<?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-8010318342395502179</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:42:06.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allen Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4341485107565261061</id><published>2010-11-19T13:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:36:24.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presley Leah Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TObQcdlQgpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ztuX3lKYTEo/s1600/IMG_1648[2]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541345578921788050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TObQcdlQgpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ztuX3lKYTEo/s320/IMG_1648%255B2%255D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presley Leah Allen was born on November 18th at 3:19pm. She weighed 8 pounds 5 1/2 ounces and was 19 3/4 inches tall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541344473204861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TObPcGdzKJI/AAAAAAAAATw/aVovNapHrU4/s320/IMG_1623%255B1%255D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so happy to have Presley as an addition to our family. We have had almost a full 24 hours with her and already have a great bond. She is just a happy baby and has taken to nursing really well. She has been eating like a hoss, but has decided in the past few hours sleep is more important than eating. We are keeping our fingers crossed that she doesn't get used to a daytime sleeping routine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasha is doing great and has already been up and walking around the hospital. She was great throught the whole birthing process. We are looking forward to retuning home tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Gram, Mama Sharon, Sharalee, Aunt Beth, Pop, and countless others for their love and support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541344891921328882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TObP0eTlavI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kGPdBOfWyDQ/s320/IMG_1632%255B1%255D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541345254294595058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TObQJkQGpfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/U-TbjIz3sfY/s320/IMG_1636%255B1%255D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541345801374428450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TObQpaSGbSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uBOjMu678OE/s320/IMG_1639%255B1%255D" border="0" /&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/8010318342395502179-4341485107565261061?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4341485107565261061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4341485107565261061' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4341485107565261061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4341485107565261061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2010/11/presley-leah-allen.html' title='Presley Leah Allen'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TObQcdlQgpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ztuX3lKYTEo/s72-c/IMG_1648%255B2%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7065780779513964707</id><published>2010-11-03T11:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:01:16.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We recently had a good friend of ours take pictures of our girls. I originally thought we would just keep them put away until Christmas because we will probably use the pics for our Christmas cards. But they are just too cute that we can't wait any longer to share them! We just had a blast taking these pictures. Maycie had us laughing the whole time because she has such a contagious grin and loves to smile. And Emery loves to pose and be in her most "picture perfect" ways!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535370838173231234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGWcx1fKII/AAAAAAAAATA/3eBx7YGMKkg/s320/sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535370848065807954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGWdWsD5lI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oUETgRK27BA/s320/Just+Play.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535372932901483122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGYWtTnsnI/AAAAAAAAATo/GX5W-ZXroFQ/s320/Maycie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535370852362766418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGWdmsiSFI/AAAAAAAAATg/aWu1-GTDzL0/s320/Posing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535370844800331826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGWdKhgsDI/AAAAAAAAATI/PLDBqy4ZALg/s320/Barn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our photographer was &lt;a href="http://amymoephotography.com/"&gt;amyMOEphotography&lt;/a&gt;. If you live in Middle Tennessee check her out! She is very affordable and did a FANTASTIC job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7065780779513964707?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7065780779513964707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7065780779513964707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7065780779513964707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7065780779513964707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2010/11/photo-time.html' title='Photo Time'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGWcx1fKII/AAAAAAAAATA/3eBx7YGMKkg/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4873697473041889440</id><published>2010-11-03T11:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:22:46.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We absolutely LOVE Halloween. We are not so into the Spooky, or as Emery would say "CREEPY" side of Halloween. But we do love to decorate, dress-up, carve pumpkins, etc. Fun, Fun, Fun! This year Emery was a Bumble Bee and Maycie was a Butterfly. Lucky for me we already had all "stuff" for them to be these things. They had so much fun at our ward Trunk-or-Treat. We also went to the annual Pumpkinfest in downtown Franklin. They totally changed it this year and we were quite disappointed so we won't talk about that. We did also let our girls do some Trick-or-Treating on Sunday since that is when our neighborhood was doing it and they wanted to go to some of our neighbors homes. Sad thing is that I really didn't get many pictures. I guess we were just having too much fun!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535358396528271090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGLIlGLHvI/AAAAAAAAASI/nzLuw64kVLs/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535359121480032370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGLyxwJIHI/AAAAAAAAASg/xmspi2cKYDs/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535358935244862978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGLn7-N9gI/AAAAAAAAASY/wndsD-cWYMU/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535358783662239762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGLfHSGsBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-YODP1DYro8/s320/IMG_1570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4873697473041889440?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4873697473041889440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4873697473041889440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4873697473041889440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4873697473041889440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TNGLIlGLHvI/AAAAAAAAASI/nzLuw64kVLs/s72-c/IMG_1568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5111598875641638842</id><published>2010-08-02T09:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:01:18.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYCIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TFbdZPq5ZCI/AAAAAAAAARw/zz681ec49As/s1600/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500827420652561442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TFbdZPq5ZCI/AAAAAAAAARw/zz681ec49As/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TFbdjwFq45I/AAAAAAAAAR4/uDQY-xcq3sk/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500827601153483666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TFbdjwFq45I/AAAAAAAAAR4/uDQY-xcq3sk/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my baby girl!! I can't believe she is already 2!! Maycie is such a joy to have around. She has such a tender heart and loves to dance and sing all day long! We love watching her grow and figure out the world around her. As tradition goes we start off the special day with a pancake breakfast. &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/8010318342395502179-5111598875641638842?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5111598875641638842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5111598875641638842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5111598875641638842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5111598875641638842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2010/08/maycie.html' title='MAYCIE'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/TFbdZPq5ZCI/AAAAAAAAARw/zz681ec49As/s72-c/IMG_1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5609070348830760692</id><published>2010-05-09T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:13:34.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My sweet hubby and kiddos woke up extra early to make me breakfast in bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469241954689319650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/S-amlJvrguI/AAAAAAAAARI/dx4A5pXnrcc/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And, OH BOY, it was good!! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5609070348830760692?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5609070348830760692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5609070348830760692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5609070348830760692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5609070348830760692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/S-amlJvrguI/AAAAAAAAARI/dx4A5pXnrcc/s72-c/IMG_1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3117377817488708473</id><published>2009-12-22T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:52:21.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emery said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emery's interpretations of a few Christmas songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hosanya, Hosanya, Hosanya to Disney"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Feliz Nubby-dub, Feliz Nubby-dub..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just giggle inside everytime I hear her sing these songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3117377817488708473?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3117377817488708473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3117377817488708473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3117377817488708473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3117377817488708473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/12/emery-said.html' title='Emery said...'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-8064354694199652604</id><published>2009-12-19T00:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:56:16.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d544d794d6a6b7a4f544d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416401668849404514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SyrsntiaCmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/odvtIC2sLSY/s320/Cat+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our girls' bedtime routine consists of reading books, scripture stories, prayers, singing songs, and then Lots of Hugs and Kisses! I always whisper "I Love You" to each of them when I hug them. Well, tonight Maycie whispered back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; "I-la-lu"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the sweetest thing ever considering that Maycie hardly talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2165039893854447360?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2165039893854447360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2165039893854447360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2165039893854447360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2165039893854447360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweetest-thing.html' title='The Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SyrsntiaCmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/odvtIC2sLSY/s72-c/Cat+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4114128069465289154</id><published>2009-12-10T08:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:28:31.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SyEAgK-k55I/AAAAAAAAAQI/exJ98W6oUwM/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413608779778680722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SyEAgK-k55I/AAAAAAAAAQI/exJ98W6oUwM/s320/DSCN1686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WHITNEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Although she is no longer with us we think of her often. We are grateful to have this day to celebrate her. It will always be a tradition for our family to celebrate Whitney's birthday. Although Emery has vague memories of her and Maycie has never met her we want them to know how her through the memories we have of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We will always remember her sassy smile, raspy voice, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/span&gt; that she brought to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE YOU WHITNEY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4114128069465289154?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4114128069465289154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4114128069465289154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4114128069465289154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4114128069465289154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/12/whitney.html' title='WHITNEY'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SyEAgK-k55I/AAAAAAAAAQI/exJ98W6oUwM/s72-c/DSCN1686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4631844687258017852</id><published>2009-11-17T22:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:56:48.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our really good friends, the Unck's, moved to Omaha a few weeks ago. I was just emptying the pics from my camera and came across the sweet pictures. We have many sweet memories with the Unck family! We miss them lots. Emery still talks every about how next time we drive to Utah we will stop in "Homaha". And that she is going to marry Tyler.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405302990907272210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SwN-boRibBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5jfw-r8IKHQ/s320/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4631844687258017852?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4631844687258017852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4631844687258017852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4631844687258017852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4631844687258017852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-of-friends.html' title='Best of Friends'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SwN-boRibBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5jfw-r8IKHQ/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1821656485189145200</id><published>2009-10-04T21:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:10:35.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 on the 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Emery's 4th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388944136854543890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SslgI_-jnhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q0Al0IAoqQo/s400/IMG_0430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot believe that I have a 4 year old. Oh my how time flies. On Friday we took Emery to get her hair cut, which was very special for her because it was her first time at the salon. I usually cut her hair myself. We then went to her favorite place for dinner, McDougal's Chicken Fingers. And then that night she went to have a sleepover with Kinzy and Kaylie. Since Sharalee and Steve were out of town Mama Sharon was there watching the kids. For breakfast the next morning Mama Sharon fed them ICE CREAM w/sprinkles and M&amp;amp;M's, and Banana Bread... Oh and pears! They are so spoiled! Our tradition is to have a pancake(with a candle) breakfast for our kids birthdays. We did it at Sharalee's house so we could watch General Conference with them.  Then after General Conference we celebrated with family and friends at our house. Emery wanted a Dora cake but since I am not a fan of character cakes I asked her if she had any other ideas. She said a rainbow cake would be good. So rainbow cake it is. And I, loving to create in the kitchen, went all out and even died the cake in rainbow colors. Emery LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388945654749516434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SslhhWk60pI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uq7CsRanE8Q/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388946054059323266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sslh4mHy74I/AAAAAAAAAP4/jIFNdLv75GA/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I am proud of the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1821656485189145200?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1821656485189145200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1821656485189145200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1821656485189145200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1821656485189145200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-on-4th.html' title='4 on the 4th!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SslgI_-jnhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q0Al0IAoqQo/s72-c/IMG_0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5178058085963174630</id><published>2009-08-13T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:21:57.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Lickin' Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night for dinner I made BBQ ribs. YUM! As soon as Emery came to the table she saw them and with a smirk said, "What is that?!" We told her it was ribs and she said that she didn't like them. Emery is not a picky eater and we do have the rule that we must at least try 1 bite of everything. Emery tried her bite and couldn't get enough. She probably ate 4-5 herself!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369530711307576626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SoRnu6IJ5TI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7JTBxYk8EMc/s400/fingerlickingood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5178058085963174630?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5178058085963174630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5178058085963174630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5178058085963174630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5178058085963174630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/08/finger-lickin-good.html' title='Finger Lickin&apos; Good'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SoRnu6IJ5TI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7JTBxYk8EMc/s72-c/fingerlickingood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6336855921736879837</id><published>2009-08-09T18:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:23:28.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Wish...</title><content type='html'>Emery and I went on a date on Friday night!! We went to see a play called "When You Wish", a Disney Musical. Emery put her Cinderella dress on and we were off! She thought that it was great that just she and I were going, WITHOUT MAYCIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368106787095866610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sn9YrnE2bPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lc_pBv4teK4/s320/IMG_0223%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting for the show to start!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368108263388248226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sn9aBisYeKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PpDsTqjUTkw/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A friend of ours from our ward was Snow White in the play! She did great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6336855921736879837?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6336855921736879837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6336855921736879837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6336855921736879837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6336855921736879837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-wish.html' title='When You Wish...'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sn9YrnE2bPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lc_pBv4teK4/s72-c/IMG_0223%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4458370354022932525</id><published>2009-08-02T19:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:22:44.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today is Maycie's First Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365530713274412610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SnYxwYQrbkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FG1xHLZXvbI/s320/IMG_0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just one of Maycie's many silly faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365540745712368962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SnY64WAR_UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uvHUa1u6vLY/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom, are you sure this is ok!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maycie has beautiful curly hair. She is full of life and is developing a sense of humor like her daddy's. She loves to make us laugh! Maycie loves to read books, pat her knees to "We Will Rock You"(taught by Emery), wrestle with daddy, and play with Emery. Maycie is already proving to be a girly girl. She can often be found playing with purses and whenever we try shoes on at the store, she smiles and twirls her feet around! Whenever we see a dog she barks and pats her knee(sign language). She loves to EAT! And this girl can EAT! Although Maycie is so much fun and full of energy, she also has a very loving sweet side. She is often found holding and loving on a baby doll or stuffed animal or cuddling with her lovey! And she gives us many loves and kisses as well! We love you sweet Maycie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night we celebrated with family, friends, food and Loads of FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is tradition for us to wake up and make pancakes a candle for our kids birthdays. But since it was fast Sunday we decided to do that for dinner for Maycie's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because Sharalee and Steve were not able to make it to her party they have invited for dinner tomorrow night to celebrate! Maycie just has the birthday that doesn't end!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365541195133836322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SnY7SgOtXCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1EawNAOO0iA/s320/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maycie loves all of her new toys! And just notice the cute skirt. Yes I made it! And I made the lovely birthday hat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4458370354022932525?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4458370354022932525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4458370354022932525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4458370354022932525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4458370354022932525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SnYxwYQrbkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FG1xHLZXvbI/s72-c/IMG_0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-8824521993350040897</id><published>2009-07-07T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:40:51.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight baby... WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason I get a lot of comments from people that my baby could be the Twilight Baby. Maybe her cute little teethies have something to do with...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355803670791017250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlOjD_Q7UyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LJegqb7Zq8g/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And believe it or not... I have yet to read Twilight or see the movie. Maybe one day. I actually have my sisters' copy of the book and the movie at my house right now. I read the first chapter am just a little weirded out by the idea of vampires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-8824521993350040897?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/8824521993350040897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=8824521993350040897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8824521993350040897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8824521993350040897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/07/twilight-baby-what.html' title='Twilight baby... WHAT?'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlOjD_Q7UyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LJegqb7Zq8g/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2766470151996416348</id><published>2009-07-05T09:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:26:52.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlDNKIL-ypI/AAAAAAAAANw/fCpPwczFktA/s1600-h/DSCN4617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355005530823641746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlDNKIL-ypI/AAAAAAAAANw/fCpPwczFktA/s320/DSCN4617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been so busy, busy around here that I am so far behind on posting. We were so lucky to have been able to go visit my family in Utah for 3 weeks! Sharalee and I drove out to Utah just before Memorial Day so that we could be there for the Stokes Family Reunion. That was a big adventure in and of itself. While in Utah we went to Kelsey's graduation, visited with friends and famiy, ate at Cafe Rio, went to a concert, I got to sew a lot, we cooked a lot, went to Emily's singing concert, went to the Farmer's market, the movies, ate at Cafe Rio again, stayed up late, went to every quilt shop in town, watched David play baseball, ran the Springville Art City Days 5k, and we threw a big bash for my mom's 50th birthday! Scott and Steve joined us in time for that. While Scott was there we went to the temple and also to Salt Lake to see Temple Square. Scott served his mission in Salt Lake City, so he took us around and told us many stories of his adventures there. After that we were all off to Disneyland for a week! What a blast! Although we did come home with 2 sick kids. Yeah pink eye, strep throat, and double ear infections is a rough time!&lt;br /&gt;We recovered from that just in time to have Scott's sister and her 5 kids come to town. We spent every day for 10 days with them. We swam, played games, ate, did a talent show, stayed up way too late, celebrated birthdays, swam more, ate more, went bowling, and we all participated in the "AL"-ympics! For the "AL"- ympics, aka Allen Olympics, we did a water fight, Dance Dance Revolution competition, Apples to Apples competition, and a paper airplane competition. SUPER fun! Thanks Chaz for putting it together.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they left we spent the rest of the week with my sister Kimberly who was in town. We went bowling, blueberry picking, played games, ate S'mores, swam, ate at McDougal's and went to see "Up"! She was here and spent July 4th with us! Now Kim is gone and party time is over...&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun, but we are ready for a bit of rest!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354998158616994514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlDGdAk8otI/AAAAAAAAANY/EpGbBsv3Kng/s320/DSCN4384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got to see Whitney's headstone for the first time! It is BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354999195205351922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlDHZWK3ufI/AAAAAAAAANg/KdnjmQVwSTk/s320/DSCN4427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Temple Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355013092098716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlDUCQIcMYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vjCfSsq7Hng/s400/disney09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;DISNEYLAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2766470151996416348?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2766470151996416348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2766470151996416348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2766470151996416348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2766470151996416348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SlDNKIL-ypI/AAAAAAAAANw/fCpPwczFktA/s72-c/DSCN4617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-9168518638625194865</id><published>2009-06-17T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:21:14.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to believe that it has been five years already. Five GREAT years since Scott and I were sealed for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake City Temple. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348343224209524018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sjkh01_gRTI/AAAAAAAAANA/wFdkMUV4aB0/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sadly, I have no wedding pictures on the computer. So this is our engagement pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can definitely say that I am married to the man of my dreams! Scott is my best friend. I can hardly stand to not be with him and can't wait until he walks in the door from work every day! It is so wonderful to have someone to experience life with. To share every happy moment together and to get through the tough times too! Often times all we need is a laugh and Scott has taught that to us well! I am so excited to spend ETERNITY with the man I love, SCOTT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-9168518638625194865?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/9168518638625194865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=9168518638625194865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/9168518638625194865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/9168518638625194865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-years-ago-today.html' title='5 Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sjkh01_gRTI/AAAAAAAAANA/wFdkMUV4aB0/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-773550901066460350</id><published>2009-05-27T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:09:22.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AWAY</title><content type='html'>FYI:&lt;br /&gt;We are in Utah visiting family for a few weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-773550901066460350?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/773550901066460350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=773550901066460350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/773550901066460350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/773550901066460350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/05/away.html' title='AWAY'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7778776392516870604</id><published>2009-05-16T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:44:48.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummables</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine and I just started a food blog. We both love to cook and share recipes so we figured why not make them easily accessible to EVERYONE!! You can find our blog &lt;a href="http://www.yummables.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7778776392516870604?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7778776392516870604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7778776392516870604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7778776392516870604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7778776392516870604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/05/yummables.html' title='Yummables'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-802785877375524607</id><published>2009-05-02T22:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:36:48.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0PdTimCRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VV1m9l7mwLk/s1600-h/DSCN4315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331434530012530962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0PdTimCRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VV1m9l7mwLk/s320/DSCN4315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a big day for Scott as he walked with his class to receive his diploma from Trevecca Nazarene University. He received a Bachelor's degree in Business Management and Human Relations.  WAY TO GO SCOTT!! I am so proud of you and the hard work you put into this great achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side Note: This was Scott's first time walking because he was homeschooled. He was so proud to get up there so everyone could hear his name and know that he did this. I have never seen the man smile so BIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-802785877375524607?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/802785877375524607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=802785877375524607' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/802785877375524607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/802785877375524607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/05/class-of-2009.html' title='Class of 2009'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0PdTimCRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VV1m9l7mwLk/s72-c/DSCN4315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-165360146815623991</id><published>2009-05-02T21:29:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:26:18.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels so good!</title><content type='html'>My family has made it a tradition to run the Country Music Half Marathon in Nashville, this being their 5th year doing it! Scott and I walked it together for our first time 3 years ago. I pretty much hated every minute of it. The last month or so of training was miserable and the race day wasn't anything to shout about. I swore I would NEVER do it again. It was good enough for me to say I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the next 2 years after that Scott joined my family in doing it and I was very content to bring all of the kids and cheer! Cheering is so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year my mom talked one of her good friends, Cathy, into doing it with her family. Cathy was going to walk it and didn't have a partner to walk it with so my mom talked me into doing it with her. WHAT WAS I THINKING?? I didn't really want to do it. The only thing that really sounded good was having a training program to stick to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked hard and followed the training. I decided this time that if I had a better attitude it would be a better experience. Plus, this time I knew what to expect. I began to really look forward to the time that I got to go run/walk. It was time that I had to myself to be in my own world and to just enjoy the beauty of the earth around me. I never thought I would catch myself saying that I like to run. I have always loved working out, just not running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't necessarily care what my time was, how many people I passed or who passed me. All that mattered was the sense of accomplishment that I felt when I crossed the line and knew that I had given it my all! It felt so good! So yes I WILL DO IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0Fd-x6DII/AAAAAAAAALs/M2XTwRIQPFw/s1600-h/DSCN4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331423546503203970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0Fd-x6DII/AAAAAAAAALs/M2XTwRIQPFw/s320/DSCN4226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the only picture Scott took of me. He brought all the kids to cheer us all on and I stopped quickly to give them LUVS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I was so proud of my Mama, Sharalee, Cammie and Kelsey who ran the FULL Marathon (26.2 miles!) for their first time ever! Steve also ran it for his 2nd time. WAY TO GO GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0MmU2QROI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Py4dV92Ub4M/s1600-h/DSCN4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331431386447365346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0MmU2QROI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Py4dV92Ub4M/s200/DSCN4231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0NPhnH5LI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CxstcC7c4fo/s1600-h/DSCN4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331432094248199346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0NPhnH5LI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CxstcC7c4fo/s200/DSCN4234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the finish line!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to go Dad, Emily, Jake, Jorday, and the Johnson Family who also ran the HALF!&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/8010318342395502179-165360146815623991?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/165360146815623991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=165360146815623991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/165360146815623991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/165360146815623991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/05/feels-so-good.html' title='Feels so good!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sf0Fd-x6DII/AAAAAAAAALs/M2XTwRIQPFw/s72-c/DSCN4226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5466568899067055503</id><published>2009-04-11T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:09:22.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I was listening as Emery was talking to Aunt Cammie on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emery said to Cammie: "My daddy is a trick. He makes things "umpear" from the house. He makes them "umpear" out of my ear." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that Cammie talked to Scott and said, "Scott did you pierce your ears!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Umpear" = Disappear/Appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We just had to laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5466568899067055503?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5466568899067055503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5466568899067055503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5466568899067055503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5466568899067055503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-i-was-listening-as-emery-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4207471444138676418</id><published>2009-04-10T10:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:43:45.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just didn't like the looks of this rash so I took Emery in to the doctor yesterday.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9lr5Idr8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1kELIJQJa_Q/s1600-h/DSCN4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323085089320316866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9lr5Idr8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1kELIJQJa_Q/s320/DSCN4195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9mSJqgTPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_t9TSxZGuto/s1600-h/DSCN4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9m8rI_n5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/nCWoGlx35_w/s1600-h/DSCN4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323086477133848466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9m8rI_n5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/nCWoGlx35_w/s200/DSCN4190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9l1CovH6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6kMWyJuP6Ag/s1600-h/DSCN4192.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9l1CovH6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6kMWyJuP6Ag/s1600-h/DSCN4192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323085246490419106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9l1CovH6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6kMWyJuP6Ag/s320/DSCN4192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9m8w6qbMI/AAAAAAAAALE/yUYnpDY8p_8/s1600-h/DSCN4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323086478684351682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9m8w6qbMI/AAAAAAAAALE/yUYnpDY8p_8/s200/DSCN4189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Verdict: The doctor said that the rash is Fifth's Disease and was going to send her home. I mentioned that I was getting over Strep so she looked at her throat and it was red so she swabbed her and sure enough Emery has Strep. Good thing I took her in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thing about Fifth's Disease is that once they break out they are not contagious anymore but by the looks of it I am sure any mother would want to get their children away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4207471444138676418?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4207471444138676418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4207471444138676418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4207471444138676418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4207471444138676418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-didnt-like-looks-of-this-rash-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd9lr5Idr8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1kELIJQJa_Q/s72-c/DSCN4195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5176616378208574670</id><published>2009-04-09T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:28:23.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It made my day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of this package and it came yesterday in the mail! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd38ZqVtkbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xhsrvHdetUE/s1600-h/DSCN4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322687852414079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd38ZqVtkbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xhsrvHdetUE/s320/DSCN4186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure you are wondering what was in it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will post some pictures in a few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hint: It was just in time for Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't you just love the suspense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the meantime I will be taking Emery to the doctor to figure out what we can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about this awful rash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5176616378208574670?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5176616378208574670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5176616378208574670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5176616378208574670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5176616378208574670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-made-my-day.html' title='It made my day!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sd38ZqVtkbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xhsrvHdetUE/s72-c/DSCN4186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2616528476658173382</id><published>2009-04-08T18:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:39:23.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Mend</title><content type='html'>Well, it has kind of been a rough week for me! I woke up Monday morning sore and achey and assumed that I was still recovering from my 6 mile run on Saturday. I was wrong! As the day when on I got rapidly worse as a sore throat, earache and headache settled in. I had chills and sweats on and off all day. I just did not feel good. It felt like strep. It was so hard because I could hardly get off the bed or couch. Mostly all Emery did was watch TV until she would get bored and I would read a book or two. Emery was a big helper and would play with Maycie and feed her snacks. When Scott got home I turned the kids over to him for some attention and went to bed!  He took them to McDonalds so Emery could run and play. And Scott, being the sweet husband he is, brought me back a smoothie, a Rachael Ray Magazine and a Redbox movie "Marley and Me". He knows me well! That night Scott and his dad gave me a priesthood blessing and I figured that if I didn't feel better by the morning I would go in to the doctor.  Sure enough I hardly slept that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Emery got up in the morning I was talking to her and she said "Mommy you are still sick!" I asked her why she thought that and she said in a grovely voice, "because you sound like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Emery and Maycie to Gram and Pop's while I went to the doc. I had not been to the doctor for illness for at least 3-4 years. I went in and they knew it was strep before they even swabbed my throat to test it.  I got the penicillin shot because I knew it was usually a quicker recovery. Emery spent the rest of the afternoon running errands and going out for lunch with Pop. He had to return something at the mall and he took her on the Merry-go-Round, and she talked him into going to the Disney Store and buy her something. She knows what she likes!  &lt;br /&gt;When Emery came home we took naps and watched more TV(BLAH!) until daddy came home from work. I just wanted to cry all day because it was the second day of all of this and my kids were getting restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel a bit better but still have to take it easy. Scott was able to come home early(too bad he couldn't earlier in the week) and did some laundry while I took a nap. Bless his heart we don't really have any clean clothes and he knew it would be helpful. He's so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Scott for all you do!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Gram for watching the girls while I went to the doc and for the yummy chili!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Pop for taking Emery for the afternoon! She is so spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my fam for all the calls, love, and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sharalee for the yummy Turkey soup and for checking up on me everyday even though you were busy going out of town!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Yvonne for taking over YW and checking up on me everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough week but I was well taken care of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2616528476658173382?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2616528476658173382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2616528476658173382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2616528476658173382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2616528476658173382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-mend.html' title='On the Mend'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-757229069244635399</id><published>2009-04-02T22:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:45:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hunk of Burning Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SdWKI-_b1jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SP6LOSRipUo/s1600-h/DSCN1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320310421760759346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SdWKI-_b1jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SP6LOSRipUo/s320/DSCN1888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Birthday Scott!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few things that I love most about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a great dancer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very artistic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good cook&lt;br /&gt;Waxes my eyebrows (he is dang good at it too!)&lt;br /&gt;Great teacher&lt;br /&gt;Always make me laugh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has a Testimony of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Always puts his family first; NO MATTER WHAT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so grateful for days like today to celebrate the life of a great man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ya Babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-757229069244635399?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/757229069244635399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=757229069244635399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/757229069244635399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/757229069244635399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-hunk-of-burning-love.html' title='My Hunk of Burning Love'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SdWKI-_b1jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SP6LOSRipUo/s72-c/DSCN1888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7145072215055147881</id><published>2009-03-25T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:56:15.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Remembrance</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 years now since my sister Whitney passed away. It has been long enough that some days it is hard for me to really remember what her voice sounds like. Somedays all I want is to hear her voice. I do have some videos and there are many pictures to remind me of the memories and I am grateful for that. &lt;br /&gt;We love you sweet Whitchick!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, whenever Scott or I wear our shirt with Whitney on it people ask if it is Brittany Spears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7145072215055147881?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7145072215055147881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7145072215055147881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7145072215055147881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7145072215055147881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-remembrance.html' title='A Day of Remembrance'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5029484268109302858</id><published>2009-03-22T23:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:40:46.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Aint Nothin' But a Number!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my beautiful wife!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giflix.com/g/pclkdigmahwb" title="giflix.com"&gt;&lt;img border=0 title="find more 'dance gabba high' at giflix.com" src="http://www.giflix.com/e/pclkdigmahwb/a_f11348caa414908b8ab6bafea73d5618"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely a time to celebrate this wonderful woman and the many things that she does on a daily basis. Without Tasha I don't know where I would be right now. Everyday I can't help but think how lucky I am to have her in my life. I LOVE this women!! I am not a man of great words, but Tasha, I love you and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to make some of my world famous mug cake and wake Tasha from her beauty sleep to sing to her! Please join me in wishing this amazing woman happy birthday! (you don't have to make her a cake though...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5029484268109302858?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5029484268109302858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5029484268109302858' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5029484268109302858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5029484268109302858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/age-aint-nothin-but-number.html' title='Age Aint Nothin&apos; But a Number!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-43958341624055123</id><published>2009-03-15T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:48:11.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Mormons Build Temples</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" allowfullscreen="true" height="264" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple is a place where I go to be reminded of the Plan that our Heavenly Father has for me.  There is no place better than the temple to get away from the worries of this world we live in. It is a place that I like to go often. Every time I step foot into a temple I feel an instant sense of peace. I leave the temple lifted up knowing that Heavenly Father will be with me every step of the way through my journey in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-43958341624055123?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/43958341624055123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=43958341624055123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/43958341624055123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/43958341624055123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-mormons-build-temples.html' title='Why Mormons Build Temples'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-815263350430708423</id><published>2009-03-13T12:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:19:32.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emily!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sbqit3ayMSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TnyPPsWhfSQ/s1600-h/DSCN1607_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312737619291025698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sbqit3ayMSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TnyPPsWhfSQ/s320/DSCN1607_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emily turns 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Emily is so sweet with kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emily is a good singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Emily is VERY good at basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Emily is smart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbqiJybiXcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MyQlOWX_DhU/s1600-h/DSCN1607_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Emily has a contagious smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Emily is good at playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Emily is good at making smoothies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Emily is a fashionista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Emily is fun to play with (Emery's suggestion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emily is always willing to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Emily is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We love you Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-466abb7ad0f1d70e" 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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D466abb7ad0f1d70e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D753FA01BA40B03082DE069BF453C719463D35888.4D40AB3A7BEFC2B245E40A78A09B3235A9AB1640%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D466abb7ad0f1d70e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPAtzz_LNLU-Uh1A-sonxBpPJXcI&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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D466abb7ad0f1d70e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D753FA01BA40B03082DE069BF453C719463D35888.4D40AB3A7BEFC2B245E40A78A09B3235A9AB1640%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D466abb7ad0f1d70e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPAtzz_LNLU-Uh1A-sonxBpPJXcI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning when we told Emery that it was Emily's Birthday she got very excited and made this cake for Emily and came out singing Happy Birthday to Emily! I couldn't help but get a video of it! SO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-815263350430708423?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=466abb7ad0f1d70e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/815263350430708423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=815263350430708423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/815263350430708423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/815263350430708423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/emily-emily-turns-12-emily-is-so-sweet.html' title='Happy Birthday Emily!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/Sbqit3ayMSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TnyPPsWhfSQ/s72-c/DSCN1607_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-8085414636180535075</id><published>2009-03-12T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:03:19.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn Popping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we were driving home from the Library and Emery said that she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"would like to try some of the Popcorn from the trees!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we got home she ran to one of the trees with blossoms and then came back disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; "Ohhh! Mom they are just little white flowers."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I then had to explain that they only just look like popcorn, but that the flowers are beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-8085414636180535075?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/8085414636180535075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=8085414636180535075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8085414636180535075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8085414636180535075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/popcorn-popping.html' title='Popcorn Popping'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6235914670700145204</id><published>2009-03-09T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:32:42.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright All You Huggies Fans Out There!</title><content type='html'>Many of you that know me know that I love to coupon and bargain shop! Who doesn't love to get a good deal, RIGHT? Well, this one I thought was blog-worthy because I know there are many Mama's that read this that could benefit from CHEAP diapers. Ok, so here is the deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your local Walgreen's!! They are doing a deal that if you purchase $25 (before coupons) worth of Huggies then you get a coupon for $10 off your next purchase. Huggies are on sale for $10/pack. So where are the coupons? You can just print them right from your computer! Click &lt;a href="http://www.coupons.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. There is a $5 off and a $3 off. You will have to scroll through to find them. You are only allowed to print 2 of each coupon per computer. So if you have more than one computer you are in luck, and I am jealous! To print twice you first print the first and then you click back and refresh the page then it will print out the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pack of Huggies= $30&lt;br /&gt;- (3) $5 off coupons&lt;br /&gt;= $15 for 3 packs and you will get a coupon for $10 off your next purchase&lt;br /&gt;So it is like you are getting 3 packs for $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me and know this is a good deal and want to stock up then you will find more coupons and do the deal again only you will use the $10 off coupon that you just got. So you will truly only be paying $5 for your diapers and you will still have another $10 off coupon. When I get the $10 coupons I use them for more diapers or milk, or it would even be a good way to get some Easter candy! HAVE FUN! And let me know if you decide to try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really add to the FUN I will gather my Garnier and Colgate coupons and get some FREE hair products and toothpaste while I'm there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other really good deals am I getting this week? Cheerios and Toilet Paper FREE, oh and we are meeting Scott for lunch to get FREE Quizno's subs! And I am getting Ritz crackers and Wheat Thins for $.70/box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6235914670700145204?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6235914670700145204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6235914670700145204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6235914670700145204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6235914670700145204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/alright-all-you-huggies-fans-out-there.html' title='Alright All You Huggies Fans Out There!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7036815690680755041</id><published>2009-03-07T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:30:00.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does the Tiger Say!?!</title><content type='html'>When we were at the zoo we stopped to see the tigers and all of the kids were growling at them. Maycie got really excited and I thought I may have heard a growl out of her too! Well that night while we were eating dinner, Emery was telling Daddy all about the zoo and then we asked Maycie what the tiger says and then we said "Rrr!" and she repeated. What a smart little girl! I guess we could kind of say that was her first word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Maycie growling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b649350ce82a91b9" 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://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db649350ce82a91b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4449C3AAD1B4263D798D85D88D8F4DC50F12725.66D7908536C6FAE43A7989B4DB076229BB0C63E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db649350ce82a91b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpmHQq2YwqIK3p_ZQShcQvtJpROw&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://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db649350ce82a91b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4449C3AAD1B4263D798D85D88D8F4DC50F12725.66D7908536C6FAE43A7989B4DB076229BB0C63E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db649350ce82a91b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpmHQq2YwqIK3p_ZQShcQvtJpROw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7036815690680755041?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b649350ce82a91b9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7036815690680755041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7036815690680755041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7036815690680755041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7036815690680755041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-does-tiger-say.html' title='What Does the Tiger Say!?!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4827882318321106796</id><published>2009-03-07T22:01:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:33:28.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>The last 2 days have been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;!! It is a big change from the snow we got a week ago! With the weather being so beautiful we couldn't help but be outside. On Friday we spent the day at the zoo with some friends, and today we worked out in the yard a bit and then we went to the park in the afternoon! My family says they don't see enough pictures so I am going to post a few from the last few days! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGE8apBTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xiRbKJtUgmA/s1600-h/DSCN4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665436351235378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGE8apBTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xiRbKJtUgmA/s200/DSCN4152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGWdRQS_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/s_o4iJPFnHk/s1600-h/DSCN4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665737228012530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGWdRQS_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/s_o4iJPFnHk/s200/DSCN4146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGc9VKrFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuM77AaN320/s1600-h/DSCN4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665848913570898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGc9VKrFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuM77AaN320/s200/DSCN4165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGNtmm-FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/d-G8U8k1kMo/s1600-h/DSCN4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665586993723474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGNtmm-FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/d-G8U8k1kMo/s200/DSCN4142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310666067052375010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGpp9gq-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ahjf4g0klDE/s320/DSCN4168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNFezFo8FI/AAAAAAAAAI8/y-yG5uA5xMM/s1600-h/DSCN4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8010318342395502179-4827882318321106796?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4827882318321106796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4827882318321106796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4827882318321106796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4827882318321106796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SbNGE8apBTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xiRbKJtUgmA/s72-c/DSCN4152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-8004911890196315594</id><published>2009-03-01T11:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:51:34.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJ8LS6B-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q7KnTVGbB40/s1600-h/DSCN4138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308277146470975458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJ8LS6B-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q7KnTVGbB40/s200/DSCN4138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our Sunday rules is that we don't play outside, since it is the Sabbath day. Well, we broke that rule today! Since it is only 1-2 times &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308276651572151602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJfXp1RTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pOU3Pnt2b-w/s200/DSCN4136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a year that we get snow, it is really exciting! It came as a big surprise to us this late in the season but we will take it! It will all be gone tomorrow and then we will be ready for the 70 degree weather coming later this week. I LOVE Tennessee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJD3VhyFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5xHIPKp7VzI/s1600-h/DSCN4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308276179040585810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJD3VhyFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5xHIPKp7VzI/s200/DSCN4133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308276330752695122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJMsgg21I/AAAAAAAAAHU/bY4D-HwVr2U/s200/DSCN4134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; P.S. Lucky for us we have an artistic Daddy! He made the Snow Dog. Mommy would not have ever been able to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJD3VhyFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5xHIPKp7VzI/s1600-h/DSCN4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-8004911890196315594?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/8004911890196315594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=8004911890196315594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8004911890196315594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8004911890196315594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-snow.html' title='Sunday Snow'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SarJ8LS6B-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q7KnTVGbB40/s72-c/DSCN4138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-343720440465573366</id><published>2009-02-19T09:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:58:11.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Emery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emery was playing house with her cousing Rebekah and was getting a little bossy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me:          "Emery, are you using kind words?"&lt;br /&gt;Emery:    "No, I'm the mom."&lt;br /&gt;Me:          "So moms don't use kind words?"&lt;br /&gt;Emery:    "No."&lt;br /&gt;Me:          "Does your mom use kind words?"&lt;br /&gt;Emery:    "Well some days you just yell my name."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-343720440465573366?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/343720440465573366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=343720440465573366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/343720440465573366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/343720440465573366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-emery_19.html' title='Conversations with Emery'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7270959771750920999</id><published>2009-02-17T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:35:22.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biting Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night Emery bit Maycie. I was horrified! Emery is 3 years old and has never bit anyone EVER! I was so upset that I cried (I tried not to let Emery notice that). Scott was not home but we called him and he said that she needed to go right to bed. No stories, no songs! I knew that she knew it was wrong but it seemed like it was just out of rebellion. So I felt like just putting her to bed was not going to get the point across. I decided that she needed a drop of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Biting Medicine"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(hot sauce). She was actually excited when I told her that when we bite we need biting medicine to help us not bite anymore because some medicine is actually quite tasty. I admit that I felt a little bad when I put a drop in her mouth and she realized it wasn't so good.  Needless to say, I don't think that Emery will bite again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7270959771750920999?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7270959771750920999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7270959771750920999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7270959771750920999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7270959771750920999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/02/biting-medicine.html' title='Biting Medicine'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1632441186514471201</id><published>2009-02-11T13:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:30:24.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maycie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SZM2e1Sg8RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OpHV0DCyqVo/s1600-h/DSCN4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641089673916690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SZM2e1Sg8RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OpHV0DCyqVo/s320/DSCN4084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot believe that Maycie is already 6 months! But at the same time I can't really remember what our family was like without her. Maycie is off the charts for her height and in the 75 percentile for her weight. She has BIG beautiful eyes and rolly polly legs(Ilove to squish them). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maycie has always been a cuddly baby and I love it! Although the down side of it is that it does make her a bit afraid of strangers. I usually go to the gym about 4 times a week and whenever I walk into the nursery there she starts crying, then they say she does fine when they give her a toy, and always when I come back she starts to scream. She knows how to work it! But all the way around she is just at a fun age! She is rolling around to get to things and loves to laugh and be silly. It is funny because whenever we are all laughing, which is quite often (we have a silly daddy), she will just laugh like she totally understands us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She absolutely loves her toes, well and her socks. Whenever I put her in her carseat she immediately goes for her socks. She will play with those for awhile and then will be on to her toes. It is just so cute! Along with eating her toes... Maycie also loves to eat baby food! She has only tried rice, oatmeal, carrots, sweet potatoes, squash, green beans, and peas. And so far she loves them all! I think she just loves eating. She will fit in well with our family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OUR SWEET MAYCIE IS PERFECT IN EVERY WAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1632441186514471201?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1632441186514471201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1632441186514471201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1632441186514471201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1632441186514471201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/02/maycie.html' title='Maycie'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SZM2e1Sg8RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OpHV0DCyqVo/s72-c/DSCN4084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-8557976146052578870</id><published>2009-02-11T13:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:39:00.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Polka Dots</title><content type='html'>Last week Emery got what she called "POLKA DOTS"! She broke out in hives and we don't really know what caused it. But I thought it was pretty bad!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301626244757970866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SZMo-vqv37I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bdvUHu0j0z4/s320/DSCN4126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301626246917693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SZMo-3tqn5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/XMRTBPYv5Fs/s320/DSCN4125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-8557976146052578870?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/8557976146052578870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=8557976146052578870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8557976146052578870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8557976146052578870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/02/polka-dots.html' title='Polka Dots'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SZMo-vqv37I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bdvUHu0j0z4/s72-c/DSCN4126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2203901978788630927</id><published>2009-01-18T21:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:58:23.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just sustained today as the new...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Young Women's President&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in our ward! I am SO excited to be able to work with the Youth! I have never served with the Youth before and am now realizing what a BIG undertaking this will be. Nevertheless, I know this is where the Lord wants me to be. In subtle ways I was very much being prepared for this! I know that as I am faithful in serving the Lord and building up His Kingdom that He will bless me and my family with the things that we stand in need of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2203901978788630927?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2203901978788630927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2203901978788630927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2203901978788630927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2203901978788630927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/01/serving-lord.html' title='Serving the Lord'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2146908504406879416</id><published>2009-01-16T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:51:31.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>Emry is sick so we stayed in all day yesterday and will probably do so again today! But even if she wasn't sick I don't think we would be going anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently it is 8 degrees with a wind chill factor of -4 degrees due to humidity!&lt;/span&gt; (High of 20 today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I grew up in Utah where it snowed all winter and it was pretty cold. But, with the humidity here, when it gets cold you just don't go out! Oh and just to tell you how bad it is... School was cancelled today due to cold weather. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The nice thing about living in the South is that when it does get this cold it doesn't last long. It is supposed to get right back up to 40 again by tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do on a cold day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no snow, so no reason to be outside. We will just stay in and stay close to the fire, play games, read many books, and maybe roast some marshmallows, and drink hot cocoa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2146908504406879416?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2146908504406879416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2146908504406879416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2146908504406879416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2146908504406879416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5872092744488499452</id><published>2009-01-14T16:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:40:26.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Old Friends!</title><content type='html'>What did I do this afternoon while the kids were napping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to attempt folding the mounds of laundry on my bed, and doing the dishes in the sink, and organizing the pile of coupons on the kitchen table but the phone rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was an old Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had much to talk about since we do not live near each other! It felt so good to just sit back and chat for an hour. Thanks Katie for calling. It made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am ready to tackle the chores!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5872092744488499452?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5872092744488499452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5872092744488499452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5872092744488499452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5872092744488499452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooray-for-old-friends.html' title='Hooray for Old Friends!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7835086784794669087</id><published>2008-12-20T08:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:02:00.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddlebug!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SU0Iy206T7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/LH5wWMFMU1w/s1600-h/DSCN3996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281887607779381170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SU0Iy206T7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/LH5wWMFMU1w/s320/DSCN3996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maycie is our little Cuddlebug! This morning I woke up and rolled to see that it was 8 AM. I was wondering why Maycie wasn't awake yet. I came out in the family room and Cammie and Maycie were sleeping on the couch. SO SWEET!! It was so late last night when we went to bed that I guess I forgot to turn on the baby monitor. OOPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7835086784794669087?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7835086784794669087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7835086784794669087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7835086784794669087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7835086784794669087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuddlebug.html' title='Cuddlebug!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SU0Iy206T7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/LH5wWMFMU1w/s72-c/DSCN3996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3083678210577093822</id><published>2008-12-15T19:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:03:17.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How much longer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Dear Family,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can't wait for you to get here. As we were thinking of the fun we will have we couldn't help but turn the music up and dance. But ya'll better watch out. You never know what Scott has up his sleeve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f52060eeb9e4591" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f52060eeb9e4591%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41C57BD30B8505C43A7179880EF332A036F1010F.5EAB90C1FA0A73A97C1E459B29CF5005EB177BAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f52060eeb9e4591%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D--cigit3rl9rQZhhfQnSnOtZ3HQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f52060eeb9e4591%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41C57BD30B8505C43A7179880EF332A036F1010F.5EAB90C1FA0A73A97C1E459B29CF5005EB177BAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f52060eeb9e4591%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D--cigit3rl9rQZhhfQnSnOtZ3HQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3083678210577093822?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3083678210577093822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3083678210577093822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3083678210577093822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3083678210577093822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/12/dr-samoove-is-back.html' title='How much longer?'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2982410264809841861</id><published>2008-12-12T09:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:46:28.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty OUR Snowman!</title><content type='html'>It doesn't snow very often here in Tennessee so when it does it is a big deal! So last night, while we waited 2 hours (it's a 30 min. drive) for Scott to get home from work, we decided to go out and build a snowman. It was so much fun! The best part is that by this afternoon most of it will be gone. We get to enjoy the excitement of the falling snow, build a snowman, and then say goodbye until next year. That is the best way to enjoy snow!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278930089358555810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SUKG8oJWeqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B3rxue0ffkQ/s320/frosty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2982410264809841861?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2982410264809841861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2982410264809841861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2982410264809841861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2982410264809841861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/12/frosty-our-snowman.html' title='Frosty OUR Snowman!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SUKG8oJWeqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B3rxue0ffkQ/s72-c/frosty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4726464162265740134</id><published>2008-12-11T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:31:53.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SUF4qKnIAKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R-ggzwUvmro/s1600-h/DSCN3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278632904053227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SUF4qKnIAKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R-ggzwUvmro/s320/DSCN3948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa showed up at the library on a fire engine today! Emery couldn't wait to see him and sit on his lap. It is so fun that she is really starting to understand Christmas! We especially love it because of the song "...you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout..." It really helps us when times are rough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4726464162265740134?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4726464162265740134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4726464162265740134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4726464162265740134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4726464162265740134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SUF4qKnIAKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R-ggzwUvmro/s72-c/DSCN3948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3167171815761936624</id><published>2008-12-10T07:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:58.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 760px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4215" width="760" height="189" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/344153.3dc84aa15eb/feed.xml" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 100%" href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R-kDMdn1dtI/AAAAAAAAANw/Oyubjphi6XI/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the Birthday of my beautiful sister Whitney who is no longer with us. Whitney had such a contagious laugh and smile. She made friends everywhere she went! Today in celebration of her we will ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear PINK&lt;br /&gt;Eat Scrambled eggs with Cinnamon/sugar&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;Laugh a lot&lt;br /&gt;Eat Mac n Cheese with peas&lt;br /&gt;Watch The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;Look through picture books of her&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Watch home videos&lt;br /&gt;Go out for sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love You Whitney!! And we will be thinking of you all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3167171815761936624?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3167171815761936624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3167171815761936624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3167171815761936624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3167171815761936624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/12/whitneys-birthday.html' title='Whitney&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2028193427260660690</id><published>2008-12-09T14:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:06:55.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I heard Maycie waking up but waited a few minutes to see if she was just stirring.  A few minutes later I could hear Emery in there talking to her so I went in there and this is what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/ST7cYORgmaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mKJMeqahB0M/s1600-h/DSCN3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277898122031307170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/ST7cYORgmaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mKJMeqahB0M/s320/DSCN3946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Emery's most favorites things is to be read to! Now she is passing that on to Maycie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2028193427260660690?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2028193427260660690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2028193427260660690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2028193427260660690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2028193427260660690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/ST7cYORgmaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mKJMeqahB0M/s72-c/DSCN3946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4263625451162018044</id><published>2008-12-09T09:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:37.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May your Merry be CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this time of year! I am sure we all do. But I think this year has been a bit hard for people to get into the Spirit of Christmas considering the crisis that surrounds us. Although times are tough we can still do much to enjoy this time of year. Especially by just being together with friends and family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year for our Relief Society Christmas Dinner our presidency decided to take Christmas to a few women in our ward that are not able to make it out!! We decorated a few small trees and took them baskets filled with all sorts of gifts and goodies! I was able to go to the home of a dear sweet woman who, despite being able to get out because of a recent surgery and stroke, made each of the women in the ward a Christmas pin to wear at the party! She also makes baby blankets for every baby that is born in our ward (I think there were somewhere around 17 or 18 this year!) What a humbling experience it was to go to her home and thank her for her love and service. Then to sing carols to her as she cried and was able to feel the Spirit of Christmas with us was an experience to remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This past weekend we went to The First Annual Spring Hill Christmas Parade! We bundled up and brought hot chocolate to sip as we watched the floats and bands go by! Although it was nothing like the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade there was something just SPECTACULAR about it to me! Just so much warmth and love was around as everyone went by saying MERRY CHRISTMAS!! And because we live in the South there were many floats that said 'Jesus saves" and "Jesus Loves" and there were church choirs on their floats singing, and many of the floats had nativity scenes. The reason I bring this up is because while watching this go by I sat next to a friend that just moved here from Massachusetts and was taken away by the way people so FREELY spoke of Christmas! She said that people there(Mass.) are offended if you say the word "Christmas"! It is called the Winter Holiday! After that I couldn't help but say Merry Christmas to everyone that went by! Although we may not be of the same faith as most of these people we all come together in celebrating the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so grateful for these wonderful experience I have already been able to have and we are still a few weeks away from Christmas day! I think this will definitely be a Christmas to remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4263625451162018044?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4263625451162018044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4263625451162018044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4263625451162018044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4263625451162018044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/12/may-your-merry-be-christmas.html' title='May your Merry be CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-383069973082750109</id><published>2008-11-28T14:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:51:22.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Turn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/STBXC3LHtoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NKNGuF7Rvxk/s1600-h/DSCN3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273810870332798594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/STBXC3LHtoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NKNGuF7Rvxk/s320/DSCN3921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Scott mentioned yesterday, Emery was sick throwing up yesterday. Well, now it is our turn!! Scott and I are both down on the couch. Emery was so excited to feel better so that she could go to Gram's house to eat TURKEY and play with cousins today. When we told her that we were sick and wouldn't be able to go she was upset but then she decided to be the doctor and take care of Daddy. What a sweet girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-383069973082750109?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/383069973082750109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=383069973082750109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/383069973082750109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/383069973082750109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-turn.html' title='Our Turn!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/STBXC3LHtoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NKNGuF7Rvxk/s72-c/DSCN3921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3699258301281832915</id><published>2008-11-27T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:03:59.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>As I woke up this morning I thought about being thankful and the things I am thankful for. I am thankful for a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loving wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who is a great mother to my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two beautiful daughters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As I was reflecting on this, Emery walked through the door saying that she threw up in her sleep. The next hour was then dedicated to giving baths, changing sheets, soaking clothes, and doing the laundry. As funny as it may sound, I am thankful for opportunities like these where I can care for someone else. Parenthood is one of the greatest services around. I am grateful for &lt;strong&gt;my parents&lt;/strong&gt; and the countless times that they cleaned up after me and cared for me. I am grateful for &lt;strong&gt;Tasha's parents and family&lt;/strong&gt;. From the first day I walked into their home I knew that I was part of the family. I am thankful for a wife that loves me and puts up with me on a daily basis. I am grateful for two wonderful daughters that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;light up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I walk in the door from a hard day at work. Most of all, I am grateful for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...without it, none of these things would be so amazing and inspiring. Thanks to all on this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Thanksgiving!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3699258301281832915?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3699258301281832915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3699258301281832915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3699258301281832915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3699258301281832915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4849985654640614055</id><published>2008-11-19T13:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:22:15.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SSRtB-OjPRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X750Uxuf0WQ/s1600-h/Chuckycheese1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270457344581647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SSRtB-OjPRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X750Uxuf0WQ/s320/Chuckycheese1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to a lady the other day whose kids are grown and don't live near. She told me to just enjoy this time in my life because it will soon be gone. She said that it was the happiest time of her life and when she looks around her house that has everything always neat and in order she wishes that kids would come and mess it up!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't get that off my mind. We are busy and often times feel like we can't keep up! But this is truly the HAPPIEST time of my life! I have a wonderful husband who loves me more than I thought a person could be loved. And I have 2 BEAUTIFUL girls who are so full of LIFE! I would not trade these 3 precious souls for ANYTHING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4849985654640614055?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4849985654640614055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4849985654640614055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4849985654640614055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4849985654640614055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SSRtB-OjPRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X750Uxuf0WQ/s72-c/Chuckycheese1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4139851579035568953</id><published>2008-11-08T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:19:26.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Autumn Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SRWecPpA__I/AAAAAAAAAQI/l4aLbol9yGA/s1600-h/DSCN3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266289547351752690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SRWecPpA__I/AAAAAAAAAQI/l4aLbol9yGA/s320/DSCN3853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We opened the blinds this morning and this is what we saw! We love the Fall here in Tennessee because there are trees &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EVERYWHERE!!&lt;/span&gt; We are especially grateful to have a beautiful treeline in our backyard. About a month ago I was teaching Emery about the seasons and this week anytime we drive anywhere she says &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Mom the trees are FALL!!"&lt;/span&gt; She loves to see the beauty of the changing leaves.&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Notice our wood pile is almost gone. My wonderful husband just went this morning to go chop us some firewood for the winter. It is starting to get cold and we are going to need it soon! We love having a wood burning fireplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4139851579035568953?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4139851579035568953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4139851579035568953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4139851579035568953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4139851579035568953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-autumn-time.html' title='It&apos;s Autumn Time!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SRWecPpA__I/AAAAAAAAAQI/l4aLbol9yGA/s72-c/DSCN3853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5667188721918105258</id><published>2008-11-06T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:11:05.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes it is True!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;                   Gas is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;$1.95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s401.photobucket.com/albums/pp98/natashallen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=party1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i401.photobucket.com/albums/pp98/natashallen/party1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5667188721918105258?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5667188721918105258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5667188721918105258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5667188721918105258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5667188721918105258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-it-is-true.html' title='Yes it is True!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-634952591573880188</id><published>2008-11-06T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:25:13.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebekah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SRMaH7CZGUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H1ABXxNHM-A/s1600-h/DSCN3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265581112735373634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SRMaH7CZGUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H1ABXxNHM-A/s320/DSCN3260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emery and Rebekah at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Emery and I were talking about our feelings and how to express them. We talked about how we need to use our words to communicate the way we feel. And then we talked about friends and how they make us feel happy. I had a little cutout of 2 girls holding hands. I told her that one of them was her and the other was one of her friends and she could draw their faces and clothes, etc. She chose Rebekah to be her “friend”. She drew a happy face on herself and said that she is happy when she is with Rebekah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah is Emery's cousin who is 9 years old. Rebekah is so sweet! She plays with Emery and takes very good care of Maycie. She just absolutely loves my kids and they love her back! Thank you Rebekah! You are going to be such a wonderful mother one day. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-634952591573880188?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/634952591573880188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=634952591573880188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/634952591573880188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/634952591573880188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/11/rebekah.html' title='Rebekah'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SRMaH7CZGUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H1ABXxNHM-A/s72-c/DSCN3260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1185541371695681842</id><published>2008-11-01T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:09:02.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd Think We Love Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We are Halloweened out! We had a lot of Halloween Festivities this year. We went to the zoo for their Halloween celebrations, then the Pumpkinfest in Franklin, and we had a little Halloween party at our house, and we went to our ward Trunk-or-Treat!! FUN TIMES!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263886918455655618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SQ0VQ1hf_MI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xWZ-tTXosKQ/s320/DSCN3821.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Pumpkin Pancakes for Halloween Breakfast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263888510425523522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SQ0WtgEsZUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KOvvySg0b1o/s320/HalloweenZoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Ghouls at Grassmere (Nashville Zoo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;While here Emery saw a "Friendly Ghost" and said "Look Mom! It's the Holy Ghost!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263888905533364162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SQ0XEf9vl8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/R9Xk80XY9e4/s320/pumpkinfest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The PumkinFest in Downtown Franklin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263889953833621618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SQ0YBhMAGHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SswNeOvRZnE/s320/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a Halloween Party with Emery's friends. I let Emery pick the food that we made. We made Mummy Hotdogs, Spider Crackers, and Monster Mouths. Emery was very proud of her work!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1185541371695681842?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1185541371695681842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1185541371695681842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1185541371695681842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1185541371695681842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/11/youd-think-we-love-halloween.html' title='You&apos;d Think We Love Halloween'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SQ0VQ1hf_MI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xWZ-tTXosKQ/s72-c/DSCN3821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3372464524913039836</id><published>2008-10-30T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:57:50.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween-Eve!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SQpy58YiAAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D2AR3LAUD6c/s1600-h/DSCN3817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145454322974722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SQpy58YiAAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D2AR3LAUD6c/s320/DSCN3817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this not HILARIOUS!?! We were at Kroger tonight getting ready for our little Halloween Party tomorrow and we found this Binky for $2!! I just couldn't pass it up. At first Emery freaked out but then I told her it was just silly and she couldn't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful Halloween! We are having a little party at our house with some friends. And then at night we are off to our ward Fall Festival/Chili Cook-Off!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3372464524913039836?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3372464524913039836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3372464524913039836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3372464524913039836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3372464524913039836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-eve.html' title='Happy Halloween-Eve!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SQpy58YiAAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D2AR3LAUD6c/s72-c/DSCN3817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4047331600332796080</id><published>2008-10-21T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:33:29.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grocery Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you guess how much all these groceries cost me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259644064563206898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SP4CaPFIGvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VwEJXWRlhGo/s320/DSCN3804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I just joined The Grocery Game this week! I have been hearing about it and how it helps people save a lot on their Grocery bill  and thought that I might give it a try. I paid just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;$14.06&lt;/span&gt; before tax for all of these items. A savings of $49.32.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are interested in saving money on your groceries I suggest that you check out &lt;a href="http://www.thegrocerygame.com/"&gt;www.thegrocerygame.com&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Check out the website and if you decide to sign up please put me down for a referral: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:natasha@charter.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;natasha@charter.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4047331600332796080?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4047331600332796080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4047331600332796080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4047331600332796080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4047331600332796080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/10/grocery-game.html' title='The Grocery Game'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SP4CaPFIGvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VwEJXWRlhGo/s72-c/DSCN3804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3912672395888912124</id><published>2008-10-06T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:34:53.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELSEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a shout out to my sister, Kelsey, who turned 18 today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't she just Gorgeous!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOp0Gjc5QuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l1cxtD9DSII/s1600-h/n730911993_1401854_4856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254139571225576162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOp0Gjc5QuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l1cxtD9DSII/s320/n730911993_1401854_4856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelsey was crowned Provo High School Homecoming Queen 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish I could have been there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELSEY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOp0CG766dI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GVmtOsMwAxc/s1600-h/n730911993_1401854_4856.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3912672395888912124?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3912672395888912124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3912672395888912124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3912672395888912124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3912672395888912124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-kelsey.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELSEY'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOp0Gjc5QuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l1cxtD9DSII/s72-c/n730911993_1401854_4856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5305152156304273006</id><published>2008-10-06T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:42:56.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebrations!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SOqGRp81mGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-Xk1GxsEnHM/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254159553158027362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SOqGRp81mGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-Xk1GxsEnHM/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emery just turned 3 and it has been a weekend of Celebrations!! We had Kinzy and Kaylie sleep over on Friday night so they could come with us to the Country Ham Festival. Saturday morning (Emery's birthday) we woke up and had our Traditional Pancake Breakfast!! Then Emery opened a few presents; a bike from us and a Barbie from Kinzy and Kaylie! After that we were off to the Country Ham Fest. We spent all morning there and the kids had a blast playing games, giong on train rides, getting their faces painted, doing Karaoke (check out previous post), going down the big blow up slide, decorating pumpkins, and much more.... ALL FOR FREE!! Then we ate lunch and enjoyed Deep Fried Oreos! After that the kids begged us to take them home and have naps. We watched the afternoon session of Conference while they slept. We told Emery that she could choose any place to eat for dinner since it was her birthday and she chose SAM'S CLUB!! Funny I know but she absolutely loves their pizza!! Then on Sunday night we had a birthday party with "PUPCAKES" and ice cream with Scott's family! She was so spoiled but it was fun!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOpq6BEmYVI/AAAAAAAAADg/L9XtJZWJpyM/s1600-h/Emery3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOprGRoJB_I/AAAAAAAAADw/95uaZQu7WIs/s1600-h/pajamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOpsmaDhTGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cBOn0dpcKXY/s1600-h/Emery3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254131322366020706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOpsmaDhTGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cBOn0dpcKXY/s200/Emery3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOpsmvJbFtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BUvDESXAv04/s1600-h/HamFest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254131328027924178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOpsmvJbFtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BUvDESXAv04/s200/HamFest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOpsnUSihZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YZaI7UsLqno/s1600-h/pajamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254131337998271890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SOpsnUSihZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YZaI7UsLqno/s200/pajamas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5305152156304273006?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5305152156304273006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5305152156304273006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5305152156304273006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5305152156304273006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-celebrations.html' title='Birthday Celebrations!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SOqGRp81mGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-Xk1GxsEnHM/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-8726375250510693796</id><published>2008-10-04T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:07:29.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Star!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bb26eba447679a9" 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://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bb26eba447679a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4614991F13ACD1854E1FF78700C6B8474C31EB7B.7C9C4009E1A68EE1D794555B8A2BAF9736DF7C5E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bb26eba447679a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc489YmcjmAWTpYMWN3JGKWLqpdY&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://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bb26eba447679a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4614991F13ACD1854E1FF78700C6B8474C31EB7B.7C9C4009E1A68EE1D794555B8A2BAF9736DF7C5E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bb26eba447679a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc489YmcjmAWTpYMWN3JGKWLqpdY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Today was Emery's 3rd Birthday and we went to the Spring Hill Country Ham Festival. They had a little Karaoke stage for the kids so we asked Emery if she would want to do it. She immediatley, without hesitation, picked the song "The Start of Something New" from High School Musical. Not knowing if she would even go up on stage I prepped her by telling her that when they call her name then she can go up there and sing that song. Sure enough she &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;confidently went up there and sang &lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt; word! The DJ was so surprised and was asking us if she was 4 and we told him that she turned 3 today! So when she was done he got up there and this was the conversation&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DJ: "Is today a special day for you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emery: "Mhmm, IT'S MY DIRDAY(birthday)!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DJ: "How old are you today?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emery: "2!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DJ: "Close, just add 1"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emery: "I'm 'Free'(three)!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the DJ invited everyone to join him in singing Happy Birthday to Emery!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253514889253980610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SOg79Rw1icI/AAAAAAAAAPY/p76GZ7xeg-k/s320/DSCN3765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-8726375250510693796?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1bb26eba447679a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/8726375250510693796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=8726375250510693796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8726375250510693796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/8726375250510693796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-little-star.html' title='Our Little Star!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SOg79Rw1icI/AAAAAAAAAPY/p76GZ7xeg-k/s72-c/DSCN3765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6968246615201006972</id><published>2008-10-03T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:20:59.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have the Last 2 Months Gone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SObEo4MbEeI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ir3UZ8d4YAM/s1600-h/DSCN3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253102221932564962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SObEo4MbEeI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ir3UZ8d4YAM/s320/DSCN3719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As hard as it is for me to believe our Little Maycie is already 2 months old! What a joy she has been for us. She has been such a sweet, huggable, lovable baby. From smiling since she was 2 weeks old to sleeping 8-9 hours at night we couldn't ask for a better baby! We just took her in to the doctor for her 2 month check-up and she tops the charts for height and weight! You Go Girl!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few Highlights of the past 2 months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253135004706042466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SObidFiscmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YBlwsie5c0I/s320/MaycieBlessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We Blessed Maycie when she was just 1 week old so that my whole family could be there! She was really smiling big for the pictures after. Too bad the lighting on my camera wasn't very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253140878268088738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SObny-RAwaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TO0vbMpLYqA/s320/Maycie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Family drove out from Utah to see Maycie when she was born!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253143350575740354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SObqC4VFtcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pmC1SdqMRqU/s320/Sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SISTERS!! Emery is so good to Maycie and is constantly giving her hugs and kisses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister Sharalee had her baby on Sept. 18. Kyle Brennan Nabrotzky was 7 lb 6 oz, 21.5". We were able to enjoy Mama Sharon for a few weeks again. And we also got a short sweet visit from Aunt Sherice. We were just spoiled by them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253146516891662690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SObs7LxoeWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ROWQpmwDCBA/s320/DSCN3643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All this and we are EXHAUSTED!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6968246615201006972?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6968246615201006972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6968246615201006972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6968246615201006972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6968246615201006972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-have-last-2-months-gone.html' title='Where Have the Last 2 Months Gone??'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SObEo4MbEeI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ir3UZ8d4YAM/s72-c/DSCN3719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4468994645945622969</id><published>2008-09-04T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:25:03.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ok, so Emery has always been one to join me in any task I am doing and loves being a "Big Helper". I have always encouraged this even though sometimes, as most moms would know, it tends to make more work for me. I just figured I would teach her now because most kids probably go through a stage of wanting to be "BIG" and then it just kind of gets old. Well tonight I was in the bathroom fixing my hair and Emery came in and told me that she &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Put all the things away".&lt;/span&gt; So I asked her "what things?" and as I said that I looked up and she was holding an empty laundry basket that before that was full of folded clothes. I did not doubt that she put everything away but just to make sure I asked her to show me where she put everything. She then proceeded to show me where she put her &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, her &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt;, Maycie's &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;birpcloths&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Out of all that laundry the only thing that she didn't put in the right place was her dress but that was because her dress hangs in the closet and she can't reach so she put it in the drawer where the rest of her play clothes are. So how's that for a responsible &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 year old&lt;/span&gt;?? Ok, so she'll be 3 next month, but still!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just a proud Mommy moment&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4468994645945622969?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4468994645945622969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4468994645945622969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4468994645945622969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4468994645945622969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-helper.html' title='My Little Helper'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-9170204346605945690</id><published>2008-09-03T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:54:58.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SL6XC7lhgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/dHSnafJMhcE/s1600-h/DSCN3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241793092916445554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SL6XC7lhgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/dHSnafJMhcE/s320/DSCN3569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had a chance to sit down and blog about the delivery of our sweet new bundle of joy, Maycie!! As many of you know Maycie was a week late. I was given the option to be induced up to a week before her due date but my body had shown NO signs of getting ready for labor so I didn't want to chance something happening because I wasn't ready. My doctor said that the latest he could schedule an induction was 10 days after the due date so we went ahead and scheduled it for then in hopes that I would just go into labor on my own before then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 2 days after my due date I went in to the doctor and still NO signs of labor; no effacing, no dilating... the next day my mom came in town and that night I started having some contractions but then they went away for a few more days... Five days after my due date I went in to the doctor and there was good news I had actually dilated to a 2!! I was induced 8 days late with Emery because I had not dilated or effaced so this was a big deal that I had progress without being induced!! Well 2 more days passed with a few contractions here and there... by this time I was starting to feel a little frustrated because I knew that there were only a few days until I would be induced and I really wanted to go into labor on my own! It was Saturday and it seemed like such a long day... We went through the daily routine of get a shower, eat, get a nap just in case I go into labor! Sharalee called in the afternoon and had the great idea to go out on a date that night to get our minds off of it. So my sister Emily watched all the kids so that Sharalee, Steve, my mom, Scott and I could go out for dinner. We decided to go to Outback for dinner and made a reservation for 7:15. On the way there we stopped to drop Steve's computer off to get repaired and while waiting for him I started feeling a few contractions but just kind of disregarded them. We got to Outback soon after that and while we were waiting to be seated the contractions really started coming on strong! Even though we had a reservation we sat there for 20 minutes and were still not seated. I decided that we should probably just go because the contractions were coming strong and often. We left Outback with our mouths watering and decided to run somewhere quick and get take out! We had seen a friend drive by while we were driving to Outback so Steve called him and he came to take Steve home to watch the kids and the rest of us were off to the hospital! We go to the hospital by 8:30 and they were VERY busy! We sat down to get checked in and another couple was right behind us and there were 2 more people in the ER getting ready to come up so the lady was trying to keep it all organized. We finally got back to triage probably 30 minutes later and by 9:30 they were able to check me and I was dilated to a 5-6. So they got me a room quite quickly and we asked for an epidural right away! By this time the contractions were very strong but I was able to endure them pretty well. When we got to our room we were trying to get my mom, Sharalee and Kris (Scott's mom) back there because they were going to watch the birth but the nurses said to wait until I got the epidural because they would have to be out of the room for that anyway! Well I wished we told them where my room was anyway because they were so busy at the hospital that I didn't get my epidural until around 10:30. And up until that point they were dying waiting in the waiting room. We were calling and texting them with all the updates but were afraid that they were almost going to miss it all!! By the time I got the epidural and they all got back there with us the nurse checked me again and I was dilated to 8-9. So they prepped the room to deliver and call the doctor! Once the epidural started kicking in I was quite relieved but was feeling a lot of pressure and knew the baby was coming soon. While waiting for the doctor get there everyone was making guesses on what time the baby would come and how much she would weigh. It seemed like it took forever for the doctor to get there because I kept feeling a lot of pressure when the contractions came and it was making me nervous. The doctor got there at about 11:20 and got all scrubbed up and then when we starting getting ready to push I just stopped having contractions. Of Course!! It wasn't very long before they got going again and I was able to start pushing. I did not have to push much before the baby was born at 11:42 PM on August 2, 2008. And we were all SHOCKED at how much she weighed!! Even the doctor and nurse after seeing her before they put her on the scale guessed 8 1/2 pounds (they deliver babies often and usually come within a few ounces of what the baby weighs). But our little Maycie was a whopping 9 lb 7 oz!! Welcome Baby Maycie!! We love you! And thank you to Scott, Mom, Sharalee, and Kris for being there to be a great support!! And also to Tom (Scott's dad) who was so anxiously waiting in the waiting room!! I've never seen such a proud Pop as when he walked in the room to see his newly born granddaughter! .... PRECIOUS MOMENTS like this will never be forgotten! I know that my Heavenly Father knows what is best for me. It took a lot of patience to wait and see if I would go into labor on my own. But in the end the timing couldn't have been better. Sharalee was back from Mindy's wedding, mom was in town, and it was the weekend so Steve could watch the kids so Sharalee could be there. As hard as some days were that week I still felt a lot of peace in the decisions we had so prayerfully made to schedule the induction later. And we didn't even have to wait that long!&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/8010318342395502179-9170204346605945690?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/9170204346605945690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=9170204346605945690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/9170204346605945690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/9170204346605945690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/09/delivery.html' title='The Delivery'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SL6XC7lhgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/dHSnafJMhcE/s72-c/DSCN3569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-94712469280834364</id><published>2008-08-19T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:25:40.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME OF OUR LIVES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok! So I haven't been keeping anyone up-to-date with pics of the Baby Girl... SORRY!! I have just been enjoying the time that I have had with my family here! My mom, Emily and David have been here for 3 weeks and the rest of the fam joined them for the last week of that!! I was able to sleep as late as I wanted, there was always someone for Emery to play with, someone to hold the baby and not a meal to worry about!! I would have to say that I have been very spoiled!! It was such a great time but now we have to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has been gone for 2 days and I already can't wait until we see them again!! It was wonderful to see the way that my sisters and brother interact with Emery and Maycie. Everyone just loved on Baby Maycie! And I just can't help but smile every time I think of Emery laughing at Kelsey, playing play doh with David, Making Pizza with Emily, picking blueberries with Cammie, Kimberly cheering Emery on when she goes potty, and Emery giving hugs to her Papa Howie and Mama Sharon! And yes Mama Sharon even though you didn't get much attention after all of Emery's Aunt's arrived I am more than grateful for all the time you sacrificed to be here with us!! We love you and Miss you ALL!! Thank you for EVERYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-94712469280834364?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/94712469280834364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=94712469280834364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/94712469280834364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/94712469280834364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-of-our-lives.html' title='TIME OF OUR LIVES!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6790357324709510397</id><published>2008-08-19T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:34:47.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Get Sweeter Than This!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-243985194b8f821f" 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://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D243985194b8f821f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57DA3AA82F5135E7F63EB82DF5F184D06406E793.2CCE2BB6E6467482F2FF105EB7050EEA39D5CAFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D243985194b8f821f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXtLCYbIjb9klKxWymKWvjzEOcyo&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://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D243985194b8f821f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57DA3AA82F5135E7F63EB82DF5F184D06406E793.2CCE2BB6E6467482F2FF105EB7050EEA39D5CAFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D243985194b8f821f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXtLCYbIjb9klKxWymKWvjzEOcyo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been so fun to see how Emery has been with a new little one around. A few of our favorite things have been:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* On the way home from the hospital Emery was so excited and with a huge smile said " Mommy Dr. Thomas got Baby Maycie out!! Now you can run and now you can bend over!!" It is amazing how observant our little 2 year old is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* Before Maycie was born we were prepping Emery and saying that she can be a big helper and get diapers for mommy, etc. So every time I even mention that Maycie has a dirty diaper Emery is right there with a fresh one!! It has been 2 1/2 weeks and she is still going strong. I thought it would have faded by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;* Emery has asked me a few times if Maycie can talk yet because she said when Maycie learns how to talk she wants to teach her how to say "Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6790357324709510397?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=243985194b8f821f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6790357324709510397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6790357324709510397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6790357324709510397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6790357324709510397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-doesnt-get-sweeter-than-this.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Get Sweeter Than This!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2528825097244408246</id><published>2008-08-05T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:00:53.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231063365916689554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SJh4ansGBJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kEiwZjf4Oc8/s320/DSCN3576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SJh49kqhx4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/tg1n_SIaG6U/s1600-h/DSCN3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231063966400235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SJh49kqhx4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/tg1n_SIaG6U/s320/DSCN3535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few pictures to please all of you that are dying to see our little Maycie Cheyenne. She was 9 lbs 7 oz. and 21 inches long. Mother and baby are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2528825097244408246?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2528825097244408246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2528825097244408246' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2528825097244408246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2528825097244408246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SJh4ansGBJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kEiwZjf4Oc8/s72-c/DSCN3576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3663812687763538452</id><published>2008-08-01T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:01:19.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Nights, Doctors Appointments, and Still No Baby!</title><content type='html'>Like the title of this blog states, there is still &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no baby&lt;/span&gt;. We do like to have you hanging in suspense wondering if Maycie has arrived yet, but I (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt;) have taken over the blogging &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"wheel"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the time being. Tasha is having a lot of contractions and is definitely ready to have this baby. We both feel like it could happen anytime over the weekend, but nothing is for sure. If Maycie decides to be strong-willed, then we may have to wait to be induced on Tuesday. We will be sure post as many pictures of our new little girl as soon as she arrives. So as we continue to enjoy our &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;late nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doctors appointments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just remember to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;keep Tasha in your prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3663812687763538452?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3663812687763538452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3663812687763538452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3663812687763538452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3663812687763538452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/08/late-nights-doctors-appointments-and.html' title='Late Nights, Doctors Appointments, and Still No Baby!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6213726268310499595</id><published>2008-07-26T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:39:44.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Due Date and Still no Maycie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SIu1f7esz4I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bm_ta_4CZm0/s1600-h/DSCN3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227471352640622466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SIu1f7esz4I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bm_ta_4CZm0/s320/DSCN3489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do I look ready or what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6213726268310499595?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6213726268310499595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6213726268310499595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6213726268310499595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6213726268310499595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/07/due-date-and-still-no-maycie.html' title='Due Date and Still no Maycie'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SIu1f7esz4I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bm_ta_4CZm0/s72-c/DSCN3489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6112684551826389096</id><published>2008-07-24T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:25:32.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Cute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok, so this last week waiting for Maycie to get here has felt VERY long!! We were going to the pool almost every day but now it is so hot that swimming is almost unbearable. So I have been doing many projects to keep me busy and help time pass... I will post more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well today I decided that I would attempt to cut Emery's hair. We have been talking about doing it for awhile now to help even it out. Well my first attempt wasn't so great because I just kind of cut it all straight across. So I thought that we would just wait until this afternoon and take her in to the salon to have them give it a little shape. After about an hour of staring at it and hating it I thought that I would attempt to do it myself. I just wanted it to be shorter in the back than in front. Well this is what we ended up with!! I have to say that I am pretty proud of it. It isn't perfect but who would notice??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226663251460490786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SIjWiP_kBiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xe_jpWJ1CZY/s320/DSCN3478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226663251707274338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SIjWiQ6ZpGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0E-yrjX3Dik/s320/DSCN3473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SIjVWtnYFKI/AAAAAAAAABs/GAQYSJPTGPY/s1600-h/DSCN3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6112684551826389096?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6112684551826389096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6112684551826389096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6112684551826389096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6112684551826389096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-so-cute.html' title='Oh So Cute!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SIjWiP_kBiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xe_jpWJ1CZY/s72-c/DSCN3478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3375673561123660136</id><published>2008-07-17T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:10:55.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PREGO SISTERS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My sister Sharalee and I are both pregnant! It has been kind of fun being pregnant at the same time as her. I am due &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;July 26 (Girl)&lt;/span&gt; and she is due &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;September 26 (Boy)&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224138993638873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SH_evG0cmGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tgbNQlzYbh8/s320/DSCN3459.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really wanted to get this picture taken because we are both now showing and she left out of town until after I'm due. So we didn't want to miss the chance to get a picture together in case I have the baby before she gets back. Sharalee comes back and my mom gets here on July 29! So I am really kind of hoping that Maycie will wait until then to come. I think that the chances of that are good considering Emery was 8 days late and so far with 9 days left I have not made any progress. We will see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3375673561123660136?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3375673561123660136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3375673561123660136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3375673561123660136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3375673561123660136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/07/prego-sisters.html' title='PREGO SISTERS!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SH_evG0cmGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tgbNQlzYbh8/s72-c/DSCN3459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3606713115310112820</id><published>2008-07-15T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:32:37.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Fresh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Emery and I stopped by a local produce stand today on our way home from the pool to pick up some fresh produce for dinner tonight and tomorrow. Emery is such a lover of fruits and vegetables!! While we were there she helped me pick out cucumbers, tomatoes, green beans, and peaches! Yum! As soon as we got in the car she was begging me to eat the green beans, and could not understand why we would need to cook them first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, sure enough, we had been home for about an hour and Emery was being a bit too quiet so I went to find out what she was doing and she had helped herself to a HUGE tomato (she just ate the whole thing like an apple) and was about to take a bite of the cucumber!! She just could not help herself. She really loves garden fresh veggies!! We cannot wait until our garden is ready to pick and eat!! We already have lettuce and a few of our tomatoes are starting to turn red. Yahoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3606713115310112820?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3606713115310112820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3606713115310112820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3606713115310112820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3606713115310112820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-fresh.html' title='So Fresh!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7059823687964851619</id><published>2008-07-14T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:31:49.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Bad This Time!!</title><content type='html'>I am getting very excited and anxious to have this baby!! I only have a few weeks left and I am very uncomfortable and don't sleep well. All along this time I have been saying &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"at least I'm not swollen like I was last time".&lt;/span&gt; Well I couldn't really remember just how swollen I was when I was pregnant with Emery so I started looking through all of my pics and I did find a picture of my feet. I had forgotten just how bad it was!! This is a picture of my feet when I was 33 weeks pregnant with Emery. Just imagine what they looked like 8 weeks later when I finally had her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222861392824058066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SHtUw85hQNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jJ-p3w5VCM/s320/DSCN1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Needless to say, I can't complain too much because I have not even swelled at all this time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; I am just happy I don't look like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7059823687964851619?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7059823687964851619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7059823687964851619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7059823687964851619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7059823687964851619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-so-bad-this-time.html' title='Not So Bad This Time!!'/><author><name>Tasha Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__I4nO8Gm090/SHtUw85hQNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jJ-p3w5VCM/s72-c/DSCN1354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5552706415200691077</id><published>2008-07-02T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:26:28.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY POP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4216" width="380" height="189" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/415388.4e005d95d0b/feed.xml" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 100%" href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This weekend we celebrated Scott's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dad's 60th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;!! His mom planned a weekend for everyone to be here. Scott's brother and sister even came in from Ohio and South Carolina with all of their kids to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt; him. We were all at his house and surprised him Saturday morning when he came home from his bike ride. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He was just so happy that he was laughing and grinning from ear to ear!&lt;/span&gt; We took family pictures that morning and then in the evening we celebrated with everyone at &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Carrabba's for dinner&lt;/span&gt;. We spent all day Sunday together and on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Monday we went to the Lake for the day&lt;/span&gt;!! It was such a blast! We really enjoyed this wonderful weekend together building memories with everyone!! We love you Gram and Pop!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5552706415200691077?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5552706415200691077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5552706415200691077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5552706415200691077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5552706415200691077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-pop.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY POP!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6069047495814546070</id><published>2008-06-24T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:06:47.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Relief!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have this big closet in one of the rooms in our house and have never been able to use the space very well. The closet just had some cheap wire shelves that were not even wide enough to hold a rubbermaid container. And we also put a bookshelf in there to hold albums and games. So needless to say, everything that we tried to store in there ended up on the floor and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; the closet was just a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my wonderful FIL came to the rescue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He spent all last week building us the most wonderful shelves!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks Tom&lt;/span&gt;!! Now we feel nice and organized. I forgot to take a picture before we started cleaning out the closet but this will give you an idea of the before and after!! These pictures really don't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215524431606212754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SGFD1mdCaJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RpaVtaEKH6Q/s320/DSCN3338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215525429729110498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SGFEvswFKeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dr3u-1fbAVI/s320/DSCN3339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Notice all the EXTRA space!! We now have a spot for our food storage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6069047495814546070?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6069047495814546070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6069047495814546070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6069047495814546070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6069047495814546070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-relief.html' title='What a Relief!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SGFD1mdCaJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RpaVtaEKH6Q/s72-c/DSCN3338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1910154291967376907</id><published>2008-06-16T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:50:01.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;34 Weeks - 6 Weeks to go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SFZtieQ-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JKmJYvJER-Y/s1600-h/DSCN3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212474057735169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SFZtieQ-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JKmJYvJER-Y/s320/DSCN3335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realized that I have not been posting much about my pregnancy and how things are going. Everything is going great! Besides being quite tired, and having heartburn like never before I am doing great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1910154291967376907?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1910154291967376907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1910154291967376907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1910154291967376907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1910154291967376907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/06/34-weeks.html' title='34 WEEKS'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/SFZtieQ-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JKmJYvJER-Y/s72-c/DSCN3335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-161223278359793164</id><published>2008-06-03T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:49:59.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FORT MORGAN, AL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4216" width="380" height="189" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/394504.bfe5c35adcd/feed.xml" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 100%" href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We just got back from a wonderful trip to the Beach!!&lt;/span&gt; We went to a place just right outside Gulf Shores, AL called &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fort Morgan&lt;/span&gt;. We went with Scott's family and the Bickmore Family (close family friends). We stayed in a beach house on a very quiet private beach which made it all the better. We had fun searching for &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sea shells&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crabs&lt;/span&gt; and we even saw &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sting rays&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dolphins!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What an adventure it was for Emery&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think she has ever had so much fun in her life. It is so fun now that she is a little older to see her just so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy and excited&lt;/span&gt; to see and learn new things. After a few days of being at the beach there was a spot that the sand had washed up a lot and it was very shallow (it barely went to Emery's knees) about 25-30 feet out. So this was just a perfect spot for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Emery&lt;/span&gt; and her cousins to play. There were still waves but they were not rough enough to knock her over. Ever since we have been home she can't stop talking about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scott and Emery Boogie Boarding&lt;/span&gt;. At the end of the clip you can tell that it was very shallow, which made it hard to boogie board. It was a bit more deep the first few days that we were there and that's when we got some good boogie boarding time in. After that the sand started to wash up more and that made it shallow. This was our last day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e1c73cbd1c37a8a" 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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e1c73cbd1c37a8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D205F08C80AA78924205C1EC3B23037DDD21547D5.314B40B7D99DA603FEE7367F2288F32F364BDD4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e1c73cbd1c37a8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKdJUic2AJl9ou4vFh_vG1o4tXco&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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e1c73cbd1c37a8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D205F08C80AA78924205C1EC3B23037DDD21547D5.314B40B7D99DA603FEE7367F2288F32F364BDD4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e1c73cbd1c37a8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKdJUic2AJl9ou4vFh_vG1o4tXco&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-161223278359793164?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e1c73cbd1c37a8a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/161223278359793164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=161223278359793164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/161223278359793164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/161223278359793164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/06/fort-morgan-al.html' title='FORT MORGAN, AL'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7897310553386022136</id><published>2008-06-03T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:49:06.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE"RE BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know it has been way too long since I last posted!! I have just been a slacker at blogging. We have been so busy so I am not really going to "catch-up" but will just let you know of the recent goings on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7897310553386022136?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7897310553386022136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7897310553386022136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7897310553386022136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7897310553386022136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-back.html' title='WE&quot;RE BACK'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1436863540098417777</id><published>2008-03-25T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:47:57.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Whitney...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whitney Nelson December 10, 1986 - March 25,2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 760px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4215" width="760" height="189" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/344153.3dc84aa15eb/feed.xml" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 100%" href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R-kDMdn1dtI/AAAAAAAAANw/Oyubjphi6XI/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was one year ago today that my sister Whitney, who was 20 years old, passed away. This event has been on my mind a lot lately so I thought I would share some of my thoughts and feelings. This year has had its ups and downs for our family as we have tried to learn how to deal the loss of our loved one. There have been many happy moments as I recall the wonderful times that I had with Whitney and the wonderful, happy, bubbly person that she was. And then I have days that much heartache and sorrow are felt as I remember the events that occured. Although there have been many challenging days I feel so grateful for this experience because it has deeply strenghtended my testimony of the Plan of Salvation and knowing that I will be able to see her again. I know that Whitney is happy, and that she is near us cheering us on through our journeys in life. I love you Whitney!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Memories of Whitney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Her deep raspy voice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Her self-appointed middle name "Cheyenne". She wasn't given a middle name but she knew that my dad loved the name Cheyenne and wanted to name her that but my mom didn't like it. So she decided that she would just call herself Whitney Cheyenne anyway. Funny thing is: Whitney Cheyenne Nelson is on her diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Her passion for fashion and beauty. Whitney was a diva! She graduated from Dallas Roberts Hair Academy, worked at Banana Republic, and the MAC counter at Nordstrom.... NEED I SAY MORE!! She dreamed of living in New York and doing makeup for 'Stars'!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. The way that she could deeply express how she felt, whether happy or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Her quick wit and sense of humor. After her passing a friend of our family relayed this story to us: She was at one of Cammie's basketball games, wearing her Provo High Cheer clothes, cheering Cammie on and this lady turned to her and asked her why her family is so amazing and her response was "I can't tell you! It's our family secret!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. When we were in High School I can't tell you how hours Whitney spent helping me straighten my hair!! But it was the ritual that I remember the most. She would come down in my room at night and we would turn on The Wedding Planner and she would spend about an hour or longer straightening my long, curly, frizzy hair. Sometimes we would actually watch the movie and quote the lines but other times we would just chat. Then when she was done she usually wanted to just sleep in my room with me. GOOD TIMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Whitney and I one year took some summer school classes together. I just remember that we loved to go to Carl's Jr for breakfast whenever we saw the sign for Buy 1 Get 1 Breakfast Sandwiches. When we would go there we would get the sandwiches and then Whitney would always ask for an order of Criss-cut fries. It was not a breakfast item but they were always willing to cook some up, which Whitney loved since we knew they were VERY fresh!! It would take longer since they weren't already cooked and we would always go through the drive-thru and they would usually ask us to pull forward and they would bring them to us when they were done. So if we were running late Whitney couldn't order fries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;8. I remember one Halloween, in high school, that Whitney just really wanted to dress up and wanted me to dress up with her. She dressed up as a Barbie (Of Course!) and I didn't really have anything in mind for myself. Well Whitney really wanted to rat my hair so she had the "great idea" of having me just wear all black and paint my face white and she would rat my hair to make me just look like a scary Halloween something... We then just walked around the neighborhood knocking on a few neighbors doors just for fun!! I was actually a bit embarassed but Whitney always had a way of talking you into things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;9. Whitney loved Macaroni and Cheese, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WITH PEAS&lt;/span&gt;!! I don't know why this really stands out to me but I remember that Whitney loved to come home from school and make and eat a WHOLE box of Mac 'n Cheese &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WITH PEAS&lt;/span&gt; in it. That or Ramen Noodles. Well every time we eat Mac 'n Cheese we eat it &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WITH PEAS&lt;/span&gt;! And every time I eat it I think of her!! Funny thing is: when she passed away and we were going through some things in her room sure enough when we found her "Secret Stash" there was a box of EASY MAC!! Even when Whit was trying to eat good she still had to have her MAC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10. One other thing that makes me think of Whitney every single time I see it is SUSHI! She is the one that introduced me to it. She loved to go to this restaurant call Demai (sp?) on Tuesdays when Sushi was $2-$4/roll. One night when I was visiting Utah she went there with some friends and brought a roll home for me to try! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1436863540098417777?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1436863540098417777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1436863540098417777' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1436863540098417777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1436863540098417777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-memory-of-whitney.html' title='In Memory of Whitney...'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6007828127929393719</id><published>2008-03-24T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:15:30.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Celebrations!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We had a few fun festivities for Easter this year!!&lt;/span&gt; We went to Sharalee and Steve's for an Egg Party on Saturday. We colored and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;decorated eggs&lt;/span&gt;, and we &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;decorated and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; lots of cookies&lt;/span&gt;!! The we had a big Egg Hunt and then enjoyed and lunch of Egg Salad Sandwiches. Thanks to Everyone for a fun day!!&lt;br /&gt;Then on Easter day (my birthday) the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt; stopped by our house and Emery collected eggs from around the room. She just loved it!! The Easter Bunny knew that Emery had been eating too much candy lately so he left her: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fruit snacks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;goldfish cracker&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;raisins&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; juice boxes&lt;/span&gt;. To Emery this was still such a TREAT!! We do not often buy these things. Then of course we had to have a photo shoot of Emery all dressed up with her hair curled for Easter. That night we joined Sharalee and Steve again with friends and family to eat a yummy Easter dinner: Ham, Cheesey Potatoes, Green Bean Casserole, Spinach Salad, and Rolls. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YUM YUM&lt;/span&gt;!! Then we finished off with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strawberry cake with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cream Cheese&lt;/span&gt; Frosting&lt;/span&gt; to sing Happy Birthday to me. Thanks everyone!! It was a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 760px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4215" width="760" height="189" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/343798.0854d30036a/feed.xml" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 100%" href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6007828127929393719?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6007828127929393719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6007828127929393719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6007828127929393719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6007828127929393719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-celebrations.html' title='Easter Celebrations!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4726443634431398631</id><published>2008-03-05T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:09:53.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A GIRL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a53980deee22379" 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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a53980deee22379%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDB0E86FCE62A473ACA894321FE382C014331138.74A6E4EABE9224BA3B715E18ADA066C45C240CC6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a53980deee22379%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNDH3lan4hujw6rEONrJMq5GaqB0&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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a53980deee22379%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDB0E86FCE62A473ACA894321FE382C014331138.74A6E4EABE9224BA3B715E18ADA066C45C240CC6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a53980deee22379%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNDH3lan4hujw6rEONrJMq5GaqB0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Emery has been saying the whole time I've been pregnant that it is a girl and today we found out that she was right!! We are so excited to have&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 sweet little girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4726443634431398631?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a53980deee22379&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4726443634431398631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4726443634431398631' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4726443634431398631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4726443634431398631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-girl.html' title='IT&apos;S A GIRL!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1941126615075135139</id><published>2008-03-03T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:43:03.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We have a new addition to our family!! Today we brought home Lola, a Cairn Terrier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scott had a friend at work that was looking for a home for her. Someone had brought Lola in to the vet and said that they didn't want her anymore. Scott's friend brought her home and told us all about her. We have been wanting a dog but were going to wait a little longer. When we heard about her we decided that she seemed like she would be a good fit for us. She is a small house dog, 2 yrs old, potty trained, and easy going. The family that she came from had neglected her a bit and she is quite &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;. But we will make sure that she will be well fed and get some &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meat on those bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R8y1chpge7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/I0eepofyeRQ/s1600-h/DSCN2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R8y13Bpge8I/AAAAAAAAANY/LlazhTwrT2Q/s1600-h/DSCN2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173711347436780498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R8y3Dxpge9I/AAAAAAAAANg/Sci18zHThXo/s320/DSCN2983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173711356026715106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R8y3ERpge-I/AAAAAAAAANo/DMc9bvFccoo/s320/DSCN2980.JPG" border="0" /&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/8010318342395502179-1941126615075135139?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1941126615075135139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1941126615075135139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1941126615075135139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1941126615075135139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/03/lola.html' title='LOLA'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R8y3Dxpge9I/AAAAAAAAANg/Sci18zHThXo/s72-c/DSCN2983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5942726593058749114</id><published>2008-02-26T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:17:45.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of JOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My experiences being a mother and wife have been some of the best in my life!!&lt;/span&gt; Not a day goes by that I don't think of how truly blessed I am to have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;beautiful daughter&lt;/span&gt; and another child on the way!! I did not know that I could love someone, besides my wonderful husband Scott, as much as I love Emery. It really helps me to better understand the great love that our Heavenly Father has for each of us, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; Children.&lt;br /&gt;Today Emery and I had a few conversations that have made me cry tears of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all day!!&lt;br /&gt;First Conversation...&lt;br /&gt;First to set the scene: Emery and I were getting ready to eat breakfast and had just said a blessing on the food. (Emery said the prayer) When she finished there were a few short moments of silence and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emery: "Know Jesus?..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Yeah"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emery: " Jesus is in heaven. And "Whintey" in heaven. "Whintey" is in heaven with ours baby"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whitney is my sister who passed away last year in March. I don't know what triggered Emery to say that but it was just one of those moments that my heart just skipped a beat and I couldn't help but have those sweet tears of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I knew Scott had spent a lot of one on one time with Emery lately so I called him right away to tell him what she said and to ask if he had been talking to her about Whitney or the baby being in heaven. Neither of us had recently. We have told her about Whitney being in heaven but it has been awhile since we remember talking about it. But we were just amazed that she was able to put that together. Children are smarter than you think and they are so impressionable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emery seems to be quite smart. Mostly because her memory is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She will bring things up from months ago and remember so much about it. So my mom had suggested to me that we start teaching her to memorize poems and songs or something that will help keep her mind active. We decided that we would start teaching her the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Articles of Faith&lt;/span&gt;. We started with the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;First Article of Faith&lt;/span&gt; and talked about it for Family Home Evening. We kept reciting it with her whenever we remembered for a few weeks and she had gotten it down pretty good so we decided that we would move on. So last night for FHE we decided to start learning the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Second Article of Faith&lt;/span&gt; and we talked to Emery and taught her about what it meant. When we were reciting it we got to the word &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transgression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and told her that it was like a sin. And we told her that sins are things that we do wrong. Things that make Heavenly Father sad liked not being kind, etc.(we had to bring it down to her level) And when we do things wrong we need to say we are sorry and fix it. So this morning I was reciting it with her again and when we finished she said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't hit my friends. I say sorry my "gressions" huh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again another moment that brought those sweet tears of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She actually learned and understood the things that we taught her!! We are so very greatful to have such a great knowledge of a loving Heavenly Father and the plan that he set out for us to follow. He loves us even though we are not perfect. It is so wonderful to learn about and teach to our children the perfect example of His son Jesus Christ so that we can strive to become more like Him and to enjoy the blessing of being together as a family forever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5942726593058749114?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5942726593058749114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5942726593058749114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5942726593058749114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5942726593058749114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/02/tears-of-joy.html' title='Tears of JOY!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1749069887528401920</id><published>2008-02-15T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:24:27.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT!!</title><content type='html'>For &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt; my cousin and his friends did this for the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in their lives!! I just thought it was great!! Phillip is my cousin... his is the first one!! He is one of the most quiet, and reserved people I know. But after watching this I don't know any more!&lt;br /&gt;Just click on the link to view it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tothegirlsinourlives.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tothegirlsinourlives.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If this is not the cutest Valentines greeting I don't know what is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1749069887528401920?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1749069887528401920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1749069887528401920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1749069887528401920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1749069887528401920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1565847986250057488</id><published>2008-02-15T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:58:43.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Celebrations!!</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was growing that my parents always made Valentine's Day a very special day for us!! A lot of times they would make a fancy dinner and they would always have a special gift for us. SO Scott and I decided that we would try to make this a tradition in our family!! We did our special dinner the day before Valentine's Day because Scott was at school on Valentines day. Scott is always helping in the kitchen so I decided to make it a bit more special that I would just do it all to make it a surprise for him. We also decided to dress up to make it feel more special, especially for Emery. You can't tell because of the flash but it was a candlelight dinner(not lights)!! I planned it all out just right so that we could do it in courses and it would all be hot and fresh as I served it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167310407068916338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7X5cAmFmnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oHAWf79xnHE/s320/DSCN2935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started off with Course 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheese fondue with Multigrain French Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167310866630417026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7X52wmFmoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pGQ-f9juLhE/s320/DSCN2936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I brought out Course 2: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caesar Salad (Scott's FAVORITE!!) and I snuck away to put the Main Course in the oven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167311420681198226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7X6XAmFmpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BuOYQ59hgE4/s320/DSCN2938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Course 3: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York Strip Steak, Salmon, Steamed Veggies, and Baked Potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167311717033941666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7X6oQmFmqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4AbXYHAf30Y/s320/DSCN2939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Note: I had alread eaten the salmon before I remembered to take the picture!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Dipped Strawberries!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167312387048839858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7X7PQmFmrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Uf4O5w8pLP4/s320/DSCN2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned a lot making this dinner...I love to cook and try new things. This was all pretty easy. We just never go all out like this and learned that this was so much food!! We just ate a little bit of everything but none of us could eat everything served. Which actually was not bad because it made for some great leftovers!! But we enjoyed it very much!! It was a blast and we will definitely keep this tradition going!! At one point Scott commented, "Boy, you are way more Romantic than me!!" I just laughed. Scott can be romantic too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Valentines Day he woke and made me breakfast in bed, which I totally LOVE!! With it he brought me a little gift and a card. The card had this in it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167313383481252546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7X8JQmFmsI/AAAAAAAAANA/owJpz9oSupk/s320/DSCN2948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes it is a HUGE pin! He told me I had to wear it all day!! So I did, and with PRIDE! After I read the card he said, "I was looking through all the romantic cards and they were great! But, they're just not me. So when I saw this one I just had to get it!!" Scott also got me some perfume that I have been wanting. It is Dolce and Gabanna's Light Blue. This is what my sister Whitney wore and every time I smell it I think of her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1565847986250057488?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1565847986250057488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1565847986250057488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1565847986250057488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1565847986250057488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-celebrations.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Celebrations!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7X5cAmFmnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oHAWf79xnHE/s72-c/DSCN2935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-5182228269539758450</id><published>2008-02-13T11:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:05:01.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT SNOWED TODAY!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7Mv7AmFmmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CkRTXoXmVRY/s1600-h/DSCN2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166525888342628962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7Mv7AmFmmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CkRTXoXmVRY/s320/DSCN2928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just had to post this because this just makes me laugh!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a picture of our house this morning. We had been hearing on the news that there was a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSSIBILITY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;snow flurries this morning. So, when I woke up this morning I looked outside and sure enough there were flurries. Always when it is bad weather or snowing here everyone turns on the news to see if there are school closings. Sure enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO SCHOOL!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My family just always gets a laugh out of this because they live in Utah where this winter there has been 3-4 BIG snow storms a week and they have not had any school closings yet!! We don't often get snow here and don't have much equipment to keep the roads safe. There are a lot of back country roads that the busses and parents have to drive on to get the kids to school so really they just keep the safety of these people in mind when they are detemining the closings. They allow for something like 13 snow days before they have to make it up at the end of the year!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, needless to say, there are a lot of happy kids and teachers out there today that are just happy to have the day off!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Note: There was just a little bit more snow on the ground when I first woke up. This picture was taken about 30 min. after when I realized it was starting to melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-5182228269539758450?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/5182228269539758450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=5182228269539758450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5182228269539758450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/5182228269539758450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-snowed-today.html' title='IT SNOWED TODAY!?!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R7Mv7AmFmmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CkRTXoXmVRY/s72-c/DSCN2928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-4699070101654936864</id><published>2008-02-04T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:47:42.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>President Gordon B. Hinckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R6fcSo8dmoI/AAAAAAAAALw/S_PpA62swrs/s1600-h/hinckley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163337710590335618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R6fcSo8dmoI/AAAAAAAAALw/S_PpA62swrs/s320/hinckley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you may already know the President and Prophet of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Gordon B. Hinckley, passed away a week ago Sunday. This dedicated man was 97 years old, had a love for the word of God, and brightened the life of anyone he met. Ever since childhood I have had fond memories of President Hinckley giving inspired talks that have shaped the person I have become. When I turned 19 I had the great opportunity to serve as a full-time missionary in Salt Lake City, Utah. This put me close to all the action! One of my favorite quotes came when he visited our mission and told us, "Don't be stupid!" Besides that profound doctrine I have learned many great things from this man. He is an example for anyone to follow. He was a hard worker with a determination to get the job done. His list of accomplishments is to long to list. His love for those he came in contact with was too strong to be measured. In short, throughout his life, he emulated the life of our Savior Jesus Christ. I myself have taken on a covenant to follow Christ and to strive to be like Him. I know that as I do, I may also have opportunities to bless the lives of others. I encourage you to read more about the life of Gordon B. Hinckley and see for yourself the great life he led, and maybe you will see how he has changed mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-4699070101654936864?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/4699070101654936864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=4699070101654936864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4699070101654936864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/4699070101654936864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/02/president-gordon-b-hinckley.html' title='President Gordon B. Hinckley'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R6fcSo8dmoI/AAAAAAAAALw/S_PpA62swrs/s72-c/hinckley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7926011092292995605</id><published>2008-02-04T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:45:52.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DONH655IR1E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DONH655IR1E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-7926011092292995605?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7926011092292995605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7926011092292995605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7926011092292995605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7926011092292995605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-thank-thee-o-god-for-prophet_04.html' title='We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet...'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6061532232148108341</id><published>2008-01-16T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:21:28.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE IN THE OVEN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are finally past our first trimester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and are so excited to announce that we are expecting a new little one in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We feel so blessed to be able to have another child. We have been reading baby books with Emery to help her try to understand that she is going to be a big sister. I don't think that she will really understand everything until the baby is actually born. But she loves to sing to the baby and talks about how the baby eats through the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "bela-cord". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Only in the South...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At our last Doctor's Appointment I was talking to the doctor about not being able to sleep at night and he was giving us some suggestions for that. He runs a Christian Based Practice so he told us that he knows we are people of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAITH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and to use that to our advantage. He told me that the LORD is very real and I should be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PRAYERFUL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He also suggested that when I am awake at night that I can read the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOK of PSALMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and that I can feel a lot of peace when I do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YA GOTTA LOVE THE SOUTH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know of anywhere else that your doctor will give you that kind of advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6061532232148108341?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6061532232148108341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6061532232148108341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6061532232148108341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6061532232148108341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-in-oven.html' title='ONE IN THE OVEN!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6309258663903895155</id><published>2007-12-08T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:49:51.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were invited to an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party and were so determined to find just the right sweaters to wear. All 3 of us found sweaters with bears on them (that was kind of our family theme). Well Scott knew all along that he want to find one that was too small just for greater effects. He found one that was a Women's Medium. It was perfect. And he won the "Most Ilfit Award" and was given an exercise wheel. He demonstrated for every how it works. Oh and notice his yucky mustache. I could not take him seriously with that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141674843354903970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R1rmBzy7NaI/AAAAAAAAAII/r1eTc0kPoHM/s320/DSCN2746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141674851944838578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R1rmCTy7NbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZkX2k3FHNhM/s320/DSCN2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141674864829740498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R1rmDDy7NdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ngjLdqWynEw/s320/DSCN2749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141676067420583394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R1rnJDy7NeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ENP2uhTvYZg/s320/DSCN2741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141676084600452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R1rnKDy7NfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LmoXgHWRXV8/s320/DSCN2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6309258663903895155?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6309258663903895155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6309258663903895155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6309258663903895155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6309258663903895155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugly-christmas-sweaters.html' title='UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R1rmBzy7NaI/AAAAAAAAAII/r1eTc0kPoHM/s72-c/DSCN2746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-7797037119951449019</id><published>2007-11-25T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:32:11.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVING THANKS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pMIGc008I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5Lj-kAr_7Ls/s1600-h/DSCN2712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137002027023651778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pMIGc008I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5Lj-kAr_7Ls/s320/DSCN2712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!! We visited Scott's sister Amy's(Egnew) family in North Carolina. It was a short and sweet visit since we left Wed. and came back Fri. The Egnews live on a little farm with a cow, 2 goats, and a bunch of chickens. I think that the neighbors Pot-Bellied Pig thinks he lives there too as he would frequently come to visit. The kids had so we had much fun feeding the animals our scraps from our Thanksgiving Dinner and chasing them around. And for some reason I never got pictures of anything except us feeding animals. Oh well!! We had a blast with all the family there. I will tell you that we have not laughed as hard as we did there in years. The Allen family knows how to have fun!! Oh I did get on picture of all the girl cousins together. The boys were nowhere to be found.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pJxWc006I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0Ec9ASs_9ak/s1600-h/DSCN2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136999437158372258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pJxWc006I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0Ec9ASs_9ak/s320/DSCN2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pG92c001I/AAAAAAAAAHI/53tRRZmH36w/s1600-h/DSCN2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136996353371853650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pG92c001I/AAAAAAAAAHI/53tRRZmH36w/s320/DSCN2675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pLjmc007I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zBQ1A4kArM8/s1600-h/DSCN2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137001399958426546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pLjmc007I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zBQ1A4kArM8/s320/DSCN2672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pIjGc005I/AAAAAAAAAHo/o1CPHTi35jc/s1600-h/DSCN2672.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/8010318342395502179-7797037119951449019?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/7797037119951449019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=7797037119951449019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7797037119951449019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/7797037119951449019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-thanks.html' title='GIVING THANKS!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/R0pMIGc008I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5Lj-kAr_7Ls/s72-c/DSCN2712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6097369888299532767</id><published>2007-11-17T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:52:59.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Mischief!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-kKGc00zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oNAKYaBaMpM/s1600-h/DSCN2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134002593662817074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-kKGc00zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oNAKYaBaMpM/s320/DSCN2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-kKGc00zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oNAKYaBaMpM/s1600-h/DSCN2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-kKGc00zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oNAKYaBaMpM/s1600-h/DSCN2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-kKGc00zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oNAKYaBaMpM/s1600-h/DSCN2550.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;Emery has really been keeping us on our toes!! She is very much a busy body, as most toddlers are. As posted before she is very intrigued by mommy's makeup. Luckily she has only gotten into it 1 time!! Well one day it was quiet a little bit too long so I went to go check and see what she was doing. Well, I could see all the traces of her along the way to the kitchen where she had pulled the chair to the sink and was "Keening". Now that wouldn't be so bad if she had only stuck to cleaning the dishes but she had taken the soapy sponge and tried to clean the couch, the TV, the carpet, you name she was cleaning it!! Everything that she "cleaned" had soapy bubbles all over it!! So of course that gave mom a lot of cleaning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-k8mc000I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fWKe3xrs70c/s1600-h/DSCN2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134003461246210882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-k8mc000I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fWKe3xrs70c/s320/DSCN2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One night recently, Sharalee came over with her girls to watch Emery so that I could go out with the Missionaries. When I got back Sharalee was leaving so I went outside with them to say goodbye. While Sharalee and I were chatting for a bit Emery had gone back in the house. It had been a few minutes so I ran inside real quick to see what she was doing. She was having a great time!! I asked her what she was doing and she said "I eat it, Chocolate!!" She had gotten herself a spoon and was digging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture of this next one but.... I teach piano lessons and while I teach Emery usually takes a nap or she will just play in her room. She really does pretty good. Well one day I had left her Humidifier out (I know this was really my fault!!) and she was curious and playing with it. She got water all over and instead of leaving it at that she pulled the filter out and shredded in a million pieces!! I just about died when I realized what had happened. But what do you do?? She is just curious!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6097369888299532767?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6097369888299532767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6097369888299532767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6097369888299532767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6097369888299532767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/miss-mischief.html' title='Miss Mischief!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-kKGc00zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oNAKYaBaMpM/s72-c/DSCN2550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-3039497505950769181</id><published>2007-11-17T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:17:08.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know!! Haloween was weeks ago. But I couldn't not post these cute pictures of our sweet little "Butterfly".  Just before Halloween we got together with our good friends Justen and Jonathan. We went to the pumpkin patch and picked out perfect pumpkins and brought them home to carve. This is what we came up with!! We had such a blast.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133997693105132274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-fs2c00vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jF1x6AEIt_Q/s320/DSCN2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A few days before Halloween we started talking to her about it and told her that she will dress up as a Butterfly and we will knock on our neighbors doors and say Trick-or-Treat, etc. Well that day finally came around and it only took 2 houses before she was pointing to each house saying "and that one, and that one, Trick-or-Treat!?!" She knew that as soon as she said that they would give her candy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133994252836328162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-ckmc00uI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DnT8WkUI3fg/s320/DSCN2645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emery got so much candy on Halloween!! She also got Play-Doh!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133997705990034178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-ftmc00wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ykbaIFqdOs4/s320/DSCN2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-3039497505950769181?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/3039497505950769181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=3039497505950769181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3039497505950769181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/3039497505950769181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Rz-fs2c00vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jF1x6AEIt_Q/s72-c/DSCN2637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2424123330320839097</id><published>2007-11-04T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:39:55.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UH OH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Ry50Xw-XHbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uNg4hL-k2kI/s1600-h/DSCN2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129164977253850546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Ry50Xw-XHbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uNg4hL-k2kI/s320/DSCN2662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emery got into mommy's makeup!! She got into the mascara and tried to put it on her eyes. Daddy put her in time out and after she got out we were telling her that she is beautiful without makeup and she said "Emery TUTE!!(cute)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2424123330320839097?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2424123330320839097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2424123330320839097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2424123330320839097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2424123330320839097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/uh-oh.html' title='UH OH!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Ry50Xw-XHbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uNg4hL-k2kI/s72-c/DSCN2662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-6127042947738939379</id><published>2007-11-02T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:02:31.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Family!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I just couldn't help but post these pictures. I think they are great!! In August Cammie came out for a last minute visit right before she started school. We had lots of fun!! While she was here we all went to Chuck E. Cheese together and we all tried to squeeze into the booth for pictures!! It was fun and we were determined to get a picture that all 8 of us were in. Needless to say it took about 10 tries to get 1 good one. These are a few of our favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RytTfA-XHVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mg5FnMLd4gI/s1600-h/003_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RytTeQ-XHUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2G3KEcbKHlo/s1600-h/002_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128287665759133058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RytWdg-XHYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mnji5q7IdRI/s320/003_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Top: Scott, Tasha, Emery, Sharalee, Steve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bottom: Cammie, Kinzy, Kaylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128288211219979666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RytW9Q-XHZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZxixYa5vKn4/s320/002_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128286488938093922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RytVZA-XHWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K3g16AFZcRc/s320/001_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RytTdg-XHTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wGw4KIbm4hM/s1600-h/001_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-6127042947738939379?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/6127042947738939379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=6127042947738939379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6127042947738939379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/6127042947738939379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-are-family.html' title='We Are Family!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RytWdg-XHYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mnji5q7IdRI/s72-c/003_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-215238134666254393</id><published>2007-11-01T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:34:55.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Never Seizes to Amaze Me!!</title><content type='html'>The other day Emery and I were in the car going to Publix (grocery shopping).  While we were driving there Emery was saying "Mama! Mama Look!!" So I looked in the mirror to see what she wanted and she was putting her thumbs and pointer fingers together in a triangle shape and said "Look Mom Tiangle". I just thought that it was amazing that she put that together since neither Scott or I had ever shown her that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining that day and when we got back home we saw a big rainbow in the sky.  At first Emery looked at it and said "Rainbow" then she realized how big it was and said "Rainbow, Roun' 'n Roun' like a Circle"!! Once again I was so amazed that she put it together like that. I didn't realize that she was paying enough attention when we talked about shapes to be able to relate it to everyday things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids really know and understand so much more than you think. And I am learning everyday the importance of teaching your children good things. Especially on the days that Emery repeats things that I didn't think she was listening to. OOPS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-215238134666254393?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/215238134666254393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=215238134666254393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/215238134666254393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/215238134666254393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-never-seizes-to-amaze-me.html' title='She Never Seizes to Amaze Me!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-2640752332872353001</id><published>2007-11-01T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:07:08.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few of Emery's Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/Ryqkog-XHQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8psP7I34-YA/s1600-h/DSCN2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how such simple things bring so much JOY to children!! I love to watch Emery's face as she discovers new things. These are just a few of the things that make Emery very HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Story Time ... At the Library and at home we take turns reading to each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Playing at the Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Going for walks... In Emery's case "runs" I almost have to run to keep up with her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt;... Free Cookies!! (she knows what it's all about)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Cleaning .... No Joke!! She "hep you keen" all the time!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Food!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. Talking on the phone to Mama Sharon and Papa Howie and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. Singing/Dancing ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9. Wearing Bows ... She loves to go look at herself in the mirror after I fix her hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10. Telling Jokes with Daddy ... Emery always says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woka&lt;/span&gt;" and laughs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;11. Food!! When Emery wants to eat she says "Mama I eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sumpin&lt;/span&gt;'!?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;12. Playing with her cousins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;13. Visiting Gram and Pop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;14. Coloring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;15. Playing with friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;16. People ... Emery says "HI" to Everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;17. Animals ... Especially dogs!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;18. Bath Time ... she loves the water!! Too bad Swim season is over!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;19. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blankie&lt;/span&gt; and Lovey ... Can't sleep without them!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;20. Jumping in Puddles ... Emery Loves it when it rains!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;NOTE: Yes I did mention food twice!! Emery loves to eat. She loves the Toddler staples Mac n Cheese, PB&amp;amp;J, Spaghetti, Cereal, Cheese, Candy, Cookies. But I think she is a very good eater considering that she is 2 and some of her favorites also include tomatoes, peas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;, green beans, and any kind of fruit!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-2640752332872353001?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/2640752332872353001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=2640752332872353001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2640752332872353001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/2640752332872353001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-few-of-emerys-favorite-things.html' title='Just a Few of Emery&apos;s Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-1499164310641576105</id><published>2007-11-01T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:11:49.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE PACI!!!</title><content type='html'>I had tried to post this in July when we did this but I had a very hard time adding the pictures and it didn't work out so here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RyqGVQ-XHFI/AAAAAAAAADo/jEjCOTTl6FA/s1600-h/DSCN2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128058825606634578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RyqGVQ-XHFI/AAAAAAAAADo/jEjCOTTl6FA/s200/DSCN2476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had decided that it was time for Emery to give her paci up and thought what better way than for her to do it herself!! We bought a bunch of balloons and invited Emery's cousins Rebekah and Ellie over and we had a "Bye, Bye Paci Party". We had Emery gather up all of her Paci's and tie them to the strings of the balloons. We went outside and told Emery to let her Paci's go up to heaven for the new little babies. I don't think she really understood that but after much coaxing she finally let them go!! We waved them good-bye and then went inside and ate Rice Krispie treats to celebrate Emery being a BIG GIRL!! That night when we put her to bed she did cry saying "Paci, Boon, Sky" "Bye-Bye Paci". It took her about 2-3 days of talking through it and then she was fine going to bed without it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RyqGWw-XHHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lzd1mTm6bXE/s1600-h/DSCN2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128058851376438386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RyqGWw-XHHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lzd1mTm6bXE/s200/DSCN2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RyqGWw-XHHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lzd1mTm6bXE/s1600-h/DSCN2484.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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128058838491536482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RyqGWA-XHGI/AAAAAAAAADw/eCW7B-lnQ48/s200/DSCN2483.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-1499164310641576105?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/1499164310641576105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=1499164310641576105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1499164310641576105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/1499164310641576105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/bye-bye-paci.html' title='BYE BYE PACI!!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RyqGVQ-XHFI/AAAAAAAAADo/jEjCOTTl6FA/s72-c/DSCN2476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-19642777184143328</id><published>2007-11-01T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:22:59.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>So I am just not the best at this blogging thing!! I am just not good at keeping it up. I do have a lot that I want to post though... I will start off with updates on all of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emery:&lt;br /&gt;She is definitely the light of our life!! She is so full of energy and keeps us moving along with her. She loves to dance and sing and is having fun learning her shapes and colors. She can count to ten and can sing many songs from beginning to end... "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" being among the favorites!! She also loves to frequent the Library for Story Time and also loves to play outside. Emery is talking so well and is constantly learning new things everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott:&lt;br /&gt;He is a very busy man right now. Scott works for a company called Medical Reimbursements of America. He works full-time to help process Worker's Compensation claims. He is also going to school 3 nights a week and when he is not at school he is doing homework. He is so excited because tonight he started his Business Program and will finish next December. HOORAY!! Scott is the ward clerk so Sunday's are hardly a day of rest...pretty much just a day of rest from HOMEWORK!! But among all that he is such a good, FUN daddy. He is always making us laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha:&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping very busy myself!! Keeping up with Emery is fun and exhausting. But I would have to say that there is pretty much nothing better than being a Wife and Mother. I started teaching piano lessons this summer and as of right now have 8 piano students and soon to be more. It has been so rewarding to see all those years of piano lessons starting to pay off!! And to see the confidence and happiness that my students get as they learn new things is just exhilarating. And also for those of you that don't know, I was called as the Relief Society 2nd Counselor this summer. I am in charge of Enrichment Meetings/Activities. It is very fun and keeps me busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my excuses for not keeping my blog updated!!! I do think about updating it all the time I just don't get to it. I am going to be posting some pictures of things that we have done since last time I updated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010318342395502179-19642777184143328?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/19642777184143328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=19642777184143328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/19642777184143328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/19642777184143328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010318342395502179.post-336737852445546821</id><published>2007-08-29T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:39:57.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXUSMisELI/AAAAAAAAACk/vfZTE3oFGdM/s1600-h/DSCN2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104219161763778738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXUSMisELI/AAAAAAAAACk/vfZTE3oFGdM/s320/DSCN2362.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun on the 4th of July!! We were just happy to spend the whole day together as a family. We went swimming with our cousins and friends and then we came home and watched Gilmore Girls all day. Then that night we went to the Lams (Scott's sister's family) for a BBQ with tons of friends and family. I just had to post this picture because it make Emery look so grown up!! &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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXWC8isEOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GysL6XL79Es/s1600-h/DSCN2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104221098794029282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXWC8isEOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GysL6XL79Es/s320/DSCN2380.JPG" width="240" 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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emery does not have much fear of the water. But who would with all this gear?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does not usually have all of this on but she always loves to try what her friends and cousins are doing. That is half the fun of swimming.&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;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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXWCMisEMI/AAAAAAAAACs/SaossWq6cLA/s1600-h/DSCN2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104221085909127362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXWCMisEMI/AAAAAAAAACs/SaossWq6cLA/s320/DSCN2384.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXWCsisENI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0YkO_i5_Ucs/s1600-h/DSCN2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emery just cannot wait to get a piece of the cake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Mommy made for the BBQ!!!&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXZPsisEPI/AAAAAAAAADE/kSfVlO2TWqU/s1600-h/DSCN2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104224616372244722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXZPsisEPI/AAAAAAAAADE/kSfVlO2TWqU/s320/DSCN2392.JPG" border="0" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy Helped Emery shoot off a couple of parachutes. Emery is scared to death of fireworks. But Daddy was having a blast. It gave him a chance to feel like a kid 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/8010318342395502179-336737852445546821?l=scottntasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/feeds/336737852445546821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8010318342395502179&amp;postID=336737852445546821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/336737852445546821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010318342395502179/posts/default/336737852445546821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottntasha.blogspot.com/2007/08/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5iD4TVcs5Aw/RtXUSMisELI/AAAAAAAAACk/vfZTE3oFGdM/s72-c/DSCN2362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
