG_2925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this boy so much!!! I hope he remembers this "happy mama" and not "sick mama on the couch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvxu4y407Nc/TflxOur1KmI/AAAAAAAABJA/GJBXTu1PJaM/s1600/IMG_2929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618646507985381986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvxu4y407Nc/TflxOur1KmI/AAAAAAAABJA/GJBXTu1PJaM/s400/IMG_2929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best dad a kid could have:) Could not do ANY of this without this man right here. Thank you Sweet for being so good to us. I promise I'll take care of you the rest of your life:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HxSvhgS6Pc/TflxOJlt8VI/AAAAAAAABI4/4uI0lvYZw6Q/s1600/IMG_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618646498027630930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HxSvhgS6Pc/TflxOJlt8VI/AAAAAAAABI4/4uI0lvYZw6Q/s400/IMG_2931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not even going to try to catch up on all of the things I've missed posting the last few months. Yes, months. If you know me, you know I've been basically dead, barely hanging on. BUT I am determined to get some posts up for our blog book so we can have some memories logged during these 9 months of h!@#, I mean bliss:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2223198805486323462?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2223198805486323462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/06/alas-we-are-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2223198805486323462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2223198805486323462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/06/alas-we-are-alive.html' title='Alas, we ARE alive!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FO_71_8Ct3w/TflxPyYariI/AAAAAAAABJY/BfNYUSO3NQk/s72-c/IMG_2927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8363512787929919898</id><published>2011-03-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:09:20.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Night with Papi and Grandma Connie</title><content type='html'>We went over to Brett and Connies for dinner tonight. We had a great time, and it was so nice to spend some time together. Dinner was great! Steak Carnitas Tacos, and Strawberry shortcake scone dessert..I'm still full! Graham was too busy to be bothered with his dinner, but somehow found some room for dessert:)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvafr8PiBNw/TYaxcM4aJEI/AAAAAAAABIs/9JZq53Tj15U/s1600/messy%2Bface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347485851952194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvafr8PiBNw/TYaxcM4aJEI/AAAAAAAABIs/9JZq53Tj15U/s400/messy%2Bface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaETa_k_zc0/TYaxbmjcXzI/AAAAAAAABIk/A9DTo-fnr9k/s1600/scone%2Bw%2Bpapi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347475563470642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaETa_k_zc0/TYaxbmjcXzI/AAAAAAAABIk/A9DTo-fnr9k/s400/scone%2Bw%2Bpapi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one of Grandma Connie is at our house, but we didn't get any of her tonight, and this is such a sweet pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdZGe-co_KM/TYaxbeZlQpI/AAAAAAAABIc/plbVgAs5qCM/s1600/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347473374626450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdZGe-co_KM/TYaxbeZlQpI/AAAAAAAABIc/plbVgAs5qCM/s400/IMG_2900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpsriUbUyms/TYaxbPGJ8RI/AAAAAAAABIU/6zpn2zVZ1Tg/s1600/2011-03-20_17-17-08_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347469266612498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpsriUbUyms/TYaxbPGJ8RI/AAAAAAAABIU/6zpn2zVZ1Tg/s400/2011-03-20_17-17-08_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Papi and Grandma for a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8363512787929919898?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8363512787929919898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/fun-night-with-papi-and-grandma-connie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8363512787929919898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8363512787929919898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/fun-night-with-papi-and-grandma-connie.html' title='Fun Night with Papi and Grandma Connie'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvafr8PiBNw/TYaxcM4aJEI/AAAAAAAABIs/9JZq53Tj15U/s72-c/messy%2Bface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-4906601728037715610</id><published>2011-03-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:02:08.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>This kid LOVES being outside! We have had some good days lately and some colder ones, but I don't think Graham can tell the difference. He loves playing in the dirt, walking around the backyard, and playing on the deck. If it is outside he wants to be a part of it. We put on his "dirt shoes" and head out. I think he would stay out there all day if we would let him. Its so cute watching him walk, stubble-run out the back. He will stubble, look at his hands, then brush them off and keep going.&lt;br /&gt;The only negative part of all of this is that when you bring him back in, he loses it. His mind, literally. He throws a huge fit. It he hears the door open he runs for it. He also loves trucks lately. Anytime he sees one, or even hears one, he says,"truck, truck, truck". Can't wait for some grass instead of dirt to play on!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7ra4WcolHM/TYVqdT5HKKI/AAAAAAAABIM/9KJ_GAMUWGc/s1600/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585987964611537058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7ra4WcolHM/TYVqdT5HKKI/AAAAAAAABIM/9KJ_GAMUWGc/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went up to my mom and dads when Jared had to work in Logan again. I took my camera and snapped a few shots so I'd have something to post:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMRkPvBLqX4/TYVqdCioSfI/AAAAAAAABIE/r09p7gp2sxk/s1600/IMG_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585987959953836530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMRkPvBLqX4/TYVqdCioSfI/AAAAAAAABIE/r09p7gp2sxk/s400/IMG_2942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is that vein in my neck bulging out so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tftk5VOsxWk/TYVqc6yJXgI/AAAAAAAABH8/7_p5IlcAT-Q/s1600/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585987957871435266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tftk5VOsxWk/TYVqc6yJXgI/AAAAAAAABH8/7_p5IlcAT-Q/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truman loves Katie, and Katie humors Truman. She does act like she likes him though. This was so funny..Truman wouldn't leave her side. She kept taking steps back and he would move his bum to be touching her somehow. It must have been her Village Inn aroma he couldn't get enough of:) Love ya Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7Jkcs5f2J4/TYVqctADQlI/AAAAAAAABH0/-MT96ZMCqKs/s1600/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585987954171658834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7Jkcs5f2J4/TYVqctADQlI/AAAAAAAABH0/-MT96ZMCqKs/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham lights up whenever he sees Grandma Vickie, and has gotten used to going up to her house. He loves Grandma Marge, but doesn't necessarily love her to hold him. He can't be bothered to hold still that long. Grandma Marge has come up everytime we come to visit since Graham was born. I'm not kidding! She is such an amazing person. I hope you know Grandma, how much those visits mean not only to Graham, but to me as well. We love you. We love you too mom:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfPSyDvDhmk/TYVqcflDCfI/AAAAAAAABHs/Ah7kjU-Nlww/s1600/IMG_2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585987950568737266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfPSyDvDhmk/TYVqcflDCfI/AAAAAAAABHs/Ah7kjU-Nlww/s400/IMG_2934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know why it feels like we've been so busy lately, but it sure does. I can't really pinpoint our busyness, all I know is at 8 oclock I'm pooped and feel like its the first time I've sat down all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-4906601728037715610?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4906601728037715610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/lately.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4906601728037715610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4906601728037715610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7ra4WcolHM/TYVqdT5HKKI/AAAAAAAABIM/9KJ_GAMUWGc/s72-c/IMG_2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-528351733231662101</id><published>2011-03-15T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:33:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof to myself that I have had happy pregnancy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So this past Friday we found out that we are pregnant! I know, I know I never thought I'd do it again. And NO I didn't forget about the last one. Trust me, I remember every little, horrible, tortureous moment of it. Ugh, makes my stomach churn just thinking about it, not to mention the anxiety. It really was the hardest, darkest time of my life, 9 months of my life!! Thats a LONG time!! We started getting the feeling that maybe it was time to expand our little family a few months back. We both thought it was early, and thought we would ask Heavenly Father what he thought..of course he thought it was time:) I had my IUD taken out, and one month later we were pregnant. Guess it was time:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was one day late, and couldn't take the waiting. Just for curiousity's sake I bought a pregnancy test.  I had butterflys in my stomach all the way home from the store. I came home, took the test, came in the kitchen to wait my 3 minutes, and there it was..that lovely solid pink line. It was so much darker than with Graham. No faint line this time. I ran downstairs, woke Jared up from his nap and showed him the stick. We were both so happy and excited!! Not telling anyone was killing us! We want to wait as long as we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is supposed to be a positive post for me to look back on in 7 weeks when I'm puking and miserable. I feel so great right now! Really, I am going about my every day life. Nothing feels different yet, and I pray for it to stay that way numerous times daily. I work out normally, eat normally, and even sleep good (because Graham is). I realize I am very lucky, and am trying to be positive. I also realize that I'm really only 5 weeks or so along, so the torture is yet to come, or so they say. Im savoring this happy time. Jared has never seen me as a happy, healthy pregnant woman. Its been such a fun week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We joke around about a little "grahamina" in my belly and are definetly giddy about a new baby on the way. Its exciting, and scary. I've been reading as usual, and I can worry with the best of them, at the same time I also feel a lot more relaxed this time. I realize this is because we've done it all before, and there is comfort in that. We have the doctor all lined up, and I think she will be great. She is Jared's Aunts doctors who has been through anything, and everything with her pregnancies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so blessed, and again, nervous. I just keep praying for healthy mom and baby! New baby should arrive right around Graham's old due date. November 18th. Haven't been to the doc yet, so its not official, its just babycenter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-528351733231662101?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/528351733231662101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/proof-to-myself-that-i-have-had-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/528351733231662101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/528351733231662101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/proof-to-myself-that-i-have-had-happy.html' title='Proof to myself that I have had happy pregnancy days'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-5860353573211983938</id><published>2011-03-07T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:06:45.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>Last week we spent the majority of the week in Idaho. We decided to head up with Jared for work, and then the region 18 basketball tournament. We started our trip out in Idaho Falls. We had a great view from our hotel of the beautiful temple. We went to dinner at The Olive Garden, and were feeling really great about our "vacation". Sometime around bedtime that night, our minds slowly started to change. Graham wasn't really too excited about going to sleep in his crib, or necessarily with us. All I can say about that night is that when I woke up the next morning, (guess I must have got some sleep) I was glad it was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked on our way to Twin Falls, making a lovely stop in American Falls. And by lovely I mean, try not to stop at this place. We made it to Twin Falls in time for a first round game. We won. The best part of this day was that while driving around(only way Graham would take a nap) I had the nicest man DELIVER five guys to my car so that Graham could stay asleep!! Yup, only in Twin Falls, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCs0lsq9Udw/TXWa5Ty-TtI/AAAAAAAABHk/VPES-KiKfKY/s1600/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581537622552891090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCs0lsq9Udw/TXWa5Ty-TtI/AAAAAAAABHk/VPES-KiKfKY/s400/IMG_2904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-_SFzzK-88/TXWa43J1AlI/AAAAAAAABHc/Wn8IuifyRqY/s1600/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581537614864122450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-_SFzzK-88/TXWa43J1AlI/AAAAAAAABHc/Wn8IuifyRqY/s400/IMG_2903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We again, didn't get much sleep the next night, and the trip starts to get fuzzy here for me. We were busy and tired. SLCC went on to win, and make it to the championship game. We went to Shoshone Falls the last day to pass the time while waiting for the 7:30 PM game! Its always fun to be around the team. It reminds me of when we lived in Seattle. Graham was very tired at this point, and didnt really love the misting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZf4NfA2di8/TXWa4n1R-II/AAAAAAAABHU/hfx-SXHi0jw/s1600/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581537610751408258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZf4NfA2di8/TXWa4n1R-II/AAAAAAAABHU/hfx-SXHi0jw/s400/IMG_2909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHlFCfYPg0Y/TXWaE3u-KQI/AAAAAAAABHM/E-BnzqMHy9w/s1600/IMG_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581536721666713858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHlFCfYPg0Y/TXWaE3u-KQI/AAAAAAAABHM/E-BnzqMHy9w/s400/IMG_2911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick and Steve are Grahams two favorite guys on the team. They are so cute with him. Steve is pretty tall and sometimes Graham looks at him like "woa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feVAeTqBaZg/TXWaEv_sRWI/AAAAAAAABHE/zH1v7TsPoHg/s1600/IMG_2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581536719589360994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feVAeTqBaZg/TXWaEv_sRWI/AAAAAAAABHE/zH1v7TsPoHg/s400/IMG_2916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graham really was a pretty good boy considering all the driving and basketball. He doesn't look too happy in this pic, but I think he had a pretty good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9JmL90qXXo/TXWaEHNXfQI/AAAAAAAABG8/udj865d3nKI/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581536708640865538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9JmL90qXXo/TXWaEHNXfQI/AAAAAAAABG8/udj865d3nKI/s400/IMG_2917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxvkJTMeZx0/TXWaD_z9DmI/AAAAAAAABG0/O9WLbTb06JQ/s1600/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581536706655227490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxvkJTMeZx0/TXWaD_z9DmI/AAAAAAAABG0/O9WLbTb06JQ/s400/IMG_2921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEz6bIHhsOc/TXWaDslnajI/AAAAAAAABGs/SWPMCqvp534/s1600/IMG_2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581536701494815282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEz6bIHhsOc/TXWaDslnajI/AAAAAAAABGs/SWPMCqvp534/s400/IMG_2922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLCC lost their last game to CSI. It was a sad game. They are an up and down team. They can be great, and they can be not so great. Its fun to take Graham to the games, and have him find his dad out on the court or on the bench. He always finds him, points, and says "da da". He is always moving, and sometimes its a battle. We are happy watching Daddio be happy:) We drove home after the game, and arrived in Kaysville at around 1 AM! I've never been so happy to be home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great adventure, but can't wait to take a real vacation with adults only:) Saying that doesn't make me a bad mom does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-5860353573211983938?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5860353573211983938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5860353573211983938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5860353573211983938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCs0lsq9Udw/TXWa5Ty-TtI/AAAAAAAABHk/VPES-KiKfKY/s72-c/IMG_2904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7600097624671059172</id><published>2011-03-06T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:42:16.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skudush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztC4nUaXu4o/TXRQteauguI/AAAAAAAABGk/1AEoJnJudxk/s1600/panda%2B2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Master Oogway wisely states, The past is history, the future is a mystery, but today is a gift, that is why it is called THE PRESENT. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXClYnSaOiw/TXRQtFpRXEI/AAAAAAAABGc/9T6zysp7n2o/s1600/panda%2B1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581174573758504002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXClYnSaOiw/TXRQtFpRXEI/AAAAAAAABGc/9T6zysp7n2o/s400/panda%2B1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what has been going on at our house. Graham LOVES this movie. It is the only thing he will watch. He especially enjoys watching it with his dad. He will stop whatever he is doing and focus in on some kung fu. It is so cute to watch him being "amazed" at the show. We say "panda" and he will grab his blanket and head to the couch. We have fallen in love with the characters, and I think Jared knows every line. Noodles? You were really dreaming about noodles?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7600097624671059172?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7600097624671059172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/skudush.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7600097624671059172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7600097624671059172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/skudush.html' title='Skudush!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXClYnSaOiw/TXRQtFpRXEI/AAAAAAAABGc/9T6zysp7n2o/s72-c/panda%2B1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2708950192267903424</id><published>2011-02-22T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:26:25.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide Time</title><content type='html'>This was Graham's Valentines present from his Daddio. He is loving it more and more. He is climbing up on everything, so we thought this would be perfect. As soon as we get some grass, we will have a park complete with a slide in the backyard:) He crawls up on the first step on his knees, but then wants some help to sit up on it. He slides down by himself, and even went hands first today. He and his pal, Truman have a great time playing underneath it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xUSHxieQgM/TWSY6rlcc_I/AAAAAAAABGU/ibSRg3xYnKI/s1600/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576750372491129842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xUSHxieQgM/TWSY6rlcc_I/AAAAAAAABGU/ibSRg3xYnKI/s400/IMG_2879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8IRtSmcsU/TWSY6XuSg8I/AAAAAAAABGM/nrooXrqfE68/s1600/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576750367159518146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8IRtSmcsU/TWSY6XuSg8I/AAAAAAAABGM/nrooXrqfE68/s400/IMG_2880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ETvTy9g6UU/TWSY6GkOqRI/AAAAAAAABGE/4QFIqbZQmUs/s1600/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576750362553919762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ETvTy9g6UU/TWSY6GkOqRI/AAAAAAAABGE/4QFIqbZQmUs/s400/IMG_2877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTNIG0lWZFM/TWSY5-wgQVI/AAAAAAAABF8/QJFIDQb-aaA/s1600/IMG_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576750360457920850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTNIG0lWZFM/TWSY5-wgQVI/AAAAAAAABF8/QJFIDQb-aaA/s400/IMG_2878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2708950192267903424?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2708950192267903424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/slidn-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2708950192267903424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2708950192267903424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/slidn-time.html' title='Slide Time'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xUSHxieQgM/TWSY6rlcc_I/AAAAAAAABGU/ibSRg3xYnKI/s72-c/IMG_2879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2196436149227169963</id><published>2011-02-22T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:17:15.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Talon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y85w0bmUtpk/TWSYRHL_Q8I/AAAAAAAABF0/W5WB17kiLvU/s1600/talon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576749658346046402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y85w0bmUtpk/TWSYRHL_Q8I/AAAAAAAABF0/W5WB17kiLvU/s400/talon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little guy is almost 3 weeks old! Graham and I got to meet him when he was one week old, but Jared just met him last week. This was their first encounter. He is one cute little guy! He has very sweet little features, and is oh so snuggly! I have always loved little babies, and would hold him everyday if I could. We are so glad he is in our family. Love you baby Talon! These two do look pretty cute snuggling him up don't they?:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92Z-nRtYalc/TWSVpHIC9mI/AAAAAAAABFk/DDJru-27h9k/s1600/baby%2Btalon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576746772111488610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92Z-nRtYalc/TWSVpHIC9mI/AAAAAAAABFk/DDJru-27h9k/s400/baby%2Btalon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2196436149227169963?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2196436149227169963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-baby-talon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2196436149227169963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2196436149227169963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-baby-talon.html' title='Welcome Baby Talon!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y85w0bmUtpk/TWSYRHL_Q8I/AAAAAAAABF0/W5WB17kiLvU/s72-c/talon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-475294147151754104</id><published>2011-02-16T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:57:43.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th year</title><content type='html'>As my birthday grows near, I thought I'd write an ode to my 27th year.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this blog post for quite some time now. A few random thoughts will pop into my head, and I'll think, hey that would be great for my 27th year blog post. It depends on the day how I view my 27th year to be completely honest. I've noticed a lot of changes, which is why in the first place I even thought about logging it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm really starting to feel the effects of old age. I truely feel the getting older transition. I know, I know, I'm still a young pup (depends on who you ask),BUT I really do! My body is achy A LOT! Yes I do put it through quite rigerous workouts, but still nothing out of the ordinary. I have a bad back. I complain to Jared about it all the time. My Dad call me a wuss. Ever since I had my galbladder taken out, my back has never been the same. I don't see any cooralation, but nevertheless its true. It takes my body longer to recover from my crazyness, and I find myself reaching for the IBprofin bottle more than ever:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, HELLO wrinkles!! I am noticing my laugh lines and not so tight skin more than I ever have. This year has made me start an an anti-aging, take better care of your skin program. I stick to it pretty good. I definetly moisturize more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I don't really need to go into detail of how your body changes after a baby. Lets just say, IT DOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I have once or twice found a few grey hairs, and immediately plucked those suckers out! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this new weird chest bone that pokes out. My mom has one, and I call it her chicken bone. Why did I grow this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, I have had an unbelievably blessed year. I have such a wonderful partner who I not only like, but am completely in love with:) I have a beautiful, happy, healthy little boy that makes my every day. We live in a beautiful home, and are close to our wonderful families. I feel like I'm getting to a good place with my wife/mother duties. I am certainly not claiming to be wise, but I think I have gained some wisdom, patience, and understanding. I continue to be surprised by life, and hopefully learn from it.  I'm very grateful for all the "growing pains" that have come with this past year. After all they are called growing for a reason:) This year has been full of great joy as well. I conclude my 27th year feeling content, happy, and blessed(a little sore as well).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-475294147151754104?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/475294147151754104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/27th-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/475294147151754104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/475294147151754104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/27th-year.html' title='27th year'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2783883173344906834</id><published>2011-02-13T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:30:38.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy your sweets tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4tUet8-gcM/TVivwFQJl9I/AAAAAAAABFc/Gex8zTRuOXA/s1600/IMG_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573397779449485266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4tUet8-gcM/TVivwFQJl9I/AAAAAAAABFc/Gex8zTRuOXA/s400/IMG_2866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njuCxuOiuW0/TVivv-KbStI/AAAAAAAABFU/IX61TOEPUZQ/s1600/IMG_2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573397777546431186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njuCxuOiuW0/TVivv-KbStI/AAAAAAAABFU/IX61TOEPUZQ/s400/IMG_2868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone enjoys their Valentine candy, cookies, chocolates, etc tomorrow. I got these donuts the other day for Graham on the way home from the gym. Here's proof to ALL of his grandparents that he DOES get some sweets every now and again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2783883173344906834?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2783883173344906834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/enjoy-your-sweets-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2783883173344906834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2783883173344906834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/enjoy-your-sweets-tomorrow.html' title='Enjoy your sweets tomorrow!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4tUet8-gcM/TVivwFQJl9I/AAAAAAAABFc/Gex8zTRuOXA/s72-c/IMG_2866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-481617836029597837</id><published>2011-02-11T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:41:28.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Post Stace!</title><content type='html'>It was this young ladies birthday on the 7th. We headed down to Salt Lake for a little birthday fun. Graham and I played at her place for awhile, and then we had a great birthday lunch at Cheesecake Factory. We met my mom and Kate there too. It was delicious! Sante Fe Chicken salad is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham sure loves Stacie, and she is so sweet with him. She is always getting something for him, and asking for more and more pictures of him. Its just another reason why I love her.)  I've been threatening to put up this pic for a few weeks now, so here it is!  This is Stacie's new boyfriend, its official, they have the"titles" now. His name is Rob, and we are so happy he is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great day Stace! We love you, and are so glad we finally live close to each other!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4z2KPHxGA0/TVVyrMsR0OI/AAAAAAAABFM/moJuYVCUdsw/s1600/IMG_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572486200407740642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4z2KPHxGA0/TVVyrMsR0OI/AAAAAAAABFM/moJuYVCUdsw/s400/IMG_2840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Truman looking very nice in his "hunting" gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-481617836029597837?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/481617836029597837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-belated-birthday-post-stace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/481617836029597837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/481617836029597837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-belated-birthday-post-stace.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Post Stace!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4z2KPHxGA0/TVVyrMsR0OI/AAAAAAAABFM/moJuYVCUdsw/s72-c/IMG_2840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-932433287398453478</id><published>2011-01-30T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:00:18.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone????</title><content type='html'>Nope, we didn't take a trip up to Yellowstone, we headed up to Paradise where the buffalo roam. We decided to take Sally up to see the farm and my family. I was really glad we did, because then I got to go along for the ride too. Its been awhile since I have been over on the west, and it was great to be there. It is such a gorgeous place, one of my favorite places to be for sure. These are the "buffs" we all gave my Dad for his 60th birthday. They are now both pregnant and huge!! They came right over to the truck, and I got close enough to touch one of the beasts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsWFNwKwI/AAAAAAAABFA/nCKszPpnqCQ/s1600/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186747158801154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsWFNwKwI/AAAAAAAABFA/nCKszPpnqCQ/s400/IMG_2828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsVhgWgkI/AAAAAAAABE4/lFdJbrRMdfo/s1600/IMG_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186737573134914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsVhgWgkI/AAAAAAAABE4/lFdJbrRMdfo/s400/IMG_2826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   I like this shot. Man and his land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsVcmMlPI/AAAAAAAABEw/7EfZydN2GXk/s1600/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186736255472882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsVcmMlPI/AAAAAAAABEw/7EfZydN2GXk/s400/IMG_2833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffs just hang out with the cows and don't really cause too much trouble. They are always together and do what they want, when they want to do it. It was warm enough that the ground wasn't frozen, so it was a little muddy. We didn't get stuck, and Sally had a great time"off roading" as she called it:)  Thanks Dad for the tour:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsVHCg6jI/AAAAAAAABEo/iw4kuo_HyXs/s1600/IMG_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186730468665906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsVHCg6jI/AAAAAAAABEo/iw4kuo_HyXs/s400/IMG_2834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner, and enjoyed each others company. My mom and dad should put up a soup kitchen sign outside of their house. They are always feeding someone, and don't every seem to mind. Thanks for having us, and making Sally feel so welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsU6cGxkI/AAAAAAAABEg/xmsor75fkXA/s1600/IMG_2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186727086343746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsU6cGxkI/AAAAAAAABEg/xmsor75fkXA/s400/IMG_2835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-932433287398453478?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/932433287398453478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/yellowstone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/932433287398453478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/932433287398453478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone????'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYsWFNwKwI/AAAAAAAABFA/nCKszPpnqCQ/s72-c/IMG_2828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7409237221066785838</id><published>2011-01-30T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:19:29.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz game and Ginobili</title><content type='html'>This is Sallyann. She is Graham's adopted Grandma from Cheyenne. She was our nurse, and we spent so much time at the doctor's office, we formed a great relationship:) She came to visit us this past week, and we had a great time. She is a HUGE spurs fan!! We planned her trip around a Jazz/Spurs game. She would basically do anything she could to be Ginobili's personal nurse. This was a great start to a great couple of days.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnb_VChMI/AAAAAAAABEY/hFciSYYFXVI/s1600/IMG_2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568181351099827394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnb_VChMI/AAAAAAAABEY/hFciSYYFXVI/s400/IMG_2799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had her binoculars out, T-shirt on, and was ready to cheer loud!  We had a great time at the game, the Jazz even kept it close. Papi and Grandma watched Graham for us, and he was a good boy while we were gone.  Thanks Papi and Grandma Connie! This picture is for her. I also told her I'd send any others that we took of her "sweet Ginobili".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnbvZebPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/uIABCIAiTzA/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568181346823466226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnbvZebPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/uIABCIAiTzA/s400/IMG_2816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    I thought the cowboy hat was appropriate right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnbXmGS5I/AAAAAAAABEI/BB51Eb-In-k/s1600/IMG_2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568181340433959826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnbXmGS5I/AAAAAAAABEI/BB51Eb-In-k/s400/IMG_2801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     We love basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnbAqRVoI/AAAAAAAABEA/5-4mOQB959c/s1600/IMG_2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568181334277445250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnbAqRVoI/AAAAAAAABEA/5-4mOQB959c/s400/IMG_2803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7409237221066785838?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7409237221066785838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/jazz-game-and-ginobili.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7409237221066785838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7409237221066785838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/jazz-game-and-ginobili.html' title='Jazz game and Ginobili'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TUYnb_VChMI/AAAAAAAABEY/hFciSYYFXVI/s72-c/IMG_2799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-6058955811623708843</id><published>2011-01-23T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:57:43.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that made me smile this week</title><content type='html'>I found myself feeling very happy this week. Nothing in particular happened. I think, or should I say KNOW that getting more sleep=a happy, nicer me:) I have this saying that when something great is happening, or when I want to remember a moment forever, that I'm "making a mental picture, or memory"..and then really try to soak up what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;This happened more than once this week. Not all weeks are like this, and its something that I try to work on, trying to recognize the good and not focus on the bad, or hard, or whatever negative is around.&lt;br /&gt;This week I remember walking into the bedroom and spying on Graham and Jared in the tub. Jared was singing to Graham, and Graham was bobbing his head back and forth happily touching his dad's face. I watched them for a few minutes, and felt so blessed to have both of them in my life, and so happy that they had each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to my mom and dad's for a day, while Jared worked in Logan. I loved watching Autumn and Graham play together. She is the boss, but so sweet with him at the same time. He was such a big boy, and wanted me to know it. He would get this face everytime he would reach the top of the stairs or when he would stand on top of the couch.&lt;br /&gt;I also love how he taps my mom's neck and then will lay his head down on her and snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built a fort at home this week, and Graham thought it was great. He is at such a fun age! He is so curiuos, and he laughs whenever someone else will laugh. I laughed everytime he would try to pull the blanket down, and then he would laugh. We did this over and over, and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is trying to feed himself with a spoon. This is very hard for me. ugh. messy. One morning I just let him have at his applesauce. He got it all over of course, but it didn't bother me so much that day. It turned out to be nice hair gel for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how he looks in his stocking hat. We got to go on a few stroller walks this week. It was really fun walking with our little family(including Truman) and enjoying the beautiful place we get to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home from my mom and dad's, Jared put on the song "seminole wind" by John Anderson. Anyone? It is a terrible song in my opinion, old, and very twangy. Very not his style. He sang it at the top of his lungs. I laughed and rolled my eyes. It made me smile. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and sister came down for a surprise visit. We went to lunch and the mall. Grandma Vickie played with Graham while Katie and i shopped a little. It was such a simple thing, but for some reason meant so much that day. It was nice to be taken care of, instead of the one taking care of..know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham get this full on giggle, belly laugh whenever Papi does the buggy wuggy game. It is SO hilarious, and addicting. He pretends he is going to tickle him and Graham loves it! He really laughs so hard that he falls over. Loved that laughter at their house for Grandma Connies birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental memories can only last so long right, better that I put them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palest ink is greater than the best memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-6058955811623708843?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6058955811623708843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-that-made-me-smile-this-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6058955811623708843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6058955811623708843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-that-made-me-smile-this-week.html' title='Things that made me smile this week'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2440813487412107257</id><published>2011-01-17T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:42:53.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Baby!</title><content type='html'>This kid is ready for the game! Or games..Jared has started helping coach at SLCC. He was given a great opportunity to be an assistant, and he loves it. I love seeing him so happy when he comes home from the gym. Jared played a year at SLCC before he went to Seattle Pacific, and I think its neat that he gets to coach at his old school with his old coach. He practices a couple days a week, and then we go to home games. Graham has got his Bruin colors on, and really just likes a new place to explore. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUImGSmA5I/AAAAAAAABD4/GipWkTAKFCs/s1600/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563362365302768530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUImGSmA5I/AAAAAAAABD4/GipWkTAKFCs/s400/IMG_2762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUIl1Tz5JI/AAAAAAAABDw/LCLatfkfCvs/s1600/IMG_2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563362360744469650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUIl1Tz5JI/AAAAAAAABDw/LCLatfkfCvs/s400/IMG_2764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUIA2p3WhI/AAAAAAAABDo/cwPRYsHIzfU/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361725450246674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUIA2p3WhI/AAAAAAAABDo/cwPRYsHIzfU/s400/IMG_2763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared actually had two games this weekend. It was the Alumi weekend, so he was playing after the SLCC/SNOW game. SLCC won by the way, and Jared lost his game in overtime. Graham was a pretty good boy, especially concidering the two games. He ate almost an entire jumbo hot dog for dinner! He's an eater I tell ya. He even watched a little bit of the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUIAHI5d4I/AAAAAAAABDg/2juHMjpnL0c/s1600/IMG_2767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361712695506818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUIAHI5d4I/AAAAAAAABDg/2juHMjpnL0c/s400/IMG_2767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUH_615McI/AAAAAAAABDY/xJ3RyJ48wUc/s1600/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361709394571714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUH_615McI/AAAAAAAABDY/xJ3RyJ48wUc/s400/IMG_2775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papi and Grandma Connie game to both games too. Thank you! It helps Graham last longer. We tried to get some good pictures with Grandma, but Graham kept putting the phone in front of his face. I liked this one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUH_RsMKVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/DQNVRvRk0Qk/s1600/IMG_2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361698348018002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUH_RsMKVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/DQNVRvRk0Qk/s400/IMG_2782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUH_JjlJII/AAAAAAAABDI/pnlyhLWtYes/s1600/IMG_2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361696164422786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUH_JjlJII/AAAAAAAABDI/pnlyhLWtYes/s400/IMG_2771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Bruins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2440813487412107257?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2440813487412107257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/basketball-baby.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2440813487412107257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2440813487412107257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/basketball-baby.html' title='Basketball Baby!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TTUImGSmA5I/AAAAAAAABD4/GipWkTAKFCs/s72-c/IMG_2762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2887254337536834800</id><published>2011-01-08T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:24:55.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I need to write down about Graham</title><content type='html'>I love reading other people's blogs. Especially when they inspire me, and give me good ideas. As Graham gets older, I forget to write down some of the little things that he does, that I know I will LOVE to look back on. So this list is for ME, feel free to read along if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Graham loves to dance and bob his head to music, or anything with a beat. He HAS to have an ipod if he sees it, and lOVES them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Loves yogurt and eggo waffles for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Will really eat just about anything. He is farely partial to healthy items as opposed to sweet things(no matter how hard his Grandma Marge or Papa try:()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He does like ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On New Years he ate shrimp and prime rib..not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He is a great eater, but he will let you know when he is done by shaking his head back and forth OVER and OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He likes holding on to Truman and walking around behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He loves horses, and makes the "heee" sound anytime he sees one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is really into books now, and I'm so glad. He will bring you several, each one at a time. He will let you read a few pages, and then he is on to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He still loves baths with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He pulls everything out of the cupboards, and is into everything! We call him the "mess maker".&lt;br /&gt;* He definetly has a mind of his own.&lt;br /&gt;* He mimics what we say and do.&lt;br /&gt;    -yesterday he got the lint roller out and tried to roll his pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves his tags on his blankets and always puts his thumb in his mouth when he sees them.&lt;br /&gt;*He says "hi five"&lt;br /&gt;* He is a good snuggler in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to go up and down the stairs, especially at Grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;*He somehow always ends up turing on the Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;*He also loves helping me with the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;He wears mostly 18 month old clothes, and size 3 diapers.&lt;br /&gt;These are all for now. I'm just happy to just have a new blog post up. I've been really bad about taking pictures and posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2887254337536834800?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2887254337536834800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-that-i-need-to-write-down-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2887254337536834800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2887254337536834800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-that-i-need-to-write-down-about.html' title='Things that I need to write down about Graham'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-4315982569833447270</id><published>2011-01-08T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:38:02.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing new..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TSktNWW_0oI/AAAAAAAABDA/hiAwdMlXPwo/s1600/A_Sick_Child_In_Bed_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090112-122192-534009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560024922329174658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TSktNWW_0oI/AAAAAAAABDA/hiAwdMlXPwo/s400/A_Sick_Child_In_Bed_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090112-122192-534009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think that since I haven't posted in a while, that I would have lots to share..WRONG. We have been a sick household for about a week. Its no fun having a sick kid, let alone being sick yourself. We started off 2011 with a bang right?:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-4315982569833447270?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4315982569833447270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothing-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4315982569833447270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4315982569833447270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothing-new.html' title='nothing new..'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TSktNWW_0oI/AAAAAAAABDA/hiAwdMlXPwo/s72-c/A_Sick_Child_In_Bed_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090112-122192-534009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1801573957782759936</id><published>2010-12-30T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:30:34.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham's first acting gig</title><content type='html'>Christmas eve at my Grandma's house, we had a little Nativity. My cousin Jenny made the most adorable costumes I've ever seen. I didn't think Graham would be too interested, but he was a ham! He just stuck around while Holden read the story, and played with "baby jesus" for a little bit. He pushed the manger box around a bit, and kept smiling at people smiling at him. Jared took this with his phone, but I just had to post them, so I have them for a later memory. I almost teared up watching him(yes I have the crying disease, passed down from my mother) I think he was the sweetest and cutest shepherd in the world! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bOaLeoMI/AAAAAAAABC4/VaP8_u1mx8s/s1600/wiseman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556697818348822722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bOaLeoMI/AAAAAAAABC4/VaP8_u1mx8s/s400/wiseman2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bEXhZxLI/AAAAAAAABCw/K2ATtxwbJEQ/s1600/wiseman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556697645836780722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bEXhZxLI/AAAAAAAABCw/K2ATtxwbJEQ/s400/wiseman3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bEEDpaZI/AAAAAAAABCo/SjUzbWNknIU/s1600/wiseman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556697640611703186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bEEDpaZI/AAAAAAAABCo/SjUzbWNknIU/s400/wiseman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bEINvu6I/AAAAAAAABCg/YM20R6HYPPs/s1600/wiseman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1801573957782759936?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1801573957782759936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/grahams-first-acting-gig.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1801573957782759936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1801573957782759936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/grahams-first-acting-gig.html' title='Graham&apos;s first acting gig'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TR1bOaLeoMI/AAAAAAAABC4/VaP8_u1mx8s/s72-c/wiseman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-929979481972079489</id><published>2010-12-26T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:39:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgetable Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>This Christmas post is full of pictures, and there is even a few more to come. Its so hard, when you have so many. I've narrowed it down quite a bit. We had such a great Christmas. We spent it up in Paradise at my Mom and Dad's. Christmas eve we had the usual party at Grandma Marge's. We had great food, the cutest nativity, and some unforgetable activites. I've got some pics of Graham as a shephed that I need to get off of Jared's phone to post. It was so nice to have everyone there, something about a full house at Grandma's. Graham had the best time. He was soaking up all the energy, and moving non-stop. We went home and did our traditional Christmas eve traditions, and finally got him to bed around 11!!! Graham had a hard time sleeping at Grandma's and slept with us:) Made me realize that we really need a king sized bed. Then next morning was so fun. Everyone but B's family was there, and we had a lot more presents to open than we had expected. One of my favorite gifts was a camp chef from my mom and dad. SO excited to use this baby this spring, summer, and fall! Thanks so much mom and dad for spoiling us. We ate our Grandma Jackie ham and egg caserole and headed off the Grandma Marge's. We opened gifts and had a great time. B got there later in the afternoon, and we all had a great evening together. Thanks to all of my family for making us feel so loved and blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlROD_y9xI/AAAAAAAABCY/n25o9Q4fkbs/s1600/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555560917371123474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlROD_y9xI/AAAAAAAABCY/n25o9Q4fkbs/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this pictures is so great. The jersey is over Grahams pajamas and captures just a little bit of Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ-Yqr5xI/AAAAAAAABCQ/4Yuaf38ZOts/s1600/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555560648041817874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ-Yqr5xI/AAAAAAAABCQ/4Yuaf38ZOts/s400/IMG_2740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trudolph and his Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ-K6f7SI/AAAAAAAABCI/vDIBTYDcBwc/s1600/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555560644350045474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ-K6f7SI/AAAAAAAABCI/vDIBTYDcBwc/s400/IMG_2704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I might have loved this jersey more than Graham. Lets be clear...I'm not a Heat fan, but a LeBron fan. I wish it was in my size. Thanks KC, Jes, Liv and Gabio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ9z3TNeI/AAAAAAAABCA/MvnylObGX2s/s1600/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555560638162613730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ9z3TNeI/AAAAAAAABCA/MvnylObGX2s/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This woman LOVES Christmas, and starts preparing as soon as it ends. She plans out everything, and she sure makes the day feel special. It's SO great being able to be with family, especially during the holidays. Graham is loving it as much as me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ9i6YBlI/AAAAAAAABB4/QzKobQoQKWI/s1600/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555560633612109394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlQ9i6YBlI/AAAAAAAABB4/QzKobQoQKWI/s400/IMG_2731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a special present from Papa and Grandma Vickie. At first Graham did not like this horse. He cried and didn't want to be anywhere near it. After a little warming up, he LOVES it! He will put both arms straight out in front of him and say," heeeee" and run to it. He just might be a real cowboy for how much he loves horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVXNfc2tI/AAAAAAAABBw/baPoVhocK_I/s1600/IMG_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555213628864256722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVXNfc2tI/AAAAAAAABBw/baPoVhocK_I/s400/IMG_2707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This boy sure loves his Grandma Marge. Grandma comes up every Christmas morning to check out the gifts, and timed this morning just right. She got to see Graham open just about all of his gifts. This woman wrote the book on how to be the best grandma ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVWrG--JI/AAAAAAAABBo/xzVktt-YLRA/s1600/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555213619634829458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVWrG--JI/AAAAAAAABBo/xzVktt-YLRA/s400/IMG_2710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVWSKlabI/AAAAAAAABBg/RtmyNZPt25Q/s1600/IMG_2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555213612939045298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVWSKlabI/AAAAAAAABBg/RtmyNZPt25Q/s400/IMG_2717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVWOGeL-I/AAAAAAAABBY/R71RVZUfOoQ/s1600/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555213611848052706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVWOGeL-I/AAAAAAAABBY/R71RVZUfOoQ/s400/IMG_2720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this picture is very cute of the newly weds. Welcome to the family Jordan, here is your gun. Thats what Katie got him. Jared played River's new Wii hunting game...thats as close to hunting as he will ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVVmBvfZI/AAAAAAAABBQ/4fpdvR-pd4U/s1600/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555213601090796946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgVVmBvfZI/AAAAAAAABBQ/4fpdvR-pd4U/s400/IMG_2729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUNQYq-VI/AAAAAAAABBI/QRH_qLKQo-o/s1600/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555212358330808658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUNQYq-VI/AAAAAAAABBI/QRH_qLKQo-o/s400/IMG_2733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a shoe year for all of us. Jared, Graham, and I all got awesome shoes! I think mine look especially hot with pjs:) Grandma Marge was quite impressed with Jareds shoes, wondered if they had them in her size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUM67TG8I/AAAAAAAABBA/h4fMyCFxbEM/s1600/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555212352570465218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUM67TG8I/AAAAAAAABBA/h4fMyCFxbEM/s400/IMG_2737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad is one happy camper with his new sheets. Who wouldn't be with 800 plus thread count?! Now combine those sheets with his down pillow and you've got a bed I'd never want to get out of. Makes me tired just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUMrMG2AI/AAAAAAAABA4/ogtc3bgHD8w/s1600/IMG_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555212348345997314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUMrMG2AI/AAAAAAAABA4/ogtc3bgHD8w/s400/IMG_2738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUMQi9SnI/AAAAAAAABAw/pukVL1q7kvg/s1600/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555212341194082930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUMQi9SnI/AAAAAAAABAw/pukVL1q7kvg/s400/IMG_2750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone got muffs or saucers as one of my mom's signature funny gifts. We look forward to seeing what next year's funny gift will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUMKWz_bI/AAAAAAAABAo/YfIU0C3U-Fk/s1600/IMG_2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555212339532529074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgUMKWz_bI/AAAAAAAABAo/YfIU0C3U-Fk/s400/IMG_2753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-929979481972079489?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/929979481972079489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/unforgetable-christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/929979481972079489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/929979481972079489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/unforgetable-christmas-2010.html' title='Unforgetable Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRlROD_y9xI/AAAAAAAABCY/n25o9Q4fkbs/s72-c/IMG_2701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8320857130569301099</id><published>2010-12-26T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:44:24.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas with the Moultries</title><content type='html'>So this year we had an early Christmas with Jareds mom and dad. They were heading off on a cruise over Christmas, so we celebrated the Wednesday before Christmas. We had a great night. We had dinner and opened gifts. We all got Nike stuff of course. Thanks Grandma and Papi!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI5MucmWI/AAAAAAAABAg/fRyB_ea63pA/s1600/IMG_2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555199919123110242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI5MucmWI/AAAAAAAABAg/fRyB_ea63pA/s400/IMG_2697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI48QM2YI/AAAAAAAABAY/OcFqupLRLhE/s1600/IMG_2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555199914701281666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI48QM2YI/AAAAAAAABAY/OcFqupLRLhE/s400/IMG_2693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI4mACVFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/NRdVCXEXHS4/s1600/IMG_2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555199908727903314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI4mACVFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/NRdVCXEXHS4/s400/IMG_2691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI4WkArUI/AAAAAAAABAI/I0C0nQrYym0/s1600/IMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555199904583822658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI4WkArUI/AAAAAAAABAI/I0C0nQrYym0/s400/IMG_2683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI4IbGyHI/AAAAAAAABAA/zPPXWZKDiwE/s1600/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555199900788377714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI4IbGyHI/AAAAAAAABAA/zPPXWZKDiwE/s400/IMG_2685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8320857130569301099?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8320857130569301099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-christmas-with-moultries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8320857130569301099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8320857130569301099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-christmas-with-moultries.html' title='Pre-Christmas with the Moultries'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRgI5MucmWI/AAAAAAAABAg/fRyB_ea63pA/s72-c/IMG_2697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8465874629717815194</id><published>2010-12-20T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:00:24.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Memories</title><content type='html'>Yup, I'm pretty proud of these bad boys. I even tried to take food-blog like pictures of them. I've been taking them to every party basically this season. They are so cute and festive. Not to mention SOOOO good. I told Jared last night that these are even worth the calories:) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNhvziPlI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kZEYvlihZUc/s1600/IMG_2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553164320199818834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNhvziPlI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kZEYvlihZUc/s400/IMG_2676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNhdI93VI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Bz6jRhLMK2A/s1600/IMG_2677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553164315189435730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNhdI93VI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Bz6jRhLMK2A/s400/IMG_2677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared's old mission buddy was in town, and stopped by for a visit. We really wish they lived closer. Quinn and Graham play so good together. The Jensens are back in Michigan trying to get through Dental school so they can come back to Utah to be with us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNg0JZ29I/AAAAAAAAA_g/UAuQBMp20FM/s1600/IMG_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553164304185416658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNg0JZ29I/AAAAAAAAA_g/UAuQBMp20FM/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Here she is, in all her glory. I liked how she turned out. Of course there could always be a few more decorations, but Jared has to reign me in during Christmas..I get this problem from my mom, and grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNgdfyEZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/8fFhsxOWUvk/s1600/IMG_2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553164298105262482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNgdfyEZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/8fFhsxOWUvk/s400/IMG_2666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are a few pics I found and wanted to post. The month has been so busy, and is flying by. We are enjoying the festivities, and trying to take in all the Christmas season has to offer. It really is great being so close to so much family .&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcoWL-3II/AAAAAAAAA_I/LuhaimmOsU8/s1600/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552969820024003714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcoWL-3II/AAAAAAAAA_I/LuhaimmOsU8/s400/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa and Grahamio at the Christmas Baldwin party. Graham loves his Papa, and even like Santa just a little bit better than Santa at the mall:) He is still not a fan though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcoDTQjkI/AAAAAAAAA_A/GuDtnqVewCw/s1600/IMG_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552969814954249794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcoDTQjkI/AAAAAAAAA_A/GuDtnqVewCw/s400/IMG_2652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Kathy was in town a few weeks ago, and we got to see her. She is a favorite for sure, and we wish we could see her more often. Graham loved her right up, and we wished we could've had more time with her. We love you Aunt Kathy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcnmd8D_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/9kcetm6lllA/s1600/eyer%2Bvisit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552969807214415858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcnmd8D_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/9kcetm6lllA/s400/eyer%2Bvisit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are Grahams best Wyoming friends. The Eyers came to visit, and I can't believe I don't have better pictures. These three got along so well, and we LOVED their visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcnpzb5EI/AAAAAAAAA-w/RyPm9vG_Q8I/s1600/candy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552969808109888578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRAcnpzb5EI/AAAAAAAAA-w/RyPm9vG_Q8I/s400/candy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For as long as I can remember we have met at Grandma Marges early December for Candy Day. My mom, aunt, and the kids( as soon as you are in 6th grade,) get together for a fun, busy, at times, silly day. Candy day this year was actually candy..couple of days. It seems like it gets bigger and bigger each year. This is a pic from my phone of the whole crew. I have no idea how much candy we make, but this year we used 30 lbs of chocolate! Its another one of the traditions that I really enjoy and hope to carry on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8465874629717815194?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8465874629717815194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8465874629717815194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8465874629717815194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-memories.html' title='December Memories'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TRDNhvziPlI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kZEYvlihZUc/s72-c/IMG_2676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8355899545688116723</id><published>2010-12-15T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:48:27.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 5..or 30</title><content type='html'>O my little Grahamio. You had a hard time falling to sleep tonight. Even though it didn't make your mother very happy at first, or after the 3rd time trying to put you down.. you snuggled her up so sweetly that it made her forget that she was frustrated. You two just sat and watched to Christmas tree lights in silence. It was a wonderful, quiet 3o minutes. She hummed Christmas songs(because she really doesn't like the sound of her singing voice), and you sucked your little thumb. It was a moment that reminded her to slow down, and that moments are to be captured and treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Graham, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm speaking in 3rd person, and that I also sound like a greeting card..guess thats  just me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8355899545688116723?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8355899545688116723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-5or-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8355899545688116723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8355899545688116723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-5or-30.html' title='Take 5..or 30'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2179114920778463142</id><published>2010-12-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:39:49.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love the lights at Temple Square this time of year? It has been one of my favorite things to do for as long as I can remember. Having said that, we had some of our great friends visit us from Cheyenne this past weekend, and I was SO excited to take them to see the lights. We headed out early to do a little shopping before hand, and planned on hitting the lights on our way home. To make a long story short, the lights do not come on before 5:30. Not one second earlier,EVEN if its dark!!! Needless to say, we were a little soggy and tired by the time we got home. We did see the lights, and had a great time in between as well. Its so great knowing that you can go to a place and instantly feel the spirit. I'm excited for the years to come, and the Christmas traditions we can continue to carry on.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdoXwt9zI/AAAAAAAAA-o/SWg-sdKBjag/s1600/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550367276423575346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdoXwt9zI/AAAAAAAAA-o/SWg-sdKBjag/s400/IMG_2661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdoAyWGrI/AAAAAAAAA-g/P88EJeudk5I/s1600/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550367270256384690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdoAyWGrI/AAAAAAAAA-g/P88EJeudk5I/s400/IMG_2657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdn4CYbrI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/9d5IOOGX1sQ/s1600/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550367267907727026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdn4CYbrI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/9d5IOOGX1sQ/s400/IMG_2660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdnMOKXsI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/selL1oCyY8A/s1600/IMG_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550367256145977026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdnMOKXsI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/selL1oCyY8A/s400/IMG_2663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2179114920778463142?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2179114920778463142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-traditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2179114920778463142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2179114920778463142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQbdoXwt9zI/AAAAAAAAA-o/SWg-sdKBjag/s72-c/IMG_2661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8223879986154522577</id><published>2010-12-12T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:01:27.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>Here's our little lumberjack. Just so happened he had this outfit the day we put up the tree, hilarious! I insist on a real tree even though its a little extra work involved. Well, maybe a lot for my dad or brother who cut them down:) I think we lucked out, and got the best of the bunch this year. Thanks for cutting it down B. Graham and Truman were freaking out with the foreign object in our house. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZRZDISaI/AAAAAAAAA-I/eM9CkURdf_s/s1600/IMG_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550010639864842658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZRZDISaI/AAAAAAAAA-I/eM9CkURdf_s/s400/IMG_2633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZQZuXBMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/X1isb0yBFnI/s1600/IMG_2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550010622866293954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZQZuXBMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/X1isb0yBFnI/s400/IMG_2634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZPekTuTI/AAAAAAAAA94/o16-esdOR-8/s1600/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550010606986443058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZPekTuTI/AAAAAAAAA94/o16-esdOR-8/s400/IMG_2637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZNva1ETI/AAAAAAAAA9o/e_HAz2GvhVo/s1600/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550010577150349618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZNva1ETI/AAAAAAAAA9o/e_HAz2GvhVo/s400/IMG_2635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8223879986154522577?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8223879986154522577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-christmas-tree-o-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8223879986154522577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8223879986154522577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-christmas-tree-o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TQWZRZDISaI/AAAAAAAAA-I/eM9CkURdf_s/s72-c/IMG_2633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7706030010480977843</id><published>2010-12-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:00:11.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPhqOac2JsI/AAAAAAAAA84/r27RiubR1bI/s1600/DSC_2976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546299736957789890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPhqOac2JsI/AAAAAAAAA84/r27RiubR1bI/s400/DSC_2976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPhqNX7JihI/AAAAAAAAA8w/wwxOGcMKlQ4/s1600/DSC_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546299719099714066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPhqNX7JihI/AAAAAAAAA8w/wwxOGcMKlQ4/s400/DSC_2903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Graham has been so much fun the past couple of days. He is feeling better, and has a lot more energy. He has been laughing and jabbering non-stop. Today he decided he would get the cereal out of the pantry, and pour himself a bowl...on the floor. I was making bananna bread and thought I'd just let him have a good time, and clean up the mess later. He continued to get down on all fours and eat each piece of cereal like a dog would eat his food. I could not stop laughing, and was trying to get a pic. Both my phone and camera were out of batteries(of course). He giggled and banged on some bowls and continued to grab a few pieces on his walk back and forth from me to the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is getting really quick. His balance improves everyday, and he walks faster and faster. He looks SO cute all bundled up in his marshmellow coat and hat when we go out. He was giving out open mouth slob kisses to both Jared and I this morning. LOVE THOSE!&lt;br /&gt;Jared was showering with him tonight, and Christmas music was on in the background. I was cleaning up some things, and we both said how these were the times/memories we would cherish and look back on. Graham, you are such a sweet boy. I LOVE hanging out with you all day(even on the days when you aren't so fun). I'm grateful for your curiosity and determination. I hope you always keep those traits with you. You are 13 months old today, and are adored by your mama and da da. You say da da throughout the day. Sometimes you even call me da da. You can always make me smile, and I love when you hand me things as if saying."here you go mom". You are a thumbsucker, and I think its very cute(hopefully you aren't doing it when you are in kindergarten though:)).&lt;br /&gt;Jared and I got to go to the forgotten carols last night up in Logan. It was great, as usual. Its so nice to spend some alone time together once in awhile. I have one wonderful, supportive, loving, handsome husband. Thanks for coming sweet, I sure love you. Graham stayed with Papa, and did pretty good. Im still trying to wean myself from Graham..I accept my pathetic-ness:) Although it has been 4 days without any nursing, yay for me. It was only really hard the second night. We are both growing up.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pretty happy tonight as I look at our beautiful Christmas tree, love the lights! Its like a campfire, totally addicting. I haven't taken any pics really, so here are a couple of sweet ones from Grahams one year shoot. I'm happy to be a mama and wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7706030010480977843?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7706030010480977843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-heart.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7706030010480977843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7706030010480977843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-heart.html' title='Happy Heart'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPhqOac2JsI/AAAAAAAAA84/r27RiubR1bI/s72-c/DSC_2976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3837318619763500387</id><published>2010-11-29T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:25:20.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week full of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>We had a great Thanksgiving! KC, Jes, and the girls came all the way from California for the entire week. They even made the ten-hour drive!! We now know it can be done, and its our turn next:) We had a week full of basketball, workouts, shopping, cousins playing, and food, of course. Its not only fun having KC here to play with Jared, but having Jes here is an added BONUS for me! It really was great having a workout partner and friend 24/7. The girls and Graham got along great! He is a lot older than the last time they saw him, and a lot more durable. Graham just followed them around, and loved the attention. They took turns on his birthday train. I don't know why I didn't take more pictures throughout the week, so all I have is Thanksgiving day. It was a combined effort from everyone. Thanks Connie and Jess for all of your hard work. Oh, and a special shout out to the roll lady, Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi and Liv made the name cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfFAZih2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/I7ArQnH5ju0/s1600/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545020843322672994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfFAZih2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/I7ArQnH5ju0/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lovely Cali couple were a little cold this trip. They are used to temps in the 70's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfEkW-46I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Vrm9572MD8k/s1600/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545020835795755938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfEkW-46I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Vrm9572MD8k/s400/IMG_2622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Connie and Graham's blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfDxpsM0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/JLP7hNFXNwU/s1600/IMG_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545020822184014658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfDxpsM0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/JLP7hNFXNwU/s400/IMG_2614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfDS_SNyI/AAAAAAAAA8A/es29VqXWS2M/s1600/IMG_2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545020813953087266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfDS_SNyI/AAAAAAAAA8A/es29VqXWS2M/s400/IMG_2632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfDCq0rkI/AAAAAAAAA74/fM2TFcY37Io/s1600/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545020809572298306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfDCq0rkI/AAAAAAAAA74/fM2TFcY37Io/s400/IMG_2627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd_upBJUI/AAAAAAAAA7w/naMOgDlqwEw/s1600/IMG_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545019653144782146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd_upBJUI/AAAAAAAAA7w/naMOgDlqwEw/s400/IMG_2629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st pumpkin pie...it was a hit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd_NZlYQI/AAAAAAAAA7o/GTpIUU5PE8s/s1600/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545019644221677826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd_NZlYQI/AAAAAAAAA7o/GTpIUU5PE8s/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd-Sf0_rI/AAAAAAAAA7g/DgoARYWyl44/s1600/IMG_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545019628410175154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd-Sf0_rI/AAAAAAAAA7g/DgoARYWyl44/s400/IMG_2608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie needed a place to make her rolls, and darnit she had to use our house..he he. She is quite the roll maker, and these might have been her best yet. I love that Jordans family lives in Kaysville. It brings Katie down for a visit with us, whenever she visits her in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd-C_mCwI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/V-MVv4jN1vo/s1600/IMG_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545019624248445698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd-C_mCwI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/V-MVv4jN1vo/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd8kdUzlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CA9XEB1q1k4/s1600/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545019598871776850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPd8kdUzlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CA9XEB1q1k4/s400/IMG_2605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are truely, truely blessed. Life gets so hectic, and even hard sometimes that it can be easy to get lost in it. Thanksgiving gives us the opportunity to re-prioritize, and to acknowlege where our blessing come from, and just how many we have. I'm grateful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3837318619763500387?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3837318619763500387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-full-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3837318619763500387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3837318619763500387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-full-of-gratitude.html' title='Week full of Gratitude'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TPPfFAZih2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/I7ArQnH5ju0/s72-c/IMG_2609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8789586709236055617</id><published>2010-11-12T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:07:18.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year old</title><content type='html'>We got some 1year shots done for Graham a few weeks ago, and just got a few back. I LOVE them! Jared said we could even do a family session every year it was so painless. I cant believe she was able to get Graham and Truman to hold still long enough to get any shots, let alone several. I sure am in love with my boys. These pictures make me smile, and very happy to be a mama and wife. Truman might even get a little extra love because he just looks so cute..maybe.:) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNxvbdKI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VEvaW1DIQU0/s1600/alana%2Bshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538879122054018210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNxvbdKI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VEvaW1DIQU0/s400/alana%2Bshoot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNgzZB3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ROFWcSnPSrI/s1600/alana%2Bshoot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538879117507233650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNgzZB3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ROFWcSnPSrI/s400/alana%2Bshoot2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNo0ojmI/AAAAAAAAA64/EaleDFIKukM/s1600/alanashoot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538879119659929186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNo0ojmI/AAAAAAAAA64/EaleDFIKukM/s400/alanashoot3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNVf8m-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/_QOEI4-Vy-8/s1600/alanashoot4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538879114472889314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNVf8m-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/_QOEI4-Vy-8/s400/alanashoot4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M70hHsNI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6CoKISyoxVw/s1600/alanashoot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538878813561663698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M70hHsNI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6CoKISyoxVw/s400/alanashoot5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M7ldB4xI/AAAAAAAAA6g/XZGgD70nYcg/s1600/alanashoot6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538878809517974290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M7ldB4xI/AAAAAAAAA6g/XZGgD70nYcg/s400/alanashoot6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M7WGd5hI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/kMkGtjYAr9w/s1600/alanashoot7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538878805396809234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M7WGd5hI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/kMkGtjYAr9w/s400/alanashoot7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M7PJGj0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gNBasnWPtwM/s1600/alanashoot8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538878803528814402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M7PJGj0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gNBasnWPtwM/s400/alanashoot8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M66fDgsI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RH1tjHptf0U/s1600/alanashoot9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538878797983744706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4M66fDgsI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RH1tjHptf0U/s400/alanashoot9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8789586709236055617?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8789586709236055617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-year-old.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8789586709236055617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8789586709236055617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-year-old.html' title='1 year old'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TN4NNxvbdKI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VEvaW1DIQU0/s72-c/alana%2Bshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-4823151508839827382</id><published>2010-11-09T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:44:20.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings just to have a new post..</title><content type='html'>I think I need a new project. I was thinking about p90x again, but not really wanting to have to commit entirely to something like that. Funny thing about me though is that I'm better when I set a strict goal. For some reason, if I start something, MOSt of the time I have to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to start a new good book. Winter is coming, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do during my "outside walking time" with Graham and Truman. I don't really like walking Truman when its cold or rainy, yuck!&lt;br /&gt;I have been improving my culinary skills lately. I have been quite the baker/chef, which I really enjoy..but I need something else. hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I just got called to be in the Young Womens, which will be fun. I'm a beehive advisor. This means, I get to teach which I really like.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just trying to be my best self, and feel as though I can always be doing something more. Does anyone ever feel like that? I dont feel like I have a whole lot of sitting around time, but still feel as though I could be doing something else. I think I'm having some pre-seasonal depression:)&lt;br /&gt;Graham has been a sick little boy all day, which makes me feel yucky, maybe thats why I have the bla's. Jared is at his basketball game. The Jazz beat the Heat, impressive. Tuesday nights Dancing With The Stars are always Lame, just tell us the results.&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough rambling..guess I'll try to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-4823151508839827382?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4823151508839827382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/ramblings-just-to-have-new-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4823151508839827382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4823151508839827382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/ramblings-just-to-have-new-post.html' title='Ramblings just to have a new post..'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1746028102034902764</id><published>2010-11-07T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:45:31.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravaganza!!!</title><content type='html'>There are so many pictures on this post..sorry. Instead of making the text long, I'll just let you enjoy the birthday week through the pics:) We had a great time celebrating Grahams birthday. He is one loved little boy. Thanks everyone who loved him up. We love you Graham, thanks for bringing so much into our lives. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdva7rIIjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/dck8_TlMiQU/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537016775361176114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdva7rIIjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/dck8_TlMiQU/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvaCz_jII/AAAAAAAAA54/LiiVN0EAbj0/s1600/IMG_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537016760097541250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvaCz_jII/AAAAAAAAA54/LiiVN0EAbj0/s400/IMG_2580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvZ12TY_I/AAAAAAAAA5w/5lqgnGyDgMw/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537016756617569266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvZ12TY_I/AAAAAAAAA5w/5lqgnGyDgMw/s400/IMG_2579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvZgZ3a0I/AAAAAAAAA5o/YaKE0b6Nxlk/s1600/IMG_2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537016750861151042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvZgZ3a0I/AAAAAAAAA5o/YaKE0b6Nxlk/s400/IMG_2578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvZa_AclI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Om2TXn2OKao/s1600/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537016749406319186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNdvZa_AclI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Om2TXn2OKao/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TNduD6aUvVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5EmG8kb_s2M/s1600/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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I think about Graham everytime I hear it. He is 1 year old today. I have been lucky enough to have been able to nurse him for this entire time. My goal was a year, and as it comes to a close..I can't help but be a little sad. I will miss our sweet, little time together. I will hold on to the "little memories" because he is getting bigger everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      (this album is SO good by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little hand's wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming &lt;br /&gt;So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light&lt;br /&gt;To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret&lt;br /&gt;I'd give all I have, honeyIf you could stay like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up  Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple&lt;br /&gt;I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart&lt;br /&gt;And no one will desert you&lt;br /&gt;Just try to never grow up, never grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Graham, we love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to come of our Birthday adventures..we are off to the zoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-5098211538112171949?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5098211538112171949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5098211538112171949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5098211538112171949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-grow-up.html' title='Never grow up..'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-818800425551772179</id><published>2010-10-31T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:01:44.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grahams last of the 1st's</title><content type='html'>It was Grahams 1st Halloween, crazy as that seems. He will be turning 1 on Tuesday. There will be no more "1st onsies" I guess:) We had a great holiday. Jared even was a champ and got in on the festivities. We were the Dracula family for our Trunk or Treat. Count Grahamula, Count Barkula, and Mom and Dad Dracula. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-93WVYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/A9gDg652_0M/s1600/IMG_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534345581169104258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-93WVYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/A9gDg652_0M/s400/IMG_2469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-hhcElI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3IGscDDGkEg/s1600/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534345573561012818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-hhcElI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3IGscDDGkEg/s400/IMG_2496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went up to Grandma Marges Saturday night for the big bash. Graham loved Rivers costume and kept trying to get to his face. He had a mummy dog and loved it! We had spraypainted Grahams hair on Friday, but decided we didn't need the mess two nights in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-UNadTI/AAAAAAAAA3I/q-XaX8sqs-c/s1600/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534345569987360050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-UNadTI/AAAAAAAAA3I/q-XaX8sqs-c/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this face, he was done toward the end of the night as you can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham loves his cousin Autumn, and she is a very good tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-CubFDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/T7-BJvNkJjM/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534345565293974578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-CubFDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/T7-BJvNkJjM/s400/IMG_2497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham kept trying to pull off my feather eyelashes. When I came out all dressed up, even Jared was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x95XvvjI/AAAAAAAAA24/aTWu7LeREvE/s1600/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534345562782940722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x95XvvjI/AAAAAAAAA24/aTWu7LeREvE/s400/IMG_2453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xGSYVcdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JC8Zj92ra2o/s1600/IMG_2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534344607423623634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xGSYVcdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JC8Zj92ra2o/s400/IMG_2498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xGAj17OI/AAAAAAAAA2o/f_QVbF2MHUk/s1600/IMG_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534344602640051426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xGAj17OI/AAAAAAAAA2o/f_QVbF2MHUk/s400/IMG_2463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xF_z5lWI/AAAAAAAAA2g/umXNsBy6VPY/s1600/IMG_2466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534344602438964578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xF_z5lWI/AAAAAAAAA2g/umXNsBy6VPY/s400/IMG_2466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xFg94_zI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/fSIpHziy8bY/s1600/IMG_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534344594159370034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xFg94_zI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/fSIpHziy8bY/s400/IMG_2464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the best part of Halloween...getting home and taking off all the makeup, clothes, and relaxing in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xFI6PDII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KI1mJSCqTEc/s1600/IMG_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534344587701587074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3xFI6PDII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KI1mJSCqTEc/s400/IMG_2468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-818800425551772179?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/818800425551772179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/grahams-last-of-1sts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/818800425551772179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/818800425551772179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/grahams-last-of-1sts.html' title='Grahams last of the 1st&apos;s'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TM3x-93WVYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/A9gDg652_0M/s72-c/IMG_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1894552404498537972</id><published>2010-10-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:53:29.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry?</title><content type='html'>So, I've never really used this blog as a journal. Its definitely been more of  a "photo blog" to say the least with a few captions here and there. I think this is because I feel like my thoughts are too personal, and why would anyone really care what I thought/was feeling. Well, this is MY blog so I am going to use it a little more freely for a journal type blog. I mean, in all honesty it will probably be like one every 20 photo posts, but hey I'm going to try. I print out my blog books for the year, and think it would be nice to have some of my thoughts down on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for example.... I went out for a jog(the weather was so nice), and on my way back saw something very scary. I was about 3 blocks from home and I saw a police car pulling into our street. Its was in a big hurry, and I quickly blew it off to someone being pulled over. I then saw two more police vehicles drive in. I start hearing sirens and lights coming faster and faster. I then started to FREAK OUT. Jared had been home with Graham, and they had just been on a little Truman walk. My mind started racing of what could of happend to them, and I started sprinting. I'm not the quickest runner, im better at distance:) But I started to run as fast as I could. I started to get more and more worked up as I get closer. As I turned the corner and saw that the cars were NOT at my house, I started to tear up. By the time I ran in the garage and saw the stroller parked, I was crying pretty hard. Jared didnt answer at first, then I saw them on the back patio. I ran to him and just was so grateful that they were ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apparently had the same thought at the same time. He kept hearing the sirens and as they got closer,  and thought I had gone up on the road and been hurt. We were both really happy to see each other..safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out a poor roofer had fallen and hit his head. Life-flight came and landed literally 30 yards from our house. Everyone was a little shaken up. There are only about 6 or 7 families in our neighborhood so far, and everyone has little kids running around. They thought the man would be fine, just doing all the necessary measures to make sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again realized how unbelievably important my family is to me. Its amazing how you can feel so completed and dependant upon your family. I have never worried, loved, wanted to take care, be better for, worried, tried, put more into, worried for anyone more in my life than Jared and Graham. Its exhausting:) But I wouldn't have it any other way. I also have never had so much Joy in my life. Im so grateful for the relief I felt/feel knowing that they were/are ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1894552404498537972?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1894552404498537972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/journal-entry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1894552404498537972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1894552404498537972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/journal-entry.html' title='Journal Entry?'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8821101886014298055</id><published>2010-10-20T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:33:00.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Hill..oooooh</title><content type='html'>We headed off to Cherry Hill, or Scary hill for October tonight for some family fun. Jared is so nice to put up with my nagging of wanting to "do more stuff". We didnt know what to expect, and ended up having a great time. Some of the things were too old for Graham so we opted for a game of mini golf. It was fun, and not only for Graham. I beat the boys this time:) I can't remember the last time I had been, but it really was kinda fun. We went to the pie pantry after for a little treat, and then went to Petsmart and found Truman a Halloween costume(you are gonna love it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qLZtbzFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/T42vYStPAKE/s1600/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530325980290993234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qLZtbzFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/T42vYStPAKE/s400/IMG_2447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qK_ziHJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Z7fSAmhGEQw/s1600/IMG_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530325973337250962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qK_ziHJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Z7fSAmhGEQw/s400/IMG_2444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared is such a great dad. He is so sweet with Graham, and Graham absolutely loves his daddio. It sure doesn't get old hearing people say that he is his twin, because I hope he grows up to be just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qJvbMLJI/AAAAAAAAA14/SFYNNs6VtXE/s1600/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530325951760313490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qJvbMLJI/AAAAAAAAA14/SFYNNs6VtXE/s400/IMG_2445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qJZMczXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KsbXQLBNBiw/s1600/IMG_2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530325945792908658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qJZMczXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KsbXQLBNBiw/s400/IMG_2440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qIxHaKtI/AAAAAAAAA1o/4-8W8MPoPtY/s1600/IMG_2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530325935034346194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qIxHaKtI/AAAAAAAAA1o/4-8W8MPoPtY/s400/IMG_2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy is going to be 1 in about two weeks. He is walking now, and jibber-jabbering all the time. He went on a long 4-wheeler ride last night up at Papas and loved it. He is sure growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8821101886014298055?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8821101886014298055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/scary-hilloooooh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8821101886014298055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8821101886014298055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/scary-hilloooooh.html' title='Scary Hill..oooooh'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TL-qLZtbzFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/T42vYStPAKE/s72-c/IMG_2447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-5302523130491073569</id><published>2010-10-14T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:27:15.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st haircut!</title><content type='html'>Graham has had the lovely "mullet look" going on for quite some time now. Jared has been trying to convince me for months now that Graham needed his hair cut. We finally got it done yesterday just in time for his 1st year pics. Tawyna, Jared's aunt did it, and it turned out perfect. Graham didn't mind it at all, and he really like the lights and people at the salon. Its funny how much older it makes him look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another milestone note..he also took his 1st steps today!! Oh my gosh, he is growing up too fast, it makes me sad thinking about it..better just go to bed now so I don't have to dwell on how fast my little baby is growing up..goodnight.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdkZ-ylI/AAAAAAAAA04/78M8I0xRLD4/s1600/trimmed+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528122871097772626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdkZ-ylI/AAAAAAAAA04/78M8I0xRLD4/s400/trimmed+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdlvDMLI/AAAAAAAAA0w/pnUFbU-Gqmk/s1600/1st+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528122871454576818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdlvDMLI/AAAAAAAAA0w/pnUFbU-Gqmk/s400/1st+haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdSmkMvI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jPFxjJnnpfw/s1600/cutting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528122866318717682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdSmkMvI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jPFxjJnnpfw/s400/cutting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdTTPhtI/AAAAAAAAA0g/F1aYEcehEFM/s1600/pre+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528122866506106578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdTTPhtI/AAAAAAAAA0g/F1aYEcehEFM/s400/pre+haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-5302523130491073569?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5302523130491073569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-haircut.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5302523130491073569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5302523130491073569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-haircut.html' title='1st haircut!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLfWdkZ-ylI/AAAAAAAAA04/78M8I0xRLD4/s72-c/trimmed+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-727519576582308050</id><published>2010-10-10T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:28:26.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDtB5r-sI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gqHNT2ItzRA/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624502364764866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDtB5r-sI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gqHNT2ItzRA/s400/IMG_2421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDs7c4AVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/OIODdvBNrfU/s1600/IMG_2430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624500633305426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDs7c4AVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/OIODdvBNrfU/s400/IMG_2430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDsQHiJ4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/gZVYDOeiSLs/s1600/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624489001068418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDsQHiJ4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/gZVYDOeiSLs/s400/IMG_2419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDsJPoG4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/aV2IoknO3g0/s1600/IMG_2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624487155964802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDsJPoG4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/aV2IoknO3g0/s400/IMG_2420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDrrT1h3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/-LL_HRyeYLo/s1600/IMG_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624479120557938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDrrT1h3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/-LL_HRyeYLo/s400/IMG_2423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its always an adventure with this kid. Something as easy as putting on pajamas can turn into a photo op. SO cute, thanks for the pjs Grandma Vickie(they even glow in the dark). Graham is so full of life these days, so active, and so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-727519576582308050?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/727519576582308050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/boo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/727519576582308050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/727519576582308050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TLKDtB5r-sI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gqHNT2ItzRA/s72-c/IMG_2421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7814247651225266652</id><published>2010-10-03T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:36:58.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Residents</title><content type='html'>We are officially moved in! Halle frickin lejah! We have been in for almost two weeks, and are loving it. Internet is up, and we are back in action, yeah. The house is awesome, and things have been busy. It feels like we are finally getting a handle on everything. The yard is another story, we'll get to that next year. I love decorating, but am having a hard time finding some stuff that I want. The great room and entry are quite bare, but I've got big ideas:) We have put a few holes in the walls, and are feeling out different spots for different things.&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this house, is that the first night it already felt like home. During this whole process, we have really felt like we were supposed to be here. I can see many happy memories being made in this, our new home.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlEbHKiZZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/MylZGJPtv7A/s1600/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524021650517026194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlEbHKiZZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/MylZGJPtv7A/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlEalNjKjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/r4-q2kSMir8/s1600/IMG_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524021641402853938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlEalNjKjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/r4-q2kSMir8/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1/2 bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlEabVNquI/AAAAAAAAAzg/BJwgy1pelQ4/s1600/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524021638750644962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlEabVNquI/AAAAAAAAAzg/BJwgy1pelQ4/s320/IMG_2386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlAF7v8urI/AAAAAAAAAzY/RFEcddk3DK8/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524016888628951730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlAF7v8urI/AAAAAAAAAzY/RFEcddk3DK8/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got the basement finished and had all of the accents match the upstairs, and it looks great. The blinds are one of my favorite things in the whole house. Its so nice not having to find, buy, and install any window coverings, SO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_T9dYnYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/koK2POJLGLU/s1600/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524016030094499202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_T9dYnYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/koK2POJLGLU/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the back porch. Yes, we know yard work is what we will be doing with ALL of our spare time. We are on 2/3 acre lot. Jared loved this house from the beginning. I couldn't see it when it was just wood walls, but I really am enjoying it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_TgoPFbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/VaLHEhg3jMs/s1600/IMG_2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524016022355383730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_TgoPFbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/VaLHEhg3jMs/s320/IMG_2384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundy Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_Tc6z1jI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fMXRUfOYpwc/s1600/IMG_2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524016021359547954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_Tc6z1jI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fMXRUfOYpwc/s320/IMG_2385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great room. We got this sectional at RC Willey. I had the best nap ever last week on this baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_TAKDotI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FXtPjXnBpKY/s1600/IMG_2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524016013638869714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_TAKDotI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FXtPjXnBpKY/s320/IMG_2362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Master Bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_S0ZzfhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1_6INfbeJN0/s1600/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524016010483695122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk_S0ZzfhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1_6INfbeJN0/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen, thanks Pam and Grandma for putting it all away for me. Why does the kitchen take just as long as the rest of the house to unpack?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-o-OrlrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fv0uFwsUeZs/s1600/IMG_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524015291566888626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-o-OrlrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fv0uFwsUeZs/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-ooPhnWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/DHJ3AM3iLPE/s1600/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524015285664849250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-ooPhnWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/DHJ3AM3iLPE/s320/IMG_2378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grahams Bath..his room pics to come&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-oQS38RI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0uKA7IvQ90I/s1600/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524015279236444434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-oQS38RI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0uKA7IvQ90I/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-oPZM5WI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vp4WOxcaok8/s1600/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524015278994548066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-oPZM5WI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vp4WOxcaok8/s320/IMG_2365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-nuAgGHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/MQGErK1OG4k/s1600/IMG_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524015270032578674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKk-nuAgGHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/MQGErK1OG4k/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Bath (this is the bed I refinished, Chels you would be so proud:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkEyGwJ-hI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3yus86kAF_c/s1600/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523951676799187474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkEyGwJ-hI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3yus86kAF_c/s320/IMG_2366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkEx902-RI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3fANQnPcz-s/s1600/IMG_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523951674402994450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkEx902-RI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3fANQnPcz-s/s320/IMG_2368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spare, you've got a place to stay, come visit please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkExhVZkbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/xITRNrarkfg/s1600/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523951666754851250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkExhVZkbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/xITRNrarkfg/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkExXa_btI/AAAAAAAAAxo/M2WfRz0cw-M/s1600/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523951664093949650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKkExXa_btI/AAAAAAAAAxo/M2WfRz0cw-M/s320/IMG_2372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so glad to get this post done. Does anyone else feel like its so easy to get behind on posting, and hates catching up?? Sometimes I feel like the blog is a "check off the list" thing to get done. So, Check. Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7814247651225266652?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7814247651225266652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/official-residents.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7814247651225266652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7814247651225266652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/official-residents.html' title='Official Residents'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TKlEbHKiZZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/MylZGJPtv7A/s72-c/IMG_2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-5305341086277357090</id><published>2010-09-17T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:57:36.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>Homeless, homeless, like the Christ child was. I am so homeless, homless.....This song keeps playing over and over in my head.(Forgotten Carols..anyone?) Alas, we are not going to be able to move in today. The story is too long to tell, and I'm sick of hearing it, let alone telling it. I'm pretty sure I'm close to loosing it. Monday is the day. Its also Jareds 1st real day out in the workforce. Pefect timing for moving into a new house. Ugh. He has been gone all week in San Diego for training. He arrives today at 4pm, we will then close at 5, but will not be able to get keys until Monday. So it makes perfect sense to be sitting around tomorrow when we could be moving in right? Again, Ugh. I'm so sick of hearing peoples excuses and run arounds. Don't call me unless you can tell me some good news. I really just want to put them on mute until they ask me a question. Now would be a perfect time to pretend I don't know any English except the phrase, "here are your keys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem isn't that we are living with Brett and Connie, the problem is that we aren't living in OUR OWN HOME!!! Ugh. Deep Sigh. Just venting a little. We are very grateful to have a place to stay and for everyones help. On a positive note...I have an adorable, fun, cute, amazing, active, little boy..who is taking a nap:) We are so excited to have Jared back, hallelujah!! Just sorry he doesn't have a house to come home to. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-5305341086277357090?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5305341086277357090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/homeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5305341086277357090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5305341086277357090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2020999654233675617</id><published>2010-09-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:06:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie and Jordans Big Day</title><content type='html'>Wedding of the year..check. Katie and Jordan tied the knot Friday morning. It was a beautiful day! The weather even cooperated(my mother would have not survived if it hadn't). Its was a little chilly during the reception but no rain or wind. Ive always said that Katie seems old for her age, but as we sat in the temple I thought she seemed like a sweet little girl. She looked so beautiful and happy. The last few months have been quite busy for our family. Everyone of my siblings, including me has/or will be moving. In the midst of all of this, there was a wedding to plan. Needless to say, it has been a little stressful. Many hours of weeding, planting, shopping, and working created the perfect, well- worked for event.&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few pictures, and its not my best work. I'm excited to see what the actual photographer got.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxawKMdgOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8xmjRK5zMvc/s1600/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515883427038855394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxawKMdgOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8xmjRK5zMvc/s400/IMG_2261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxavsZOp4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yUe3fJaDDmA/s1600/IMG_2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515883419039344514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxavsZOp4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yUe3fJaDDmA/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.... I'm one lucky lady:) Handsome boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZ0AzgGAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/hMcMZP-aIAI/s1600/IMG_2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515882393726097410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZ0AzgGAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/hMcMZP-aIAI/s400/IMG_2311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZzQtZcQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/In5_KOppeW4/s1600/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515882380815593730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZzQtZcQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/In5_KOppeW4/s400/IMG_2334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZzE1ly_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZQWL_a1Lq3M/s1600/IMG_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515882377628732402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZzE1ly_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZQWL_a1Lq3M/s400/IMG_2332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZyoEWwjI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZW2q5EX5JRM/s1600/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515882369906033202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZyoEWwjI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZW2q5EX5JRM/s400/IMG_2324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZyNWhe2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/I0lpWPOKo1I/s1600/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515882362734476130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxZyNWhe2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/I0lpWPOKo1I/s400/IMG_2323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXy00pjGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3Uz5FQDU7QI/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515880174306561122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXy00pjGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3Uz5FQDU7QI/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXyVbKxoI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nqnazM0sq8w/s1600/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515880165878187650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXyVbKxoI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nqnazM0sq8w/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXxWiVM9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/2PA381VkOFY/s1600/IMG_2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515880148996797394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXxWiVM9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/2PA381VkOFY/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXw_bH1sI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AeFdFHDIRiY/s1600/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515880142792545986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXw_bH1sI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AeFdFHDIRiY/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes were provided by Temptation Cupcake in Logan. They are SO good and SO cute..hello Cupcake Wars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXwQrmXFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/90DgfBMYuFI/s1600/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515880130245188690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxXwQrmXFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/90DgfBMYuFI/s320/IMG_2304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWy6wYBGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/D3Bzm3G6DLI/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515879076387619938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWy6wYBGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/D3Bzm3G6DLI/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWyH7DC1I/AAAAAAAAAvw/1y61AcEhOhI/s1600/IMG_2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515879062742174546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWyH7DC1I/AAAAAAAAAvw/1y61AcEhOhI/s320/IMG_2296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love these two. Jared and Graham looked so handsome all dressed up. Graham in a tux=cutest thing ever! He was such a good boy all day, although he did have a few tired moments:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWxn3_BAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SpaiPfpmvls/s1600/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515879054139393026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWxn3_BAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SpaiPfpmvls/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWw7KS-EI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Grd_tTJYeH0/s1600/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515879042136602690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWw7KS-EI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Grd_tTJYeH0/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWwbFZp5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/fJw6zIivlKw/s1600/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515879033526134674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxWwbFZp5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/fJw6zIivlKw/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxVlS_QnmI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xC7R-6KcQn0/s1600/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515877742862704226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxVlS_QnmI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xC7R-6KcQn0/s400/IMG_2242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;The reception was at my mom and dads. Jared and I also had ours there as well. Throughout the day I couldn't help but be reminded of my wedding day. It was a lot of work to get the yard ready and all set up, but it look absolutely stunning. Leave it to the farm man to pull it off. Of course Diane Mott(Ashleys mom) did the flowers, and she is unbelievably talented. I have never seen flowers better. All in all, I thought it turned out like something that could be featured on the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515877734996894210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxVk1r54gI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jvngcqo9Iuw/s400/IMG_2266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxVkfsVK7I/AAAAAAAAAvA/TlCav3n__pU/s1600/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515877729093102514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxVkfsVK7I/AAAAAAAAAvA/TlCav3n__pU/s400/IMG_2234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it hilarious that I didnt get a good shot of the actual bride and groom..oops! Don't worry I'll post some when they get done. Congrats Kate, it was a great day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2020999654233675617?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2020999654233675617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/katie-and-jordans-big-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2020999654233675617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2020999654233675617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/katie-and-jordans-big-day.html' title='Katie and Jordans Big Day'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TIxawKMdgOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8xmjRK5zMvc/s72-c/IMG_2261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-4341038940174609646</id><published>2010-08-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:56:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><content type='html'>Being back in Utah means lots of family activities, and we love it! Its so nice being able to be so close to everyone. We are still homeless, and are grateful for those who take us in, especially Brett and Connie who have let us move in until our house is finished. We spent last week with them in West Point, and checked on the house everyday. It looks beautiful, and should be move-in ready next week. Truman has a best friend to play with all the time, Pete, which makes not only him happy, but us as well. (This is Jared, don't forget about my dad, I think he and Truman are very good friends too!) Later this week, we headed up to Paradise. Katie had a bridal shower, and it was good ol' Trout and Berry Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqKIazOkTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/HiTL0nFkI24/s1600/IMG_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868971278995762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqKIazOkTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/HiTL0nFkI24/s400/IMG_2209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqKH4GSH5I/AAAAAAAAAug/z9BmeQtJAKI/s1600/IMG_2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868961963679634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqKH4GSH5I/AAAAAAAAAug/z9BmeQtJAKI/s400/IMG_2219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year was especially exciting. Grandma Marge was the Grand Marshall. Check her out on her four-wheeler as she leads the parade. She just makes me smile. She has more spunk and energy than I ever will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJjhcZvcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/0K0o2wRgdc0/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868337407147458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJjhcZvcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/0K0o2wRgdc0/s400/IMG_2212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJjeCWVOI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wt36RFdTC4c/s1600/IMG_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868336492565730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJjeCWVOI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wt36RFdTC4c/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie and I got Katie a "special little number" which she just loved! You can tell by the blushed cheeks that she was very excited:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJi_8oPwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gfi5l0cIWxQ/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868328415510274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJi_8oPwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gfi5l0cIWxQ/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJiehpYYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/OMI6nZTvyPM/s1600/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868319443968386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJiehpYYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/OMI6nZTvyPM/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Michelle made it up all the way from Vernal with her 3 kids by HERSELF! Man, I hate riding with screaming Graham in the car, let alone with 2 more! I learned I need to invest in some great earphones..which apparantly makes the ride much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJh2SbYbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/6SFPwwoHL9w/s1600/IMG_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868308642718130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqJh2SbYbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/6SFPwwoHL9w/s400/IMG_2164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham gave Lish a kiss right on the mouth when he saw her, open mouth in fact. Thanks for taking the slob Lish:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqINfjNrTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-4ESJXCokr8/s1600/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510866859430096178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqINfjNrTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-4ESJXCokr8/s400/IMG_2172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this idea of a "milk and cookies" party while blog surfing and loved it! Ashley made it come to life, and went to a lot of work. I thought it turned out so cute, and everyone loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqIM0Jww1I/AAAAAAAAAto/iYKXCu0QwHY/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510866847780619090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqIM0Jww1I/AAAAAAAAAto/iYKXCu0QwHY/s400/IMG_2168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqIMVbZ1LI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xErXzqBFXR4/s1600/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510866839533114546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqIMVbZ1LI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xErXzqBFXR4/s400/IMG_2161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it to Gateway for a little shopping trip, and dinner with Stace. Graham loved the water fountains, and I loved watching the two boys in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqIL9K0PdI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3Odue1_yzfQ/s1600/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510866833021091282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqIL9K0PdI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3Odue1_yzfQ/s400/IMG_2139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Connie teaching Graham how delicious corn on the cob can be. He loved this, and gobbled on it for quite a while. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqILT2VmVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5_l0WbSiYho/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510866821929343314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqILT2VmVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5_l0WbSiYho/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is, the bride to be, in all her glory. We took her out for a little bachelorette dinner. She is getting married on the 10th! I can't believe it, and am so excited for her. I still think she is forever 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-4341038940174609646?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4341038940174609646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-ties.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4341038940174609646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4341038940174609646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THqKIazOkTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/HiTL0nFkI24/s72-c/IMG_2209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-9049286488426584094</id><published>2010-08-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:20:18.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving and the Stitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjnLSjloI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Sn3comUObuc/s1600/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941500226606722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjnLSjloI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Sn3comUObuc/s400/IMG_2114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graham was my packing buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjm_osRUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/u4e6v2z8PDA/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941497098224962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjm_osRUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/u4e6v2z8PDA/s400/IMG_2093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last shot at the Cheyenne homestead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjmYkYNdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0QQriVvFoCk/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941486611150290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjmYkYNdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0QQriVvFoCk/s400/IMG_2111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Graham hanging out in the garage giving out orders:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjmCcJrgI/AAAAAAAAAso/Q6lpkdy6PLU/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941480671063554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjmCcJrgI/AAAAAAAAAso/Q6lpkdy6PLU/s400/IMG_2105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close you can see that little black thing, which is Grahams 1st stitch(cell phone pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjl3GZ8HI/AAAAAAAAAsg/k1XK0ZdCrP0/s1600/stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941477627064434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjl3GZ8HI/AAAAAAAAAsg/k1XK0ZdCrP0/s400/stitch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looks like little Graham has got a new nick-name, Stitch. As most of you know, he has had quite the little rash on his neck for months now. After trying every cream, ointment, and visiting with doctors, pharmasists, and anyone who had suggestions, we finally had to get a biopsy done to figure out what the heck is going on. Grandma Connie works at a dermatology office, so we had the inside scoop of just what was going to happen. First, the poor kid had to get a shot of lydicane(I hated that when I got my epideral, that never worked by the way) it stings!; then they had to punch out a significant peice of his little neck, AND then............ sew a stitch in it! Graham of course was just fine, it was me who was not. I had geared my self up to be in there with him no matter what. Jared came to my rescue, and also knows whats best and, sent me out of the room, whew! They had to hold him down, which was what he hated so bad. They said he did great, and were quite impressed with him. He wasn't even crying when I came back in. Jared thinks he looks tough now with his stitch and band aid:) As if that wasn't enough for Graham, or me...We then went to his doctor for his 9 mth check up. He had to get a heel prick, and another band aid. Talk about NOT a fun day! He sure was a beast though, seemed like himself the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He weighs 21lbs, is 28.5 inches, and head circ is... I can't remember but I wrote it down somewhere.....all around the 50-60%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, we moved and are staying at Brett and Connies until the house gets finished. Still feels like we are just visiting and not really moved here. We packed up in such a hurry that I feel like I'm still going back there. We sure loved Cheyenne. Its hard to leave great friends, a great house, and Grahams first home. We are very excited for this next chapter though. We LOVE the new house, and can't wait to move in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-9049286488426584094?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9049286488426584094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving-and-stitch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/9049286488426584094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/9049286488426584094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving-and-stitch.html' title='Moving and the Stitch'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/THAjnLSjloI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Sn3comUObuc/s72-c/IMG_2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3431435874945218972</id><published>2010-08-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:03:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Summertime Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF96AhGcPcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ga6gq_AgU4Q/s1600/IMG_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503251418974010818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF96AhGcPcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ga6gq_AgU4Q/s400/IMG_2044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HiiiYah!!! Graham looks like he is gonna chop someone in this pic. His cousin Olivia will have to teach him some kirate when he gets older. Our summer has been a good one so far, an unusual one, but a good one. We have spent it packing, traveling to and from Utah, and hanging out with our friends. With so much coming up in our lives, Jared said it best...&lt;br /&gt;"we kind of have been wishing the summer away".&lt;br /&gt;With still a lot of summer left, hopefully we can find some time to fit a few more things in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF95_SI-EZI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HXH4KHXdyPY/s1600/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503251397778215314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF95_SI-EZI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HXH4KHXdyPY/s400/IMG_2060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF95_IPo15I/AAAAAAAAAsA/NkqlECdeBNA/s1600/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503251395121829778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF95_IPo15I/AAAAAAAAAsA/NkqlECdeBNA/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF95-kTOy9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/O8WBxTXpXRA/s1600/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503251385473223634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF95-kTOy9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/O8WBxTXpXRA/s400/IMG_2028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did make it to the famous Cheyenne Frontier Days Parade this year. Jared was even a good sport about it. We went with the Eyres, which helped( Jared had a fellow dad to hang out with). Graham was a hit at the parade. All of the people kept waving and smiling at him. I know they do that to everyone at a parade, BUT they were especially sweet to Graham. He loved the horses and everything except the loud sirens. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjX6dgLiqI/AAAAAAAAArw/EemXLEKJNtw/s1600/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501384344185047714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjX6dgLiqI/AAAAAAAAArw/EemXLEKJNtw/s400/IMG_2016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjX6M7pcgI/AAAAAAAAAro/yLZyd2mVJqE/s1600/IMG_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501384339736850946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjX6M7pcgI/AAAAAAAAAro/yLZyd2mVJqE/s400/IMG_2017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjX5qG7r4I/AAAAAAAAArg/bKYXm6nGLVo/s1600/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501384330388942722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjX5qG7r4I/AAAAAAAAArg/bKYXm6nGLVo/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One thing that we will not miss about living here, not having AC...&lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt; central air..see you real soon!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truman update: getting fatter and fatter. He can sit, shake, and enjoys his walks now(short ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3431435874945218972?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3431435874945218972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-summertime-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3431435874945218972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3431435874945218972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-summertime-stuff.html' title='Some Summertime Stuff'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TF96AhGcPcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ga6gq_AgU4Q/s72-c/IMG_2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2325777172722828923</id><published>2010-08-03T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:54:42.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjWTFqKFpI/AAAAAAAAArY/wQEIZLMzbyI/s1600/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjPTRSNV0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/mlsLZtDHV1U/s1600/sold+sign.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374874797299522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjPTRSNV0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/mlsLZtDHV1U/s400/sold+sign.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are moving to Kaysville, Utah! In less than two months we will have sold a house, bought a house, acquired a new job, and moved. Its been quite a busy time to say the least. We feel so blessed, and have definetly seen the Lords hand in all of this. Jared got laid off June 15. It came to us as quite a surprise, and to say it was stressful would be an understatement. Jared had been looking for jobs just in case, and went into extreme job search mode after the news came. We put our house on the market, and literally 5 DAYS later we had an offer...at listing price!!!!! To make a long story short, Jared found a new job thanks to his hard work, dedication, and great brother. He not only will be making more money, but he will have a specialty rep title(which is a very big deal), and its in Utah! We will be within an hour of basically all of our family. He has to travel significantly less, and there will be fewer over nights. It seems as though we grow closer during hard times. I can't explain how it works, all I know is that I have the most wonderful, determined, patient, loving husband in the world. It is so comforting knowing that we can get through anything together..good and bad. Faith in the Lord includes having faith in his timing( Neal A. Maxwell). Throughout the whole process we tried to stay positive and have faith that everything would work out. It sure has felt like we are being taken care of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjPTFRDR3I/AAAAAAAAArI/hephsfc64Yg/s1600/outside+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374871571220338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjPTFRDR3I/AAAAAAAAArI/hephsfc64Yg/s400/outside+house.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, our new place. It is in West Kaysville in a new little neighborhood. Its awesome! While we were looking, we just kept coming back to this area because it felt so safe, clean, new, and nice. There are new schools, and cows and horses close by:) Graham needs to keep his farm senses sharp for when he visits Papas place. We got a great deal, and are so excited to make this place our home. We are hoping to be settled for many years here. Jared loved this place from the beginning. Its on just over a half acre lot..thats his favorite part. I'm sure glad he is the one who mows the lawn:) The three car garage, and fire places might be my favorite. Our move in date is September 1st, and we can't wait! More details on the house to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2325777172722828923?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2325777172722828923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2325777172722828923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2325777172722828923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official.html' title='its official...'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TFjPTRSNV0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/mlsLZtDHV1U/s72-c/sold+sign.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8432744668933349513</id><published>2010-07-20T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:33:00.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on LeBron....Wade, and Bosh!!!!</title><content type='html'>These are some of the cutest pictures ever. Jared and Graham had a photo shoot the other day, and it turned out great!!!  Of couse there had to be a basketball involved, and Graham loves playing with it. I have been wanting to get his  pictures taken for over a month now. My wonderful, talented cousin that is his usual photographer lives in Utah, and we haven't been able to visit recently.&lt;br /&gt; Jared is turning out to be quite good at this stuff. He even made some of the sweetest videos Ive ever seen of Graham. They are on YouTube if you're interested(Graham Moultrie, Graham and the Moultries). Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlSohtQaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xIflybOmFFA/s1600/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496191766043115938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlSohtQaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xIflybOmFFA/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlSKVmbpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/9eCHmuk0zu8/s1600/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496191757939273362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlSKVmbpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/9eCHmuk0zu8/s320/IMG_1941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlR8PrbzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CzQ7JWG7E6s/s1600/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496191754156338994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlR8PrbzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CzQ7JWG7E6s/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlRB3LRZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/42tKRdwYR2Y/s1600/IMG_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496191738484311442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlRB3LRZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/42tKRdwYR2Y/s320/IMG_1923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZj03wlIkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RkIGsrCnmyw/s1600/IMG_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496190155224326722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZj03wlIkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RkIGsrCnmyw/s320/IMG_1915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZj0ZRPV7I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tU47BSVDXjY/s1600/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496190147039811506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZj0ZRPV7I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tU47BSVDXjY/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZj0A0PuOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/UA5CO4Aytaw/s1600/IMG_1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496190140475750626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZj0A0PuOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/UA5CO4Aytaw/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZjzi34y5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dPE_iT-rmvg/s1600/IMG_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496190132437961618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZjzi34y5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dPE_iT-rmvg/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZjzNk9dXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/aS14Wr4z29Y/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496190126721430898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZjzNk9dXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/aS14Wr4z29Y/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8432744668933349513?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8432744668933349513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-it-on-lebronwade-and-bosh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8432744668933349513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8432744668933349513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-it-on-lebronwade-and-bosh.html' title='Bring it on LeBron....Wade, and Bosh!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TEZlSohtQaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xIflybOmFFA/s72-c/IMG_1952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3586211332663285647</id><published>2010-07-18T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:35:46.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog layouts drive me CRAZY!</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to fix the layout of this blog FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;It never does what I want/tell it to do.&lt;br /&gt;I usually just give in and put up with whatever it decides it wants to do..so thats what this is..&lt;br /&gt;ANY advice on how to set this dumb thing up better/easier would be GREATLY appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;DUmb BLoG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3586211332663285647?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3586211332663285647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-layouts-drive-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3586211332663285647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3586211332663285647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-layouts-drive-me-crazy.html' title='blog layouts drive me CRAZY!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-6996283473507087163</id><published>2010-07-13T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:45:08.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vedauwoo</title><content type='html'>We finally made it to Veduauwoo(pronouced Ve-da-voo). It is this gorgeous, unique area in between Cheyenne and Laramie. We have been eyeing this place, and hearing about it since we moved here. Its kinda like Zions, except the rocks are quite different, and there arent any red ones around. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wrSm9eoI/AAAAAAAAApg/SVSWC0jG08M/s1600/vedavoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600640749632130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wrSm9eoI/AAAAAAAAApg/SVSWC0jG08M/s400/vedavoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wc96cwzI/AAAAAAAAApY/PXteYV8K1OE/s1600/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600394676060978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wc96cwzI/AAAAAAAAApY/PXteYV8K1OE/s400/rocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is significantly smaller as well. We took the whole fam damily, Truman even ventured out with us. We had to stop periodically for him to cool down and drink. The rocks are so neat, they look like they have this thin layer of dry moss growin on them. Of couse I forgot the camera, thank goodness for cell phones:) Jared was kind of the rocks, he got pretty far up really fast. Graham loved it all. Its the best watching him study everything.&lt;br /&gt;All of the other hikers, kept telling us how cute Graham and Truman were. It wasn't the most rigorous hike, but it was sure nice to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wcTbhiVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zYQYNQTpJdo/s1600/rock+cllimber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600383272061266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wcTbhiVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zYQYNQTpJdo/s400/rock+cllimber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wbRL_JiI/AAAAAAAAApI/CnqFKOnCI1c/s1600/mom+hiker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600365490152994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wbRL_JiI/AAAAAAAAApI/CnqFKOnCI1c/s400/mom+hiker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wayJW88I/AAAAAAAAApA/_jhl2K1sUso/s1600/king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600357157630914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wayJW88I/AAAAAAAAApA/_jhl2K1sUso/s400/king.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close, you can see Jared with his arms up. This kid sure loves his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wauQgZsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/k7GB77HSr78/s1600/monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600356113868482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wauQgZsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/k7GB77HSr78/s400/monkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-6996283473507087163?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6996283473507087163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/vedauwoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6996283473507087163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6996283473507087163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/vedauwoo.html' title='Vedauwoo'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TD0wrSm9eoI/AAAAAAAAApg/SVSWC0jG08M/s72-c/vedavoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-5976013719052466526</id><published>2010-07-04T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:05:04.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months old &amp; Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Stuff you are up to this month.....&lt;br /&gt;..........starting to crawl, or trying ( you roll over a lot)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....you eat a lot, pretty much everything except tart stuff&lt;br /&gt;you say la la, bla bla, da da with your tongue out..so cute, dad says you do this in the shower a lot&lt;br /&gt;..........you are pretty much in your onesie all the time, its been hot.&lt;br /&gt;wear size 9-12 months..size 3 diapers........&lt;br /&gt;you love jumping, you can sit up all on your own, rolling everywhere.........&lt;br /&gt;............you can pull yourself up while holding our fingers..........&lt;br /&gt;..you giggle at Truman...&lt;br /&gt;....you are a very happy boy in the mornings, or after a good nap....&lt;br /&gt;...............you get a little crazy when you are tired..don't cry but just get a little silly.....&lt;br /&gt;..you think its hiarious when I sneak up to get you......&lt;br /&gt;...........You SMILE at everyone you see....&lt;br /&gt;.........................you have a big two teeth wide smile.................&lt;br /&gt;..........You Love your Papi and Papa.....\&lt;br /&gt;...You like when dad tosses you in bed on the pillows, and still love the tub......&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfYIZfLfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/2ItKuougjwU/s1600/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133551428873714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfYIZfLfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/2ItKuougjwU/s400/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfXtrIIfI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rLfewra1sZY/s1600/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133544255103474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfXtrIIfI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rLfewra1sZY/s400/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfXU-ymkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JUor27pmfBM/s1600/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133537626692162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfXU-ymkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JUor27pmfBM/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfWeLVIiI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6kzxqiFVJSs/s1600/IMG_1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133522915336738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfWeLVIiI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6kzxqiFVJSs/s400/IMG_1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 8th month birthday buddy, and Happy Birthday America! We headed off on a last minute trip to Utah for the 4th. Graham was lucky enough to see two sets of fireworks, Logan and Clearfield. He was quite intrigued with them. We had a great time watching him, watch them. Its alwasys so fun to be around family. Graham got to see lots of cousins, aunts, uncles, and of course Grandmas and Grandpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDdBqZu4rI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yd4NG0-Izq8/s1600/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130966396461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDdBqZu4rI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yd4NG0-Izq8/s400/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDdAwu52tI/AAAAAAAAAnw/d_OZ71aiz8A/s1600/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130950916004562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDdAwu52tI/AAAAAAAAAnw/d_OZ71aiz8A/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDc_6_BmrI/AAAAAAAAAno/QfQm_TJcEE0/s1600/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130936488106674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDc_6_BmrI/AAAAAAAAAno/QfQm_TJcEE0/s400/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDc_WjpttI/AAAAAAAAAng/kvgvTbuuBPc/s1600/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130926709618386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDc_WjpttI/AAAAAAAAAng/kvgvTbuuBPc/s400/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDc-2Y340I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Pj8urRVxmv8/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490130918074475330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDc-2Y340I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Pj8urRVxmv8/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to uncle Kace too! Even though he is really old (30 yrs) and really far away we all sure love you. We miss you and your cute little family. It is no mistake that there are fireworks on your birthday every year! We hope that we will see you all soon...Graham can't wait to give you a big birthday slob kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDER6XEq1XI/AAAAAAAAAog/0qeMZQl_bJs/s1600/IMG_1511%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490189115065030002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDER6XEq1XI/AAAAAAAAAog/0qeMZQl_bJs/s400/IMG_1511%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDEThPFYoxI/AAAAAAAAAow/Op3atK2YCXs/s1600/IMG_1524%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490190882447074066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDEThPFYoxI/AAAAAAAAAow/Op3atK2YCXs/s400/IMG_1524%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-5976013719052466526?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5976013719052466526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-month-old-fireworks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5976013719052466526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5976013719052466526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-month-old-fireworks.html' title='8 months old &amp; Fireworks'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TDDfYIZfLfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/2ItKuougjwU/s72-c/IMG_1892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1995194743025222896</id><published>2010-06-20T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:59:44.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7cOSxBWoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ECa80wLiqRc/s1600/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485063534297569922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7cOSxBWoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ECa80wLiqRc/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive gained a new appreciation for what a great father I have from watching Jared become one. This fathers day is special because its Jareds first, and my dads first grandfathers day(for Graham at least:). Im very blessed to have such a great dad. I love and admire him so much. He has such a talent at always knowing the right thing to say. I sincerly enjoy our morning chats, and wish we lived next door,(although he might try to feed Graham some not-so healthy treats). I'm so grateful for his wonderful example of strength and understanding. I love his ability to be serious and jovial at the same time. He is a very intellegent person, and lives his testimony. Ive never heard of anyone who didn't have a kind word to say about him. I love his sense of humor and lightheartedness. He is simply the best. Thanks, Dad, for everything! I hope I can continue to learn from you, and watch Graham do the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7Tgpcl4II/AAAAAAAAAnI/zVZ9TjpUGcI/s1600/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485053954018893954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7Tgpcl4II/AAAAAAAAAnI/zVZ9TjpUGcI/s400/IMG_0240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7TflmotzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/eNkS3MUismM/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485053935807412018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7TflmotzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/eNkS3MUismM/s400/IMG_1177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7Te-5F3GI/AAAAAAAAAm4/M5MD7Nb8sSI/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;I also have been very blessed to have a great father in law. I fell in love with Brett the first time I met him. The day I walked into the Moultrie house for a blind date, Brett made me feel right at home. His kind, gentle manner is a joy to be around. Graham loves his Papi, and I am grateful for his stalwart example. He is always there for his kids, and has made me feel like one of them:) Thanks Papi, we love you!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485053925415836770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7Te-5F3GI/AAAAAAAAAm4/M5MD7Nb8sSI/s400/IMG_1775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VK2zNLbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gnZ6YpNAZUI/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985409925361074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VK2zNLbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gnZ6YpNAZUI/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VKNyRcHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vtXKju2ye4M/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985398915592306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VKNyRcHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vtXKju2ye4M/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, I love this picture. As lucky as I feel to have my dad as my father...I feel that same feeling for Graham having Jared as his father. Jared from day one, has been amazing. I truely believe he is a natural. He has always been good with kids. It was one of the reasons why I liked him so much when we started dating. He is very sweet with his nieces, and isn't afraid of doing the tough stuff. I swear Jared changed every diaper for the first 2 weeks of Grahams life. He not only took care of me, but made sure Graham was taken care of as well. I love how Graham looks at his dad. He is in love with him! Anything and everything he does is wonderful to Graham. Jared is the perfect combination of strong and gentle. He is always so concerned and involved with Graham, and I love that. His continual strive for improvement and dedication to the Lord are attributes I hope Graham will emulate. He wants only the best, and gives only the best to his little boy. I cannot think of a better example, or father for my little boy. I love you so much sweety. Thank you for taking such good care of us, and for being such a wonderful father. Happy Fathers Day! We love you more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VJq9rv_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/s8_QDc-EaYs/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985389568212978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VJq9rv_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/s8_QDc-EaYs/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VIxueBRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/irzDSVji1BE/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985374203577618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB6VIxueBRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/irzDSVji1BE/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1995194743025222896?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1995194743025222896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1995194743025222896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1995194743025222896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB7cOSxBWoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ECa80wLiqRc/s72-c/IMG_1375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2441192509852108766</id><published>2010-06-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:12:45.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB0kVjAddzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/P2V-oA3usnE/s1600/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484579873800156978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB0kVjAddzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/P2V-oA3usnE/s400/IMG_1793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This kid is literally growing up before our ey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBw9cRKAixI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0HT6ID6DPu4/s1600/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es! Just a few pics of his "big boyness" lately. He is an eater thats for sure! His favorites are sweet potatoes and banannas. He will eat anything pretty good, except for peas and peaches. This picture is hilarious..he is getting his own little personality to say the least.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484326002081434386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBw9cRKAixI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0HT6ID6DPu4/s400/IMG_1768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBw9bs01dRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/W8l6O8QcBfo/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBw9ZBnDTcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/B63LA_673qQ/s1600/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484325946368675266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBw9ZBnDTcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/B63LA_673qQ/s400/IMG_1774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry we didnt' get another dog, just did a little puppy watching for our friends for a few days. Trumans sister, Penny, joined us for a little family reunion. Its been such great weather here lately. It actually feels like summer. Graham's new thing is his "fake cough". He will do this anytime the status quo of what is going on isn't what he wants. He does it when Tuman or anyone gets in his face too much, when he wants some attention, or just for fun. Its hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also can be quite the little grunter..not necessarily only when he needs to poop either. He is changing everyday and we are soaking up every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2441192509852108766?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2441192509852108766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2441192509852108766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2441192509852108766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-boy.html' title='Little Boy'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TB0kVjAddzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/P2V-oA3usnE/s72-c/IMG_1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1839146553687837439</id><published>2010-06-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:21:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inroducing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBWRPuosnlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/8948Ihc0Zjw/s1600/big+buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482447820796239442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBWRPuosnlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/8948Ihc0Zjw/s400/big+buddies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBWQ6tcxzRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-qUNOc-Yvwc/s1600/3+amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482447459700559122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBWQ6tcxzRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-qUNOc-Yvwc/s400/3+amigos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Harry S. Truman Moultrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Truman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBWPVWfRVRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/taXI0s7PCv4/s1600/stroller+pals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482445718370211090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBWPVWfRVRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/taXI0s7PCv4/s400/stroller+pals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1839146553687837439?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1839146553687837439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/inroducing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1839146553687837439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1839146553687837439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/inroducing.html' title='Inroducing.....'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBWRPuosnlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/8948Ihc0Zjw/s72-c/big+buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-991518697464551685</id><published>2010-06-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:13:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Elder Camron</title><content type='html'>Well, the time has finally arrived..Camron is now officially a Missionary. He entered the MTC today at one oclock. These pictures were taken last weekend when we went home to say our goodbyes and at his farewell get together. We are so proud of Camron, and will miss him so much! He is so sweet with his nieces and Graham. He will be serving in the Orlando, Florida mission. It is never an easy decision to serve a mission, and I'm so glad Cam decided to go. He will be a great missionary! He will not only influence the lives of many, but his will be changed as well. Camron has a magnetic personality, he pulls you in with his charisma and dimples:) Thanks for your great example Camron, we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBBVdNWvX2I/AAAAAAAAAko/xhC-9EfH_1A/s1600/IMG_1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480974706799501154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBBVdNWvX2I/AAAAAAAAAko/xhC-9EfH_1A/s400/IMG_1718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBBVcWYChiI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BqexvOW43xg/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480974692041000482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBBVcWYChiI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BqexvOW43xg/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LOPNSIII/AAAAAAAAAkY/evhbBG-jsqc/s1600/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480611610761502850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LOPNSIII/AAAAAAAAAkY/evhbBG-jsqc/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LNZbpClI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BePKSNi_dQw/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480611596326210130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LNZbpClI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BePKSNi_dQw/s400/IMG_1652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LMoqzBwI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mYECTRZl1iM/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480611583236441858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LMoqzBwI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mYECTRZl1iM/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Graham putting on the moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LMHwlzlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bPYjXTLNkG0/s1600/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480611574402371154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LMHwlzlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bPYjXTLNkG0/s400/IMG_1655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Four Generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LLBlRPqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sPAR_3VPt8Y/s1600/IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480611555564404386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8LLBlRPqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sPAR_3VPt8Y/s400/IMG_1657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-991518697464551685?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/991518697464551685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/uncle-elder-camron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/991518697464551685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/991518697464551685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/uncle-elder-camron.html' title='Uncle Elder Camron'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TBBVdNWvX2I/AAAAAAAAAko/xhC-9EfH_1A/s72-c/IMG_1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-311078575345811543</id><published>2010-06-08T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:20:46.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Poke For Sure</title><content type='html'>This Wyoming kid got a little action on the farm this past weekend at Papa's house. He took his first horse ride, 4-wheeler ride, and was exposed to more germs than he has been in his life! I keep telling myself all of these germs are good for his immune system. I had a great one, until I left the good old USA...and I was exposed to many farm germs:) We attempted to ride the horses a few different times, but always got rained out. Finally all 3 of us sadled up(just for a few picts for Graham). Jared and I went over on the West for a longer ride. It was great, except the part where I lost my phone. Who knew I married a cowboy..ha ha jk sweet.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EG9yjocI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1aqcCPtY45g/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480603789245522370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EG9yjocI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1aqcCPtY45g/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EGMOgUGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ckXTjlBcP58/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480603775940972642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EGMOgUGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ckXTjlBcP58/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EFjvbmWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/B4IF52iZ6dY/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480603765073221986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EFjvbmWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/B4IF52iZ6dY/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EEzfySZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/EEaNfWrDwDo/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480603752122698130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EEzfySZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/EEaNfWrDwDo/s400/IMG_1700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EEIyuNXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qko1VClLqrs/s1600/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480603740659398002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EEIyuNXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qko1VClLqrs/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the combo of the jeans and Jordan gears sums up his style:) Looking forward to many more adventures on the farm..Ye haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-311078575345811543?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/311078575345811543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/cow-poke-for-sure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/311078575345811543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/311078575345811543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/cow-poke-for-sure.html' title='Cow Poke For Sure'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/TA8EG9yjocI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1aqcCPtY45g/s72-c/IMG_1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-7168924068003949668</id><published>2010-06-07T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:28:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog blas</title><content type='html'>Man oh man I have so much to catch up on. Everytime we go away,(about two weeks this time) I always have a hard time getting back into blog posting. I feel overwhelmed with the amount of pictures, and things I have to share..so then I just put it off even longer, stupid I know. So, Im attempting a mini post, just so I can say I've posted. I'll upload my photos later, and probably watch the bachelorette then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;See ya....sometime:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-7168924068003949668?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7168924068003949668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-blas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7168924068003949668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/7168924068003949668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-blas.html' title='blog blas'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-4179732479033972577</id><published>2010-05-23T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:56:31.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy picts continued....backwards in order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqoJcYxJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/_WfS8dKsRLs/s1600/dog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474664797496198290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqoJcYxJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/_WfS8dKsRLs/s400/dog8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqadVA1sI/AAAAAAAAAjA/n_-LSTlS64I/s1600/dog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474664562315810498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqadVA1sI/AAAAAAAAAjA/n_-LSTlS64I/s400/dog4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqZ1Kb_5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/VKflOE5_cY4/s1600/dog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474664551534034834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqZ1Kb_5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/VKflOE5_cY4/s400/dog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqZi03PSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kVciiq1iC74/s1600/dog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474664546611707170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqZi03PSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kVciiq1iC74/s400/dog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqZWaPhQI/AAAAAAAAAio/T6b0tEL4fbY/s1600/dog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474664543278826754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqZWaPhQI/AAAAAAAAAio/T6b0tEL4fbY/s400/dog7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-4179732479033972577?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4179732479033972577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppy-picts-continuedbackwards-in-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4179732479033972577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/4179732479033972577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppy-picts-continuedbackwards-in-order.html' title='puppy picts continued....backwards in order'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_nqoJcYxJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/_WfS8dKsRLs/s72-c/dog8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-405898730735303215</id><published>2010-05-23T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:34:23.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrqLRWLpI/AAAAAAAAAig/eJp1fP1D2ZU/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474595563113950866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrqLRWLpI/AAAAAAAAAig/eJp1fP1D2ZU/s400/IMG_1608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrpvJQ2vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/s3rDNT_saXo/s1600/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474595555563854578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrpvJQ2vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/s3rDNT_saXo/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrpIqWjQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/DDdm5Jn2bZ0/s1600/IMG_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474595545233657090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrpIqWjQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/DDdm5Jn2bZ0/s400/IMG_1604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrojLLIAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/SIojpPiNcZ8/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474595535170772994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrojLLIAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/SIojpPiNcZ8/s400/IMG_1603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jared is in love with bulldogs. We have been talking about getting one for as long as I can remember. We even have a doghouse, leash, and collar. We really don't want a high-maintenance dog, or one that lives in the house. Guess thats why we haven't gotten one yet. We have a family in our ward that raises bulldogs, and we couldn't resist. They are top of the line, and a good deal..well as good as a deal as these ridiculously expensive dogs can be. Anyway, we decided to have a playdate with one the other day to ensure that Graham wasn't allergic and just to give it a test run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jared walked in the door with him, and we all 3 were instantly in love. We are still debating..don't know if we can commit, or spend that much money on a dog. But.... for these few hours we were proud bulldog owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-405898730735303215?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/405898730735303215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppy-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/405898730735303215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/405898730735303215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_mrqLRWLpI/AAAAAAAAAig/eJp1fP1D2ZU/s72-c/IMG_1608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-9075980356585620962</id><published>2010-05-16T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:26:21.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months..and two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_DEmjTU0XI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zsObm9mwNh0/s1600/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472089713845522802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_DEmjTU0XI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zsObm9mwNh0/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_DEmAkLoQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/h7BfW82PRko/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472089704520982786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_DEmAkLoQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/h7BfW82PRko/s400/IMG_1596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im a little behind with the 6 month Graham post. We were in Utah on the acutall day he turned 6 months old, and one day later we were in California. I told Jared we needed to celebrate his 6 month birthday, and he said, "you want to celebrate everything of his". I agreed. He needed some new toys, cake, balloons, clothes, etc...But instead we just kissed and hugged him a lot and told him happy 6 months buddy all day:) &lt;div&gt;Everything checked out great at his appointment, and they all were impressed with his size and happiness. He is turning into quite the little ham in front of strangers. He will smile and carry on, especially with the ladies. His chubby little cheeks make people think he is bigger than he actually is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight 17 lbs(we thought he would be 19 or 20 I swear). Average percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height 27 inches...upper percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head cir..17 inches..average percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doc said he was a healthy boy. Just what we wanted to hear. His little hemangioma is fine, hasn't grown any. He seems to think is will go away on its own. No shots for this kid yet. So it was a happy appointment for all 3 of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things you do that make us smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smile:) your whole face lights up when you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laugh when we "eat your belly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you love taking baths with dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grab you little toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rolling..belly to back you are a pro, still waiting on the back to belly(very close)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hate cereal, and are not a fan of baby food. You are getting a little better at banannas and oatmeal cereal. Its a texture thing with you..or so we think. We will just keep trying. You make the funniest faces when you eat..yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tend to have quite stinky toots buddy..its true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You scrunch up your little body when we hold you sometimes, we call it "buckin bull"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have started arching your back when you are upset(don't like this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favorite toy..Chewing your giraffe, and the quacky duck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything you do, is just wonderful. I can't believe how quickly you change, and how much I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-9075980356585620962?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9075980356585620962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-monthsand-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/9075980356585620962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/9075980356585620962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-monthsand-two-weeks.html' title='6 months..and two weeks'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S_DEmjTU0XI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zsObm9mwNh0/s72-c/IMG_1597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-3223431486616230188</id><published>2010-05-11T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:46:39.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoppin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6013f63c99ebff11" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6013f63c99ebff11%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331321556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A62C5EFD52D200D56ADECE52278EFB7620FE6F0.167D12F546EFE2360CE6A3753429D6055BA93B1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6013f63c99ebff11%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dme6Qs9FWikGbsB5zVVN_qjXWC-0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6013f63c99ebff11%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331321556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A62C5EFD52D200D56ADECE52278EFB7620FE6F0.167D12F546EFE2360CE6A3753429D6055BA93B1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6013f63c99ebff11%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dme6Qs9FWikGbsB5zVVN_qjXWC-0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had to get this up quick to show everyone, including Jared who is on the road. Graham is gettin pretty good at this hopping stuff..he loves it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-3223431486616230188?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3223431486616230188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoppin.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3223431486616230188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/3223431486616230188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoppin.html' title='hoppin!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-8923083853607722053</id><published>2010-05-09T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:22:00.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California..trip #2</title><content type='html'>We spent a few days last week in California visiting Kc, Jess, and the girls. Camron is leaving for his mission soon, and we thought it would be great to have one last trip before he left. We had such a great time!!! The weather was perfect, Graham was soooo much better this time, and we felt like time went by way too fast. Looks like i only used my camera during pool day, but oh well we got some great shots. The girls and Graham got along so well together..its so fun watching them interact with eachother. Gabi still yells, "baby Graham, baby Graham!!!" and wants to eat him up. Olivia is very sweet with him, and he kept on smiling at her. Again, he was a pro-traveler..we had layovers each way and he was such a good little flyer. Hope that lasts for awhile:) The brothers love being together, and I feel so blessed to have a sister(in law) that I love spending time with just as much. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jVVc8CYCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dES54l5pjdw/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469856311963443234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jVVc8CYCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dES54l5pjdw/s400/IMG_1497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jVU3qcRjI/AAAAAAAAAho/3rwVB_5MDIY/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469856301957531186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jVU3qcRjI/AAAAAAAAAho/3rwVB_5MDIY/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jURdw0IaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jjBucBRkq4g/s1600/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469855143953703330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jURdw0IaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jjBucBRkq4g/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for letting us come and visit and for taking such great care of us. We love spending time with you, and miss you very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jUQxSEfNI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/x-NKyX9s5rY/s1600/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469855132013591762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jUQxSEfNI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/x-NKyX9s5rY/s400/IMG_1544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jUQQxDxzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/D6nYzJrWva8/s1600/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469855123285198642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jUQQxDxzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/D6nYzJrWva8/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle KC took Graham in for his first dip, it was a little chilly at first but he warmed up soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469855115498880066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jUPzwp_EI/AAAAAAAAAhA/DITO5bjlIPo/s400/IMG_1513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG7nY9XuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JM4EsL_JfmA/s1600/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469488631208828642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG7nY9XuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JM4EsL_JfmA/s400/IMG_1508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG61D5fgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EsDOm_sjo9A/s1600/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469488617698721282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG61D5fgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EsDOm_sjo9A/s400/IMG_1506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG6Z9-XlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/l_6YHLIVBzc/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469488610426117714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG6Z9-XlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/l_6YHLIVBzc/s400/IMG_1502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG58oXGYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n91am9EJM7s/s1600/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469488602550835586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG58oXGYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n91am9EJM7s/s400/IMG_1494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG5SFtXQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/chwIPjc2EwA/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469488591131204866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eG5SFtXQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/chwIPjc2EwA/s400/IMG_1493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture! We got the girls matching dresses, and this was right after we arrived.  We spent the weekend playing ball, beasting at Cardio barre, grilling, visiting, watching some ball, playing at the pool, eating good food, watching livs kirate, making memories, and just enjoying being together. Thanks for letting us come along on your weekend Cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-8923083853607722053?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8923083853607722053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/californiatrip-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8923083853607722053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/8923083853607722053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/californiatrip-2.html' title='California..trip #2'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-jVVc8CYCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dES54l5pjdw/s72-c/IMG_1497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-5474111797117539947</id><published>2010-05-09T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:55:02.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>thanks for taking care of me and teaching me how to take care of him...love you mom&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eC864XXWI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2o69XQ0irGE/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469484255574187362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eC864XXWI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2o69XQ0irGE/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eC8WmqyPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HZTe6jRqMNU/s1600/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469484245836286194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eC8WmqyPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HZTe6jRqMNU/s400/IMG_1230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-5474111797117539947?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5474111797117539947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5474111797117539947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/5474111797117539947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S-eC864XXWI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2o69XQ0irGE/s72-c/IMG_0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1990761699195494531</id><published>2010-04-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:44:13.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tooth!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9uU8vOaX2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/JWajeFC1MLI/s1600/cup+bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466126343934205794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9uU8vOaX2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/JWajeFC1MLI/s400/cup+bite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight during daddio bath time..Jared discovered Grahams first tooth!! I, of course didnt believe him at first because Graham has my fingers in his mouth the majority of the day, and I hadn't felt anything yet. Sure enough there was the cutest little white tooth poking through his bottom gums. We have been waiting for a tooth to pop for a little bit now because he has been SO slobbery and seems like his gums bother him once and a while. He has been really sleepy the last couple of days, but not too fussy..so I wasn't expecting this gum-breaking event to take place. Motherhood is so funny/weird...I swear I was on an emotional roller-coaster within ten seconds. I was so happy, sad, excited, worried, proud all at the same time. Im a lunatic I know..leave me alone, I'm a new Mother and am obsessed with my kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be 6 months old next week, and is growing up too fast! Love you buddio. Please dont bite me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1990761699195494531?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1990761699195494531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-tooth.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1990761699195494531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1990761699195494531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-tooth.html' title='First Tooth!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9uU8vOaX2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/JWajeFC1MLI/s72-c/cup+bite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-6325209838665864093</id><published>2010-04-26T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:42:12.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Pics</title><content type='html'>Jared cleared out his phone last week, and so we have all of these wonderful old and new photos. Its so fun to look back and see how much Graham has changed..and me too! Holy moly the farther away from pregnancy the better I look:) Pregnancy was not nice to me, or my body. Its funny remembering different times of Grahams life, and what I was thinking/feeling at that point. It'll fun to have these pictures as memories forever. I've started my blog book, and it is quite the task. It'll all be worth it when I have a phenominal scrapbook to show at the end of the year full of all our memories and pictures. So heres just a few picts from past and present. I think I'll keep sticking a few in here and there cause we have quite a lot. Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYW-q_mdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/hzCZu-GfxfM/s1600/IMG00140-20100109-1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464652349664369106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYW-q_mdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/hzCZu-GfxfM/s400/IMG00140-20100109-1431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We looked and looked around for the smallest little Wyoming onesie we could find. We finally got one at the hospital gift shop one day after an appointment. He is sure a cute cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYWclCckI/AAAAAAAAAfw/AIiu924Zho8/s1600/IMG00105-20100102-1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464652340512584258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYWclCckI/AAAAAAAAAfw/AIiu924Zho8/s400/IMG00105-20100102-1112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYV-ChoMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RtjfflbBtVs/s1600/IMG00083-20091231-1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464652332314763458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYV-ChoMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RtjfflbBtVs/s400/IMG00083-20091231-1147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared caught the pefect shot I think during the photo shoot. This was so fun, and I can't believe Graham actually has a bink in his mouth..he has never liked those things..or so I thought:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYVfq3c_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/7gPva6qTWYk/s1600/IMG00081-20091231-1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464652324162466802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYVfq3c_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/7gPva6qTWYk/s400/IMG00081-20091231-1144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All dressed up for Freds wedding..I thought he was so big at this point. (around 2 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYUs1t-lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/V-_r2xVbvKU/s1600/IMG00074-20091229-1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464652310517774930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYUs1t-lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/V-_r2xVbvKU/s400/IMG00074-20091229-1546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Poor boy scratched the crap out of his face..but he is one tough kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW55vwHsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2SmEbzVZSlU/s1600/IMG00066-20100205-1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464650750614314690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW55vwHsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2SmEbzVZSlU/s400/IMG00066-20100205-1853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture we took in California at the Disney Store. Graham was being such a grumpy during the trip that we thought this picture was perfect!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW5KNV4PI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LNMRE8oUvWE/s1600/IMG00054-20091225-1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464650737853522162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW5KNV4PI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LNMRE8oUvWE/s400/IMG00054-20091225-1117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remeber this shot very well. It was the first time I put on jeans. It was a few days after my galbladder surgery at Brett and Connies. I even put on some make-up and did my hair(big day for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW3-2avbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7TrZzMNSJFA/s1600/IMG00025-20091215-0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464650717624712626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW3-2avbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7TrZzMNSJFA/s400/IMG00025-20091215-0741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got this cute little oufit from our sweet little lady friend, Betty in Seattle. I loved it so much but he grew out of it very quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW3FA7IsI/AAAAAAAAAew/bbZOpbNzNbQ/s1600/1209091426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464650702099522242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZW3FA7IsI/AAAAAAAAAew/bbZOpbNzNbQ/s400/1209091426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-6325209838665864093?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6325209838665864093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/cell-phone-pics.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6325209838665864093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/6325209838665864093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/cell-phone-pics.html' title='Cell Phone Pics'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9ZYW-q_mdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/hzCZu-GfxfM/s72-c/IMG00140-20100109-1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-2774038276923992566</id><published>2010-04-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:49:59.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9IHL-xle2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/yxmIB2gmHMY/s1600/tennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437200364764002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9IHL-xle2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/yxmIB2gmHMY/s400/tennis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have anything to post about, just wanted to have a new post up. We have had a pretty relaxing week here. Its been raining, raining, and raining. Jared is loving it for his grass. I really don't mind it either unless it keeps coming. Im ready to get back to the stroller jogs and tennis. Jared and I have been playing quite a bit lately, and its so fun! We are getting a lot better and are quite competitive with each other. We make sure its nap time for Graham..wrap him up, and put him in the stroller. Jared has got quite the serve and a great forehand. Seems like I always get up early in the set and end up trying to get myself back in the game the rest of the match. Mental toughness...., yeah whatever. Its fun to be able to do something together that we both enjoy so much. Anyway, heres to nice weather and more tennis:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-2774038276923992566?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2774038276923992566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain-and-tennis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2774038276923992566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/2774038276923992566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain-and-tennis.html' title='Rain and Tennis'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S9IHL-xle2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/yxmIB2gmHMY/s72-c/tennis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1541911107852508617</id><published>2010-04-17T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:06:51.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 month old picts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEvZ1EQsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6d9AMZFPvZo/s1600/egg_time_106%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323448062329538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEvZ1EQsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6d9AMZFPvZo/s400/egg_time_106%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEvDwIZlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/AN-YvdbfGWk/s1600/egg_time_053%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323442136049234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEvDwIZlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/AN-YvdbfGWk/s400/egg_time_053%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEukVuKSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Rjm0GUmBnLk/s1600/egg_time_124%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323433703778594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEukVuKSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Rjm0GUmBnLk/s400/egg_time_124%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEuQkQl7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/G324sO9MhzY/s1600/egg_time_026%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323428396046258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEuQkQl7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/G324sO9MhzY/s400/egg_time_026%5B2%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEuIu2kVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3oijtlTebx8/s1600/egg_time_019%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323426292994386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEuIu2kVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3oijtlTebx8/s400/egg_time_019%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few shots of 5 month old Graham.... My cousin Jenny helped us with another photo shoot, and I think they turned out absolutely great. I love her work, and am so grateful she willlingly lets us take advantage of her talent. I'll probably keep posting some here and there because I love them all. Jen came out to my mom and dads while we were there visiting.The overcast turned out great, and it was even warm enough for Graham to go shirtless:) Graham wasn't the happiest camper that day due to a lack of good sleep but she still got some great shots! Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_xFSW0hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QxkausYi1Z0/s1600/grahamsnf%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317979349635602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_xFSW0hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QxkausYi1Z0/s400/grahamsnf%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_wk-TDDI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2C49pqDsDNU/s1600/grahambw%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317970675567666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_wk-TDDI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2C49pqDsDNU/s400/grahambw%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_wZnqI2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/QDseSUhTcQs/s1600/egg_time_018%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317967627821922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_wZnqI2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/QDseSUhTcQs/s400/egg_time_018%5B2%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_v7NnB2I/AAAAAAAAAdg/q-QY_hZ6xRE/s1600/grahameaster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317959465502562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_v7NnB2I/AAAAAAAAAdg/q-QY_hZ6xRE/s400/grahameaster%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_vproLsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/BLxjuAsdq7k/s1600/grahamtoes%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317954759569090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p_vproLsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/BLxjuAsdq7k/s400/grahamtoes%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-8mUgwcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VwJAp0b_wuo/s1600/egg_time_122%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317077683978690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-8mUgwcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VwJAp0b_wuo/s400/egg_time_122%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-8HwwWgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YOI-A2j6AHA/s1600/egg_time_117%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317069480942082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-8HwwWgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YOI-A2j6AHA/s400/egg_time_117%5B2%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-71107eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SaiFQaX9qRw/s1600/egg_time_039%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317064670375394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-71107eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SaiFQaX9qRw/s400/egg_time_039%5B2%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-7peQRWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Pt7tgu5FqZc/s1600/egg_time_026%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317061350278498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-7peQRWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Pt7tgu5FqZc/s400/egg_time_026%5B2%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-7HrtodI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9MWGVDKtnhc/s1600/egg_time_013%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461317052279923154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8p-7HrtodI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9MWGVDKtnhc/s400/egg_time_013%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-1541911107852508617?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1541911107852508617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-month-old-picts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1541911107852508617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/1541911107852508617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-month-old-picts.html' title='5 month old picts'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S8qEvZ1EQsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6d9AMZFPvZo/s72-c/egg_time_106%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-906157417018938784</id><published>2010-04-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:35:08.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing with Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-741196236e141650" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D741196236e141650%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331321556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B2105B1F653125DF538ED299B6E3571D0C346A3.384DDFDF55CA0CA0F1E6503C4BE7DCA89EA7C442%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D741196236e141650%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7DIPkWPADpx4yr347bcTBuoKWqg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D741196236e141650%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331321556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B2105B1F653125DF538ED299B6E3571D0C346A3.384DDFDF55CA0CA0F1E6503C4BE7DCA89EA7C442%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D741196236e141650%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7DIPkWPADpx4yr347bcTBuoKWqg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took this video during our last trip to Utah. Graham thought Grandma Vickie was just hilarious. I took my camera out a little late..he had been laughing a lot hard earlier, but still caught his little laugh and squeel. Ive been thinking a lot about what a great Grandma my mom is lately. She is so sweet, loving, and very patient.  She is also one of the most thoughtful people I know(she is very good at the details).It is so nice when we are at her house. She wants to hold him, take him on walks around the house, and play with him almost as much as me:) She has always been a great mom, but it is interesting how much more I appreciate it now, because it has rolled over into her great Grandma-ness. We still haven't left Graham for more than an hour with anyone except my mom. I just feel like she will love him and take care of him as I would..and that makes it a little, just a little easier to leave. Grandma Vickie always sends Graham stuff in the mail, and is always picking him up little surprises. He might not fully understand/appreciate it now, but I sure do. She makes Graham feel like he is #1..or so it seems to me. Its such an amazing thing to see your child being loved. It I hope that I have gotten just a few of her wonderful attributes and strive to be a mother like she is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Mom/Grandma Vickie for taking such good care of us! We love you very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914185540493375681-906157417018938784?l=moultriemadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/feeds/906157417018938784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/laughing-with-grandma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/906157417018938784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914185540493375681/posts/default/906157417018938784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moultriemadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/laughing-with-grandma.html' title='Laughing with Grandma'/><author><name>Nicole Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701389814215425483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK9FH0_shHQ/S2NsLYq6c5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lTcer69oAlo/S220/baby_moultrie_202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914185540493375681.post-1993414363596021708</id><published>2010-04-11T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:55:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver Nuggets</title><content type='html'>We spent Saturday afternoon and evening down in Denver with some of our good friends Mark and Chelsea. They had some extra Nuggets tickets and asked if we wanted to go, and we gladly accepted. We haven't spent much time in Denver yet, and we both have been itching to get down there. We headed out early afternoon and did some shopping at the 16th street mall. It was fun just to walk up and down the street and people watch. We have lived in pretty big cities since we've been married..Seattle and Salt Lake..Its funny how quickly you get used to where you are. Man, there are some crazies down there. We were feeling a little out of our Cheyenne, Wyoming element. We hit up Niketown and brought Grahamio the cutest little shoes, and Jared found a great pair of shorts. It was fun to get out and see the city. We ran out of time and cut our shopping short and headed over to the area.&lt;br /&gt;Graham was such a good little boy. He didn't seem to mind his ear muffs at all. Everyone was eating him up in his little Jordan gear. One man told him to get in the game, they needed some help..so cute! We had great seats, and a great time. Jared even got him to sleep by the magic shake( jared holds him in his arms this certain way that he has loved since he was a week old). Nuggets lost to the Spurs, but we sure enjoyed watching the game and taking Graham to his 1st of many games yet to come. 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