<?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-1121945555322128684</id><updated>2011-10-30T11:34:17.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Blessings</title><subtitle type='html'>Living and Loving our very blessed lives</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-9048057116749379477</id><published>2011-05-23T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:56:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday Spencer dear....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe our little man is 3! When I think about how fast it has gone by my eyes get a little wet, he'll be grown before we know it. I swear it wasn't 3 years ago that this sweet little angel boy came into out lives making us parents, changing our perspective on everything, and turing our lives upside down in the best way possible. I am so thankful for my children and the amazing blessing they are in my life. I never imagine that being a mom could be so amazing. It truly is the best and hardest thing I have ever done and I am so thankful I was given the opportunity to do so in this life. I love you Spencer Hap, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer said he wanted a cheesecake for his birthday. He loves cheesecake. We let him pick the colors of it all and put his fire engines on top of it. he was thrilled and couldn't wait to try it. He is sampling the edge. I told him he couldn't eat it until everyone got here. He assured me he wasn't eating it, he was just trying the edge. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su3F3pHD2Ks/TdpuvVdkXcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TocUtWRbEOI/s1600/052201_1844%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609918045337443778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su3F3pHD2Ks/TdpuvVdkXcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TocUtWRbEOI/s320/052201_1844%255B00%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He helped put the stuff on the top and was very proud of how it turned out. He loved showing it off and telling his Nana's and Papa's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mHo4crdEIQ/TdpuvC-OZsI/AAAAAAAAARI/0z-T8QEQUl4/s1600/052201_1843%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609918040374142658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mHo4crdEIQ/TdpuvC-OZsI/AAAAAAAAARI/0z-T8QEQUl4/s320/052201_1843%255B00%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday our little man. We love you and are so thankful we get to call you ours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-9048057116749379477?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/9048057116749379477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=9048057116749379477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9048057116749379477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9048057116749379477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-happy-birthday-spencer-dear.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday Spencer dear....'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/-Su3F3pHD2Ks/TdpuvVdkXcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TocUtWRbEOI/s72-c/052201_1844%255B00%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-8305972795762859939</id><published>2011-05-23T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:26:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireman's Breakfast...</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the fireman's breakfast. Spencer is obsessed with firetrucks and Addilyn thinks they are pretty cool so we took the kids. They had a blast and never wanted to leave. We had to get Daddy to work though so we forced them to leave, promising to do a few drive-by's to see the big ladder they had on the truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Addi driving the pink tractor. They had a fun little corner with police cars, fire engines and tractors the kids could drive. Addilyn waited very patiently and Spencer didn't want to drive on, he wanted to eat; both of these were shocking to me. The first car that opened was a police car so she drove it. Things in the corner slowed down and she got to drive a fire engine next. She had her eye on the pink tractor the whole time though. As soon as it opened she exclamined "Tractor" and ran to it. She loved taking it for a spin and I literally had to pry her off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B38tYzZ7NBE/TdpsAhHGLcI/AAAAAAAAARA/GvWeWqK56ZM/s1600/052101_0838%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609915041987308994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B38tYzZ7NBE/TdpsAhHGLcI/AAAAAAAAARA/GvWeWqK56ZM/s320/052101_0838%255B00%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer wanted to spend all of his time with the fire engines. They had them all open, older ones and knew ones, he drove almost all of them. Addilyn was happy to accompany him on his drives, at times she wanted to drive, but she also loved running to the other side of the truck. Spencer was driving the truck with Addi playing his lookout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZftj11tvFQ/TdpsAX30qZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iMF5o86VcT8/s1600/052101_0814%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609915039507327378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZftj11tvFQ/TdpsAX30qZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iMF5o86VcT8/s320/052101_0814%255B00%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we were leaving we promised the kids we'd go next year. I think it will be every year until they decide they don't want to go. It was a ton of fun though and we're so happy we we're all able to go as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-8305972795762859939?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8305972795762859939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=8305972795762859939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8305972795762859939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8305972795762859939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/05/firemans-breakfast.html' title='Fireman&apos;s Breakfast...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/-B38tYzZ7NBE/TdpsAhHGLcI/AAAAAAAAARA/GvWeWqK56ZM/s72-c/052101_0838%255B00%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-8225858884313749552</id><published>2011-05-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:02:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee...</title><content type='html'>Sorry if this offends anyone, but here are a couple of things that have made me laugh lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had drank a lot of water the morning Addi and I were headed to Manti for our girls weekend. I knew if we stopped I would have to pee. My plan was to drive strait to Manti with no stops. Addi was doing very well and allowing this. (She felt pretty special because she got to sit in Spencer's seat since he wasn't there). She was done and and wanted her movie going. We were in the middle of nowhere so I was trying to make her last to a gas station. Knowing for sure I would need to pee. Well she didn't last, I pulled off the road and started her movie, literally about peeing my pants. So for the first time in my life I used the van door to block from one direction and the van to block from the other direction and felt much better after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this I was laughing to myself because I hadn't needed to pee in the open like this since I went to Snow and was coming home and my truck broke down so I was stuck for a few hours. But the night before I had a softball game. I needed to go before the first game and didn't have time. I was luckly able to hold it until the game was over. Once the game was over me, 3 teammates, and one of their daughters all quickly headed for the bathrooms. We became very disgruntled when we found them locked up tight! One of the girls more then the rest of us, she was one her monthly and needed to change it! We'll we all found secluded spots, Brit and I using eachother and the sod to cover for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way home from Manti when I feel like there has been a lot of peeing in public going on lately I see 3 grown men in matching orange shirts pulled off the road. They are standing in the wide open with their backs to the road, obviously peeing. Then next to one of them up on a big rock I see a little guy not much older then Spencer with his pants around his ankles peeing. I laughed out loud and wished I could have know and I would have snapped a pix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after we got home we had Ashley over to play. This is my niece on Carl's side. The kids were so excited, they love to play with her. I also had Addison, one of my friends girls, we all went to the park and then came back to the house to play once my Addi started acting way to tired at the park. Once home Ashley got a messy diaper. While I was changing her all 3 of the other children were gathered around to watch. Spencer exclaimed, "Ashley doesn't have a penis to pee out of"! (This is the first time he has ever noticed the difference between girls and boys, although he constantly bathes with his sister) I explained to him that only boys have those, girls do not. That is why Addi doesn't have one either. Spencer looked at me and with complete conviction told me "Addi does too have one"! I couldn't help myself, I broke out laughing. He is still convinced that Addi has a penis to pee out of and Ashley does not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids, they make me laugh and smile everyday. I am convinced that life doesn't get any better then this! (most days at least)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-8225858884313749552?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8225858884313749552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=8225858884313749552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8225858884313749552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8225858884313749552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/05/pee.html' title='Pee...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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-1121945555322128684.post-4775053174357078904</id><published>2011-05-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:13:34.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell of home...</title><content type='html'>I love cooking, baking, and anything that involves the kitchen. I love to make bread. I really love to make bread with sleeping children. I love the way it makes my home smell. &lt;br /&gt;For lunch today we made pigs in a blanket with the bread dough. The kids loved it, then Carl came home for lunch and I was able to shape the loaves without their help because they were so excited to be with Daddy (he is their favorite). Now my home smells like fresh bread and the kids are sleeping. If only it were clean also...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7t9M2GnFBBk/TdLkED4osxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EjlsLpRe2nc/s1600/051701_1456%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607795244443153170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7t9M2GnFBBk/TdLkED4osxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EjlsLpRe2nc/s320/051701_1456%255B00%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1121945555322128684-4775053174357078904?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4775053174357078904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=4775053174357078904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4775053174357078904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4775053174357078904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/05/smell-of-home.html' title='Smell of home...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/-7t9M2GnFBBk/TdLkED4osxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EjlsLpRe2nc/s72-c/051701_1456%255B00%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-5099015161784224736</id><published>2011-05-17T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:09:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Heaven...</title><content type='html'>Today it is at my home. After listening to two very tired whinny children for most of the day they have both fallen into an exhausted sleep; at the same time!!! I love nap time. Spencer doesn't nap very often, and they definitly don't nap together, but today they are and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi Angel loves her bed to sleep in. It has made life so much easier in some ways, but when she can't have her bed it has proven to be hard on her at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnBWlQcX3SE/TdLiFN9tIzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tXO2903lSdQ/s1600/051701_1452%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607793065305383730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnBWlQcX3SE/TdLiFN9tIzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tXO2903lSdQ/s320/051701_1452%255B00%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer prefers to take naps on the couch with whatever toy he has been playing with before hand. He just got his shovel back from time out today, I think he's afraid to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO9aFwLZ6mo/TdLiE2QpIfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7HntoKsW3vM/s1600/051701_1451%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607793058942362098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO9aFwLZ6mo/TdLiE2QpIfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7HntoKsW3vM/s320/051701_1451%255B00%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Instead of cleaning our house like I need to do badly I decided to read scriptures, which never happens this time of day. Usually I try to do it before they wake up, which didn't happen today, but I love it in the middle of the day. It seemed to re-focus me rather well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these two. My every second of everyday revolves around them, nap time helps me to remember to be thankful for this. I'm so glad I get to call them mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-5099015161784224736?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/5099015161784224736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=5099015161784224736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5099015161784224736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5099015161784224736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-is-heaven.html' title='Where is Heaven...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/-BnBWlQcX3SE/TdLiFN9tIzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tXO2903lSdQ/s72-c/051701_1452%255B00%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-6530816099115873809</id><published>2011-05-13T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:19:49.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Trip...</title><content type='html'>Monday evening Carl came home from work and being such a loving husband asked me if I couldn't take the kids and go to one of my sisters for a few days. I was already planning on taking Addi and going to Manti that weekend to see Bubs since we had coordinating father's and son's. &lt;br /&gt;Carl wanted me to leave because it is easier to work on the yard without the children's help and he was planning on taking a few days off work to do just that, he wasn't being mean, and after a few years I have gotten use to his sometimes not so thoughtful wording. (I think he's gotten use to mine also) &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to spend the gas money to get Spencer back ot him for the father's and son's and Spencer is pretty good during work projects so he stayed with Daddy and Addi and I left. When we left Spencer was on the tractor with his Daddy in Little Man Heaven. I took those pictures with the camera though so I don't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Addi loving the warm day and Aunt Bub's swing set. Building a swing set will be one of our next projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZmPUbvx6uo/Tc1lzYuUrtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BvbRj4A6YA0/s1600/addi%2Bswinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606249044630613714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZmPUbvx6uo/Tc1lzYuUrtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BvbRj4A6YA0/s320/addi%2Bswinging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves popsicles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkfkozlWBuw/Tc1lzS9ZuJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5BDnBL9cths/s1600/addi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606249043083245714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkfkozlWBuw/Tc1lzS9ZuJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5BDnBL9cths/s320/addi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having fun with cousin Kevie on the swing set. Kevin wanted pushed high like Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOqO2ae216E/Tc1ly1sSwWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3Y_y2hKi_40/s1600/051301_1012%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606249035226857826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOqO2ae216E/Tc1ly1sSwWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3Y_y2hKi_40/s320/051301_1012%255B00%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't mess with this little lady. This is a toy gun and she loves it. Kevin was chasing her around the house with it and she wouldn't stop whinning. I thought it was because she didn't want him pointing it at her. Come to find out she just wanted the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_wsaWvrY8/Tc1ly-Bt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/R2QKKSU1sVU/s1600/051301_0848%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606249037464200594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_wsaWvrY8/Tc1ly-Bt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/R2QKKSU1sVU/s320/051301_0848%255B00%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently she's a natural, she's only been shooting once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dVmhu0w-T0/Tc1lyjUZiuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZFh7uGzq5Cs/s1600/051301_0847%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606249030294801122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dVmhu0w-T0/Tc1lyjUZiuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZFh7uGzq5Cs/s320/051301_0847%255B00%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are having tons of fun with Aunt Bubs and her's. I was reluctant to leave Spencer for this long, but we are having fun. Missing our boys but having great girl time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully there will be more posts to come soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/1121945555322128684-6530816099115873809?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/6530816099115873809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=6530816099115873809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6530816099115873809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6530816099115873809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/05/girls-trip.html' title='Girls Trip...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/-fZmPUbvx6uo/Tc1lzYuUrtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BvbRj4A6YA0/s72-c/addi%2Bswinging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-4383958470992912282</id><published>2011-05-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:33:19.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons of pictures...</title><content type='html'>So my wonderful sister, Bubs, (don't worry Juan I didn't say favorite) taught me how to e-mail pictures to myself and blog them, which makes this so much easier and quicker to do. Hence, I am hoping to become a more regular blogger again, we'll have to see what happens when I get home though. Right now Bubs is outside with the kids so I don't have any little hands trying to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been trying to do our yard since we moved into out home. it is taking us a long time, like most things do. I know that I want some smaller trees in my yard but hadn't found any I loved yet. I went on a walk to the Manti Temple last night with my good girlfriend Al's. She is also very smart and knows what all plants are called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Spring Snow Crab. It smells heavenly, is beautiful, medium sized, and produces no fruit that I will have to go around and pick up. A great shade tree in my mind. I want to plant it in my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceZjLCv3j24/Tc1hxS9H5dI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wTQxk-vah9E/s1600/051201_2134%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606244610675828178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceZjLCv3j24/Tc1hxS9H5dI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wTQxk-vah9E/s320/051201_2134%255B00%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karlinda and Scott said once tax season was over they would take our kids for a night and let us get actually get to see eachother again. We gladly took them up on it. I forgot to tell Kurls that Addi has to have her baby to sleep well, I still feel very bad about that. About 2 in the morning Kurls figured it out and then Addi slept peacefully until 9 am. Spencer however went to bed earlier so he was up at 6 am, sorry Kurls. Thank you very much though, it was wonderful, we appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Union Station with Kurls family and the kids. It was so fun. We loved it! Spencer wouldn't hold still long enough to let me take a good pix. of him. But below is Addi sitting on the bottom of the crain that is on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6zkP9lA-bI/Tc1hxJIHMMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L_A-HGASmuY/s1600/043001_1536%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606244608037564610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6zkP9lA-bI/Tc1hxJIHMMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L_A-HGASmuY/s320/043001_1536%255B00%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did a lot of shopping for food storage, running shoes, and beauty supply this weekend also. This is Carl waiting in the car for me while I was in the beauty supply. Isn't he so handsome, I love him. I am so blessed! (Apparently he was a little tired, I really wasn't in the beauty supply that long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jx8FgSU--V8/Tc1hwyQN6II/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fY91SCuMHc4/s1600/043001_1225%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606244601897543810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jx8FgSU--V8/Tc1hwyQN6II/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fY91SCuMHc4/s320/043001_1225%255B00%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loving riding in the back of Daddy's truck while we were out working on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DV79eZTylA/Tc1hw3mYJDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Jq4wMU8hdQ0/s1600/042101_1113%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606244603332666418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DV79eZTylA/Tc1hw3mYJDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Jq4wMU8hdQ0/s320/042101_1113%255B01%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids in absolute heaven on Papa Craig's and Nana Rhonda's tractor. Papa Craig let them drive it all they wanted. Then he wanted to take them for a ride and they both freaked out and started crying. Although in the end they enjoyed the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2uA36nSS3c/Tc1hwtUKutI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SmvJHZbFAF8/s1600/031801_1542%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606244600571935442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2uA36nSS3c/Tc1hwtUKutI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SmvJHZbFAF8/s320/031801_1542%255B01%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to RSV! This is hoe we spend about 3 days. Me on the couch and the kids in their camping chairs watching Handy Manny, Bob the Builder, and Princess shows. We are SOOOOO glad to be feeling better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QkUvBJ9RZrU/Tc1hFRjZ4nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ea4e-sxjFvI/s1600/031801_1047%255B00%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606243854385275506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QkUvBJ9RZrU/Tc1hFRjZ4nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ea4e-sxjFvI/s320/031801_1047%255B00%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-4383958470992912282?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4383958470992912282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=4383958470992912282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4383958470992912282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4383958470992912282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/05/tons-of-pictures.html' title='Tons of pictures...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/-ceZjLCv3j24/Tc1hxS9H5dI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wTQxk-vah9E/s72-c/051201_2134%255B00%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-3123186925817386132</id><published>2011-03-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:18:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lives lately...</title><content type='html'>I always feel like I have to have a picture to go with a post but today I decided I would just do an update, because it's that or nothing. Life has been crazy, at least on of us has been sick since the first week in February. I drove by the park yesterday and saw that the snow had finally melted, when the kids get feeling a little better, we are going to the park. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer had to get a shot in each leg for 3 days in a row. After each visit we took them to get slurpees. On the third day I was getting Spencer ready to take him to the Dr., I hadn't told him that was where we were going. I just asked him if he wanted to go get Daddy from work and go get a Slurpee. He started crying and told me he didn't want to go to the Dr. I felt so bad for the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;Every day of his shots he wanted his Daddy to hold him. On the third day he wanted me. The first two days my eyes got moist being there when he got his shots. The third day when I was holding him I had tears rolling down my cheeks and needed a tissue after. I felt like such a baby, but I felt so bad for my poor little man. He has been so sick and miserable and shots topped it off I guess. I'm just hoping that the shots worked and he'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addilyn amazingly has stayed mostly well during the whole thing, actually she's just been kind of sick, not absolutly miserable and lethargic like her brother. She is continuing to grown and learn so fast, and quickly becoming the most sassy little girl I know. She is so sweet and so sassy at the same time, and sometimes just plain sassy, I'm afraid for when she gets older, hopefully the sassy slows A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;Addi loved going to the Dr. with her brother. She would beg to sit up on the table with her daddy. She got the best end of the deal, no shots, but still got a sucker and a slurpee each day. Everytime they would bring Spencer 2 suckers, while he was still crying he would give one to his sister to share with her. They can fight like crazy but they are also so sweet to look out for eachother. I don't know what I would do without my little angels in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving down the road the other day and Spencer annouced to me that Addi had diarrhea. I didn't even know that he knew that word until he annouced that he sister had it and said it perfectly that day. I told him she didn't and she was okay. He then went on to explain that she did have diarrhea and that she had to go to the Dr. to get medicine in her legs for it. They make me laugh and smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl is staying busy working for his dad and doing taxes. We don't get to see him much right now, but thankfully this tax season has not been as bad as the last one. We are still very excited for the day we get to see daddy more. The kids cling to him whenever he is around and cry for him plenty when he is not around. Daddy is quickly becoming Addilyn's favorite lately. Once she got in trouble and daddy put her in her room. Once she came out, she wounldn't talk to or look at her dad for a good 10 mins. Aparently her feelings were very hurt that daddy had actually but her in her room, it's usually mommy that does that one. We had to warm her up to Carl again. First she would only go to mom, then she would sit between mom and dad, and eventually she sat on her daddy's lap again. Life is crazy and busy, but we are loving it, and we'll definitly be going to the park a lot when we all get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-3123186925817386132?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3123186925817386132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3123186925817386132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3123186925817386132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3123186925817386132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-always-feel-like-i-have-to-have.html' title='Our lives lately...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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-1121945555322128684.post-9038297944365796036</id><published>2011-01-18T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:38:58.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're kind of back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Merry Christmas, quit late.  Each year for Christmas we make matching pj's.  This was our family pix in our pj's.  Not a great pix of us all but it's all we have to show, someday we will get real ones taken.  We just wanted to post this pix. real quick to show how the kids have grown.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/TTZy3u39tZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x2NpisNc5JI/s1600/DSC09253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563760691463959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/TTZy3u39tZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x2NpisNc5JI/s320/DSC09253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into our home Nov. 7, 2009.  We've been here over a year and still have things in boxes and almost no decorations on the walls.  Someday when we decide that we want decorated walls more then we want sleeping children we will hang the decorations and make our house look more like a home.  For now we are enjoying more space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Addilyn&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; up so fast and is starting to talk like crazy.  She is now 18 months old, which means she can go to nursery, no more sacrament meeting with Nana.  She thankfully loves nursery and goes much easier then her big brother did.  She is a very opinionated child and isn't shy to throw a fit to let you know what she is sure she needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer is now 2 1/2 and is thankfully going to nursery without Daddy now.  He is a very mechanical boy and is always "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fixin&lt;/span&gt;' " something up.  He loves his little sister, he is her greatest protector and also the first one to take her out.  While we drive in the car he tells Addi words to say, usually "Tractor".  Addi, responds back with her form of tractor.  Spencer then responds "Good girl Addi.  Your such a good talker, you are getting so big".  He is such a little daddy to her sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly stays busy with the 2 kids and can't seem to get the house completley cleaned up yet.  Someday our baseboards will all be dusted, along with clean windows, and an organized office.  For now we settle for a lived in home, happy kids, and dinner on the table (or the stove ready to go the the table) when Carl gets home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl finished his Master's!  We are so proud of him and all the long hours and hard work he put in.  We also hope he never wants to go back to school again.  He is working for his dad at Basin Appliance still and doing tax stuff on the side.  It keeps him very busy, but we are hoping someday it will pay off and we can see him more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it has been so long.  We will try to be better but we're not willing to promise anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-9038297944365796036?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/9038297944365796036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=9038297944365796036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9038297944365796036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9038297944365796036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-kind-of-back.html' title='We&apos;re kind of back...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/TTZy3u39tZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x2NpisNc5JI/s72-c/DSC09253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-4174586417327229842</id><published>2010-09-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:08:05.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pirate is in charge!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone out there in blogger world--don't you worry--I've got more pictures to share, just give this little blog-pirate some time and the good will come.  ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-4174586417327229842?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4174586417327229842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=4174586417327229842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4174586417327229842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4174586417327229842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2010/09/pirate-is-in-charge.html' title='The Pirate is in charge!'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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-1121945555322128684.post-189640393966534469</id><published>2010-09-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:55:33.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Leader of the Pack"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/TJg6Wbm2_dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8etuA93LMVU/s1600/083000_1824%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/TJg6Wbm2_dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8etuA93LMVU/s320/083000_1824%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519225500384820690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Jacket, shorts, and boots--our little man is prepared for it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-189640393966534469?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/189640393966534469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=189640393966534469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/189640393966534469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/189640393966534469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2010/09/leader-of-pack.html' title='The &quot;Leader of the Pack&quot;'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/TJg6Wbm2_dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8etuA93LMVU/s72-c/083000_1824%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-6289827377642922168</id><published>2009-10-29T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:21:50.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does a Chef sleep?</title><content type='html'>With his tools in his hand...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SunPEcp6luI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HrkQnbN7E34/s1600-h/Oct.16-29,+2009+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398073303698675426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SunPEcp6luI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HrkQnbN7E34/s320/Oct.16-29,+2009+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SunOb8xMcXI/AAAAAAAAANw/x-BNsITjrhI/s1600-h/Oct.16-29,+2009+211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072607944503666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SunOb8xMcXI/AAAAAAAAANw/x-BNsITjrhI/s320/Oct.16-29,+2009+211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-6289827377642922168?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/6289827377642922168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=6289827377642922168&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6289827377642922168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6289827377642922168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-does-chef-sleep.html' title='How does a Chef sleep?'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SunPEcp6luI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HrkQnbN7E34/s72-c/Oct.16-29,+2009+212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-3874926572871679401</id><published>2009-09-27T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:18:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The main things in our lives at this time...</title><content type='html'>Between these 3 wonderful blessing our lives stay pretty busy and we love it. We are excited to have the electric finally done on the house someday though. We have amazing family and neighbors that have been helping us a lot, because of them it is going quite smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our great room area, we don't have cabinets or anything yet so it's not much to look at but I have promised I would post pix. forever and I'm finally getting around to it so here you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365443384634786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA21SNhbaI/AAAAAAAAANo/_WNCtZk_wgA/s320/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The way our house looks today, we're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA203VezwI/AAAAAAAAANg/wbnfNYSQl4M/s1600-h/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365436170260226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA203VezwI/AAAAAAAAANg/wbnfNYSQl4M/s320/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer crackin' himself up as we were on our way to the house this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA20dlgRfI/AAAAAAAAANY/haH9kAXZICQ/s1600-h/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365429258143218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA20dlgRfI/AAAAAAAAANY/haH9kAXZICQ/s320/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addi is getting really good at her sprawled out sleeping. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA2zlIGlgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3-zAO40_WpU/s1600-h/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386365414102439426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA2zlIGlgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3-zAO40_WpU/s320/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+001.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/1121945555322128684-3874926572871679401?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3874926572871679401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3874926572871679401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3874926572871679401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3874926572871679401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/main-things-in-our-lives-at-this-time.html' title='The main things in our lives at this time...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA21SNhbaI/AAAAAAAAANo/_WNCtZk_wgA/s72-c/Sept.+27-Sept.27,+2009+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-1031870533603392522</id><published>2009-09-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:02:34.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The face that melts my heart...</title><content type='html'>Spencer is getting really good at a pouty face.  Here are a few of his best.  I love this little man. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA0eewpGxI/AAAAAAAAANI/ugifYaT8-zI/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386362852592917266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA0eewpGxI/AAAAAAAAANI/ugifYaT8-zI/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA0d3SehnI/AAAAAAAAANA/4HGM36noIxc/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386362841997411954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA0d3SehnI/AAAAAAAAANA/4HGM36noIxc/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-1031870533603392522?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/1031870533603392522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=1031870533603392522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/1031870533603392522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/1031870533603392522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/face-that-melts-my-heart.html' title='The face that melts my heart...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsA0eewpGxI/AAAAAAAAANI/ugifYaT8-zI/s72-c/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-212355580825673447</id><published>2009-09-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:55:56.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Addilyn Jean</title><content type='html'>Here is what our sweet little angel looks like these days.  She has already brought so much to our family, we love her and are so glad that we have been blessed with her. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAzHbF73ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7qBLH5QQ8_s/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386361356959866258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAzHbF73ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7qBLH5QQ8_s/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addi chezzin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAzGuPc1zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EHBJVb82jtY/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386361344920180530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAzGuPc1zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EHBJVb82jtY/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-212355580825673447?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/212355580825673447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=212355580825673447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/212355580825673447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/212355580825673447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss-addilyn-jean.html' title='Miss Addilyn Jean'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAzHbF73ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7qBLH5QQ8_s/s72-c/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-6184436870785198641</id><published>2009-09-27T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:50:11.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy is FINALLY finished!!!</title><content type='html'>Carl is now finished with school.  YEAH!  We have played basketball and gone on walkks with the kids more since Carl finished school in the past week then we have in the last year and a half while he was working on his masters. &lt;br /&gt;Spencer loves playing ball with his dad, mom is too short to lift him to get the ball in the basket, I'm almost there. &lt;br /&gt;We are very proud of Daddy and how hard he worked to get his master's, we are absolutly thrilled that he is finished.  CONGRATS, Daddy!!!  Thank you for all your hard work, we love you.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAxg7374RI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u1fB_oRgoE8/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359596232990994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAxg7374RI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u1fB_oRgoE8/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-6184436870785198641?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/6184436870785198641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=6184436870785198641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6184436870785198641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6184436870785198641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/daddy-is-finally-finished.html' title='Daddy is FINALLY finished!!!'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SsAxg7374RI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u1fB_oRgoE8/s72-c/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-3767394452141928611</id><published>2009-09-27T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:57:35.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pix.</title><content type='html'>I received a message from our nursery leader one Saturday when I got home.  She said to give her a call, I don't really know her so I had no clue what it was about.  I called her back and bless her heart, she said that our little 15 month old could come to nursery.  She said she didn't know why she had thought to call us but she had thought she should call us; maybe she's watched us trying to juggle both our babies and saw that we don't get to listen much at church these days.  This is him heading to church the first Sunday he would be going to nursery.  He loved nursery when he first got there.  He left me and went and played on the slide.  When they asked all the kids to sit down for the lesson and he realized I wasn't there he started crying.  He was still crying when I came in to check on him, he continued to cry while I held him and he ate his treats.  Eventually he calmed down and enjoyed it again, although he looked over his shoulder frequently to make sure he hadn't been left.    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rCTXkbPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9U0ur-sMBLE/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141366661442802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rCTXkbPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9U0ur-sMBLE/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer sat down, held his hands out and grunted.  Below is what he was requesting.  He does this frequently.  He loves to hold his baby sister and thinks that mom hogs her too much and that he should get to hold her whenever he wants, even if she is upset or sleeping. I'm glad he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rB4xwQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tUO5kZKy0gw/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141359523513202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rB4xwQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tUO5kZKy0gw/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants out of his chair, this pix. just made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rBdCke_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yDeaGFCSmUA/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141352077851634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rBdCke_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yDeaGFCSmUA/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out for our daily walk/jog.  The kids love them, as do I.  It is great for all of our sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rAp78t9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/IIaJix3W2wo/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141338359871442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rAp78t9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/IIaJix3W2wo/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet little girl with her binki wishing she were asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rAEnDSCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fGpIBipVGQ0/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141328340109346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rAEnDSCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fGpIBipVGQ0/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/1121945555322128684-3767394452141928611?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3767394452141928611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3767394452141928611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3767394452141928611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3767394452141928611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pix.html' title='More pix.'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9rCTXkbPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9U0ur-sMBLE/s72-c/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-4394509411311766411</id><published>2009-09-27T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:47:42.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of more pix</title><content type='html'>There really isn't any order to these pix. Just some of what we have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend of this month we went to Layton for Enoch's blessing. We stayed the night with Gram Gunnell in Farmington. In her guest room she has this little rocking chair. Spencer loved it! When he first saw it he went and climbed into it and spent a good deal of our time there in this chair. It was just his size. We had a lot of fun seeing family and it was especially good to get to stay with Gram and spend time with her, we don't get to see her much. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nmVHPokI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1fkZdaNDQtw/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137587558621762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nmVHPokI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1fkZdaNDQtw/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Spencer and Addi holding hands while we traveled to the city. They held hands a lot during the trip and both enjoyed it. At one point on the trip Addi was shreaking and I couldn't figure out why. I tried her binki, food, singing, etc. nothing that usually works was working. When we were finally able to stop and take her out I noticed blood on her hand. I looked closer and realized that she was shreaking because Spencer has loved her a little too much and dug a few little holes into her hand while they were holding hands. And we thought he was being all sweet trying to comfort her while she was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nlutFPqI/AAAAAAAAALw/f4Dplo-NpuY/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137577248341666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nlutFPqI/AAAAAAAAALw/f4Dplo-NpuY/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pix of our sweet little girl. This one is older still but newer than anything you've seen yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nlHGVoOI/AAAAAAAAALo/UM3RdVWiWp0/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137566616854754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nlHGVoOI/AAAAAAAAALo/UM3RdVWiWp0/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man takes his food seriously. Especially if it is a chocolate chip cookie, or anything with sugar in it will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nkjL7RFI/AAAAAAAAALg/uTfN6J2xQhQ/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137556976616530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nkjL7RFI/AAAAAAAAALg/uTfN6J2xQhQ/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our babies ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nkAel3pI/AAAAAAAAALY/QfEiH2pSF-I/s1600-h/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137547659665042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nkAel3pI/AAAAAAAAALY/QfEiH2pSF-I/s320/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/1121945555322128684-4394509411311766411?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4394509411311766411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=4394509411311766411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4394509411311766411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4394509411311766411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-of-more-pix.html' title='Some of more pix'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr9nmVHPokI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1fkZdaNDQtw/s72-c/July+24-Sept.+27,+2009+234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-5357231987809410575</id><published>2009-09-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:58:06.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still alive...</title><content type='html'>The main reason I was posting some pix. is because I wanted to show some recent ones of our little girl.  Apparently all of our recent ones are on the camera still and need downloaded, I don't have the energy to stay up and so all of that though, I really want sleep.  I took the kids up the canyon today and went on a walk.  We got some good pix. and had a lot of fun.  I will post some of those to show how big our little lady is getting (I really will try to post them soon).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only saw a little thumbnail of this so I didn't realize it was blurry, sorry.  This is an old pix. but Spencer still loves on his sister a lot.  He wants to hold her a lot and make sure that she is okay.  If she is too okay in his mind, such as sleeping peacefully in her basinet, he wants to make sure that she hasn't forgotten him so he shakes the bassinet as hard as he can.  Hence, she usually doesn't take her naps in the bassinet anymore.  He has gotten really good at throwing diapers away though.  After I change a diaper, his or hers, he usually  holds his hand out for the diaper and takes it to the garbage for me.  He even leaves them in now, in the not to distant past he would throw them away, and later go and retrieve them and bring them back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fx9CwjXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MgUlz9VUFcs/s1600-h/Addilyn+and+Spencer+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988253674409330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fx9CwjXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MgUlz9VUFcs/s320/Addilyn+and+Spencer+229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this pix. of our little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fxe_-LHI/AAAAAAAAALI/VRF_dxZhWiI/s1600-h/Addilyn+and+Spencer+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988245609655410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fxe_-LHI/AAAAAAAAALI/VRF_dxZhWiI/s320/Addilyn+and+Spencer+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this one was cute also, apparently blurry though.  He loves his trucks, Thanks Uncle Corey.  He also loves his binki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fw5r_vQI/AAAAAAAAALA/xSxiTilzYXg/s1600-h/Addilyn+and+Spencer+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988235593760002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fw5r_vQI/AAAAAAAAALA/xSxiTilzYXg/s320/Addilyn+and+Spencer+199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him running away from messing with the washer.  he figures if he gets away quick enough I won't know it was him messing with the wash cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fwcCG48I/AAAAAAAAAK4/kusQVJ1XAlY/s1600-h/Addilyn+and+Spencer+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988227633439682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fwcCG48I/AAAAAAAAAK4/kusQVJ1XAlY/s320/Addilyn+and+Spencer+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pix. of our home, Juani has been asking me to post some forever, so here is one, it doesn't look anything like this now though.  Also, now that I am posting this I realize that you've seen it since then, Sorry Juan.  But hey I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fvoZjiGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/en29Zu0wrpo/s1600-h/Addilyn+and+Spencer+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988213773142114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fvoZjiGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/en29Zu0wrpo/s320/Addilyn+and+Spencer+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really will post some recent ones of our little girl soon.  I didn't realize they are all on the camera still.  Live is going well for us and we are starting to know what 3 hours of sleep in a row feels like again, and it feels really really good, we love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-5357231987809410575?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/5357231987809410575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=5357231987809410575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5357231987809410575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5357231987809410575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-still-alive.html' title='We are still alive...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7fx9CwjXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MgUlz9VUFcs/s72-c/Addilyn+and+Spencer+229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-784196876761927906</id><published>2009-09-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:32:56.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spencer is pleased to announce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7cdTQdFQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3u2utHE3eGg/s1600-h/Addilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385984600325297410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7cdTQdFQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3u2utHE3eGg/s320/Addilyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long that it took me a minute to figure out how to make a post and add a pix. I am a loser. Here is our baby girls birth announcement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-784196876761927906?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/784196876761927906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=784196876761927906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/784196876761927906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/784196876761927906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-so-long-that-it-took-me-minute.html' title='Spencer is pleased to announce...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Sr7cdTQdFQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3u2utHE3eGg/s72-c/Addilyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-9187468616455336453</id><published>2009-07-12T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:29:13.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spencer and Addilyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SloBJ5PcxAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rcDd8swEt-Y/s1600-h/First+Day+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357595976206697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SloBJ5PcxAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rcDd8swEt-Y/s320/First+Day+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SloBJmwUyPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Fi403koiU2U/s1600-h/First+Day+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357595971244312818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SloBJmwUyPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Fi403koiU2U/s320/First+Day+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-9187468616455336453?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/9187468616455336453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=9187468616455336453&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9187468616455336453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9187468616455336453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/spencer-and-addilyn.html' title='Spencer and Addilyn'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SloBJ5PcxAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rcDd8swEt-Y/s72-c/First+Day+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-3304439287313405001</id><published>2009-07-11T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:40:55.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addilyn Jean Foley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SljqCzYBijI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PsyFW0F0KMc/s1600-h/Addilyn+Jean+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357289090628815410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SljqCzYBijI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PsyFW0F0KMc/s320/Addilyn+Jean+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SljqCtoQ34I/AAAAAAAAAKI/B_ABS3JNehg/s1600-h/Addilyn+Jean+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357289089086316418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SljqCtoQ34I/AAAAAAAAAKI/B_ABS3JNehg/s320/Addilyn+Jean+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Addilyn Jean, born July 10, 2009- An early 3:38 AM. She came fast Dr. B was called but she came before he made it to the OB. She weights in at a large 5 lb 2 oz little girl.  Like her big brother she is tall, 19+ inches.  We think she is perfect.  We will post more as sleep allows.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Carl   &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/1121945555322128684-3304439287313405001?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3304439287313405001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3304439287313405001&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3304439287313405001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3304439287313405001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/addilyn-jean-foley.html' title='Addilyn Jean Foley'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SljqCzYBijI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PsyFW0F0KMc/s72-c/Addilyn+Jean+138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-3968472221288990848</id><published>2009-07-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:06:34.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times with Grandpa...</title><content type='html'>Saturday evening we went up to the cabin for a BBQ and to spend time with the fam.  It was so peaceful and nice we didn't really want to come back.  Thanks for the invite mom and dad.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Skvcf5w5M8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/l9TIE6Z3D_A/s1600-h/BEany,+House,+misc+359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353615022699918274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Skvcf5w5M8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/l9TIE6Z3D_A/s320/BEany,+House,+misc+359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer had a great time going on many nature walks with Grandpa.  They found moose tracks going by the cabin that were cool.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Skvb3nEtg9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bH_08ELpvHE/s1600-h/BEany,+House,+misc+332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353614330487997394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Skvb3nEtg9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bH_08ELpvHE/s320/BEany,+House,+misc+332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer having a great time with Grandpa sharing chips on the deck of the cabin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-3968472221288990848?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3968472221288990848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3968472221288990848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3968472221288990848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3968472221288990848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-times-with-grandpa.html' title='Fun times with Grandpa...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Skvcf5w5M8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/l9TIE6Z3D_A/s72-c/BEany,+House,+misc+359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-6646422068885823415</id><published>2009-07-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:53:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never to early to start....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SkvZ66MeMLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KsO7qsldAXU/s1600-h/BEany,+House,+misc+367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353612188137173170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SkvZ66MeMLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KsO7qsldAXU/s320/BEany,+House,+misc+367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer was sleeping in our bed the other morning.  I kept coming in to check on him and he was always out cold.  He usually makes noise when he wakes up, this morning he didn't though.  I came in to check on him and was shocked to see him awake, sitting quietly and happily on the bed.  He had gotten the Book of Mormon of the nightstand and was busy looking at it.  It was so cute.  He of course looked up at me smiling with a very innocent face.  We love our little man and are so greatful for all of the love and laughs he brings into our home, we learn so much from him each day. &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/1121945555322128684-6646422068885823415?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/6646422068885823415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=6646422068885823415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6646422068885823415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/6646422068885823415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-to-early-to-start.html' title='Never to early to start....'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SkvZ66MeMLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KsO7qsldAXU/s72-c/BEany,+House,+misc+367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-3570061892047816408</id><published>2009-06-03T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:47:26.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Updates</title><content type='html'>Holly is due with a baby girl, end of July.&lt;br /&gt;The house is in Cottonwood Heights&lt;br /&gt;The builder is working on putting in the cemet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-3570061892047816408?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3570061892047816408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3570061892047816408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3570061892047816408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3570061892047816408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-updates.html' title='Family Updates'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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-1121945555322128684.post-7494953910062967492</id><published>2009-06-03T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:20:39.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SidLZYYKwjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1nGyA_Eqtks/s1600-h/Spencer_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322382311014962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SidLZYYKwjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1nGyA_Eqtks/s320/Spencer_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-7494953910062967492?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/7494953910062967492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=7494953910062967492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7494953910062967492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7494953910062967492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-is-one.html' title='He Is One!'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SidLZYYKwjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1nGyA_Eqtks/s72-c/Spencer_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-5153764342992587477</id><published>2009-04-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:07:53.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We found a Lot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Se1GjrgnONI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rVyT7fEZoFo/s1600-h/Lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991513038043346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Se1GjrgnONI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rVyT7fEZoFo/s320/Lot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-5153764342992587477?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/5153764342992587477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=5153764342992587477&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5153764342992587477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5153764342992587477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-found-lot.html' title='We found a Lot!'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/Se1GjrgnONI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rVyT7fEZoFo/s72-c/Lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-4806966366589460081</id><published>2009-02-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:58:44.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few pictures....</title><content type='html'>Since nothing really happens in our life, I haven't posted forever.  Juani giving me a hard time has inspried me to make a post of nothing but a few cute pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SYnjy6IXNVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sOdTS_JpF4Q/s1600-h/Spencer+and+Ashley.3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299016900315395410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SYnjy6IXNVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sOdTS_JpF4Q/s320/Spencer+and+Ashley.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer with his new baby cousin Ashley (Chris and Em's baby).  He absolutly loves her.  When he sees her he gets so excited that he waves his arms up and down really fast and we all fear for her safety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SYnjytVQg0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ru0vKqY1j8o/s1600-h/Spencer+7Months.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299016896879821634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SYnjytVQg0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ru0vKqY1j8o/s320/Spencer+7Months.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of his 7 Month old shots with his cute puppy hat on.  We love our little man, he is growing so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SYnjycl83uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TjuylMHw1RA/s1600-h/Spenc+tired+in+high+chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299016892386434786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SYnjycl83uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TjuylMHw1RA/s320/Spenc+tired+in+high+chair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to make dinner and he was so tired he was putting himself to sleep in his hhigh chair.  I just loved his big baby blues in this pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-4806966366589460081?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4806966366589460081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=4806966366589460081&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4806966366589460081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4806966366589460081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-few-pictures.html' title='Just a few pictures....'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SYnjy6IXNVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sOdTS_JpF4Q/s72-c/Spencer+and+Ashley.3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-7894153167120068639</id><published>2009-01-04T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:46:17.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SWFJlMHdypI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hWx0kvG0lA0/s1600-h/Spenc+with+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287588340766198418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SWFJlMHdypI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hWx0kvG0lA0/s320/Spenc+with+Santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SWFIhKZhM5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/iWjZdHbZ8jg/s1600-h/Spenc+and+Ashlynn+with+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287587172073943954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SWFIhKZhM5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/iWjZdHbZ8jg/s320/Spenc+and+Ashlynn+with+Santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer &amp;amp; cousin Ashlynn went to go see Santa. I guess&lt;br /&gt;some kids like to see Santa , and others aren't as joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-7894153167120068639?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/7894153167120068639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=7894153167120068639&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7894153167120068639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7894153167120068639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2009/01/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SWFJlMHdypI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hWx0kvG0lA0/s72-c/Spenc+with+Santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-9140586879244575063</id><published>2008-11-30T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:34:06.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming made easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4cf9866c10a27ba8" 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://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cf9866c10a27ba8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331414091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13E9AA98B965881E843D55EC41D3E32C72A781FB.3579EA43211A1D5A18AF7E760460FDA861EF2D18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cf9866c10a27ba8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaaoKpFt04FLptwHLh1qFJ4iVzZg&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://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cf9866c10a27ba8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331414091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13E9AA98B965881E843D55EC41D3E32C72A781FB.3579EA43211A1D5A18AF7E760460FDA861EF2D18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cf9866c10a27ba8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaaoKpFt04FLptwHLh1qFJ4iVzZg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spencer loves to swim, just like his mother.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spencer would get excited when we would &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;put his little swimmers on him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-9140586879244575063?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4cf9866c10a27ba8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/9140586879244575063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=9140586879244575063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9140586879244575063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/9140586879244575063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/11/swimming-made-easy.html' title='Swimming made easy.'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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-1121945555322128684.post-7714753058889808488</id><published>2008-11-30T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:18:09.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STNXMJYuPvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xxh7XRH4t_4/s1600-h/Cancun+530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274655454770642674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STNXMJYuPvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xxh7XRH4t_4/s320/Cancun+530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer with Holly in the Ocean (Gulf of Mexico)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-7714753058889808488?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/7714753058889808488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=7714753058889808488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7714753058889808488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7714753058889808488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/11/cancun_30.html' title='Cancun'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STNXMJYuPvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xxh7XRH4t_4/s72-c/Cancun+530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-4061315316557566333</id><published>2008-11-30T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:48:46.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STM0U8_QiGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bwBpxXU2m3w/s1600-h/Cancun+511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274617123154462818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STM0U8_QiGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bwBpxXU2m3w/s320/Cancun+511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMzqu1BqtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PYecctETTpo/s1600-h/Cancun+581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274616397798943442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMzqu1BqtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PYecctETTpo/s320/Cancun+581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMy8DJCBHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mdtQIcIMDPY/s1600-h/Cancun+380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274615595797709938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMy8DJCBHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mdtQIcIMDPY/s320/Cancun+380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMyn1NW37I/AAAAAAAAAIE/enFnGNZbPw4/s1600-h/Cancun+360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274615248460373938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMyn1NW37I/AAAAAAAAAIE/enFnGNZbPw4/s320/Cancun+360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMyDAnBNDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bpJ1HXkU-yc/s1600-h/Cancun+317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274614615865635890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STMyDAnBNDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bpJ1HXkU-yc/s320/Cancun+317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holly, Carl and Spencer in Cancun Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-4061315316557566333?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4061315316557566333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=4061315316557566333&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4061315316557566333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/4061315316557566333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/11/cancun.html' title='Cancun'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/STM0U8_QiGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bwBpxXU2m3w/s72-c/Cancun+511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-6316890630191924536</id><published>2008-10-31T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:39:35.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SQtemCJQPcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yNctMDqFu9Q/s1600-h/Halloween+239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404597016280514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SQtemCJQPcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yNctMDqFu9Q/s400/Halloween+239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SQtelg1J3EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-WfCntQBQRc/s1600-h/Halloween+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404588073606210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SQtelg1J3EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-WfCntQBQRc/s400/Halloween+237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SQtekyK7wAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/I_tPXYnIg2A/s1600-h/Halloween+233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404575548489730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SQtekyK7wAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/I_tPXYnIg2A/s400/Halloween+233.JPG" border="0" 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href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SQtemCJQPcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yNctMDqFu9Q/s72-c/Halloween+239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-3748332887588925871</id><published>2008-10-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:53:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm HUNGRY...</title><content type='html'>I went to Ogden a while ago to try and help Kurls, who was supposed to be on bed rest. She is very bad at bed rest by the way, but I loved going out to spend time with my fam out there. On Saturday morning we went to the girls soccer game. Jaren was sitting in between Kurls and I grossing us both out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Jaren, stop picking your nose, it's gross."&lt;br /&gt;Kurls: "Jaren, stop it, now."&lt;br /&gt;Jaren stops momentarily while he is laughing. He quickly begins again though, this time he starts eating them after he fishes them out.&lt;br /&gt;Kurls and I: "Jaren, stop that is gross!"&lt;br /&gt;Jaren: "Well I'm hungry and there is nothing to eat but my boogers!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it I started laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a picture to record the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I've never been truly hungry. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260120813819757458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SP-0Asddg5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/L-mtgE3pZzU/s400/Spencer,+etc+170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-3748332887588925871?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3748332887588925871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3748332887588925871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3748332887588925871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3748332887588925871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-im-hungry.html' title='But I&apos;m HUNGRY...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SP-0Asddg5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/L-mtgE3pZzU/s72-c/Spencer,+etc+170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-55837421094548015</id><published>2008-10-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:04:15.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the tag Juani...</title><content type='html'>10 years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;1-was a senior in high school, wow, it doesn't seem like it was that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;2-was getting very excited and making plans on where to go to school and live.&lt;br /&gt;3-was sluffing school A LOT, I loved my senior year (I actually cut school plently all through my school days thanks to Juani teaching me the ropes while I was in middle school, aren't big sister great).&lt;br /&gt;4-had very long lunches with my friend Kasey Rae at least twice a week (this involoved cutting school also).&lt;br /&gt;5-was working at Arby's and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on today's "to do" list....&lt;br /&gt;1- Finish folding laundry&lt;br /&gt;2- Wash Laundry&lt;br /&gt;3-Cook Dinner&lt;br /&gt;4-Go buy pumpkins to carve for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;5-Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;1-Chips and Salsa&lt;br /&gt;2- Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;3-Pina Colada Slurpee&lt;br /&gt;4-Really good popcorn&lt;br /&gt;5-Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a millionaire...&lt;br /&gt;1- Buy a home big enough to fit all our stuff and our future family, with a large kitchen&lt;br /&gt;2-help others with debt&lt;br /&gt;3-Support charities&lt;br /&gt;4-Go back to Carl's mission when they dedicate the temple there.&lt;br /&gt;5- Invest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived...&lt;br /&gt;1- Vernal, UT&lt;br /&gt;2- Provo, UT&lt;br /&gt;3-Ephraim, UT&lt;br /&gt;4- Riverdale, UT&lt;br /&gt;5- Cedar City, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jobs I've had...&lt;br /&gt;1- Caseworker at DSPD&lt;br /&gt;2- Counselor for JJS&lt;br /&gt;3-Tech at a home for the mentally ill (very fun and interesting job)&lt;br /&gt;4- Hairdresser&lt;br /&gt;5- XB for my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Each player answers the question themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know that they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person that tagged you know when you've answered the questions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Foley&lt;br /&gt;Kenzee Jo&lt;br /&gt;Esther Rigby&lt;br /&gt;Audri Jo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Nitta ( I love your new name)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-55837421094548015?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/55837421094548015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=55837421094548015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/55837421094548015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/55837421094548015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-tag-juani.html' title='Thanks for the tag Juani...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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-1121945555322128684.post-3431167974244563385</id><published>2008-10-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:58:30.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month, 2 Month, 3 Month, 4....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEekwcAzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/toPzrftip-k/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259294494403855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEekwcAzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/toPzrftip-k/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer at the hospital the day he was born getting burped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEfesJwBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tcYPF3NBxfQ/s1600-h/312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259294509955137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEfesJwBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tcYPF3NBxfQ/s320/312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spencer on his 1 month birthday playing with his puppy in his boppy pillow. I love the way he looks in Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEfn6e17I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1XZgv4e4Nx8/s1600-h/8-4-08+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259294512431159218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEfn6e17I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1XZgv4e4Nx8/s320/8-4-08+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer on his 2 month birthday thinking about giving the camera a real smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEgeXr37I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Pa84eOneXM/s1600-h/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259294527049162674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEgeXr37I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Pa84eOneXM/s320/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer on his 3 month birthday laughing and playing in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEg_9_cKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f7ak3UxttuU/s1600-h/Spencer,+etc+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259294536068198562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEg_9_cKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f7ak3UxttuU/s320/Spencer,+etc+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spencer on his 4 month birthday, at Aunt Karlinda's house showing off his mad sitting skills, while coming into to eat the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our sweet baby boy is four months old. Actually he is closer to 5 months now but I am horrible at blogging, the fact that I left my picture card in Ogden when I went out there didn't help much either. But I have gotten it now, thanks to Kurls, so I can post some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About a week before I had Spencer I had a mom in my ward tell me that she missed that time in her life so much. I didn't understand what she was talking about. All I knew was that I was so tired of feeling sick all the time and just wanted it to end, I couldn't wait for him to come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About a week after he was born I started to understand what a special time we are at in our lives and understand what that mom ment when she said that she missed those times. I can't say that I miss being pregnant or that I love being pregnant, but I can say that it is an amazing miracle; and when I hold my baby boy in my arms, or watch him kicking and playing, I never want these days to end. He is such an amazing blessing in our home and our lives, the time is going by way to quickly and it makes me want to cry if I think about it too much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is amazing to me how much having a child has changed me.  My life plan and goals have completly changed.  Suddenly getting a master's and having a career are not important at all to me and all I want is to be able to be the one at home with my children, to see all of their firsts.  I'm so gratefull for Carl and how hard he works so that I can just be a mom and be with our little man.  Life is wonderful and our little man is growing way to fast, we are loving every minute of it though.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-3431167974244563385?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3431167974244563385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=3431167974244563385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3431167974244563385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/3431167974244563385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-month-2-month-3-month-4.html' title='1 Month, 2 Month, 3 Month, 4....'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SPzEekwcAzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/toPzrftip-k/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-8218015391591192597</id><published>2008-09-16T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:42:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cabin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SNAaK-jyStI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HAjaLQbxquk/s1600-h/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246722341780736722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SNAaK-jyStI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HAjaLQbxquk/s320/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SNAWRRkFyaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BZdrVcpBRjA/s1600-h/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718051914992034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SNAWRRkFyaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BZdrVcpBRjA/s320/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SNAWR3n9RbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/axQFtuRKxKM/s1600-h/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SNAWSC7j_LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IRpH9wSTsi0/s1600-h/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walt and Sus invited us to go camping for the weekend. I was so excited because Carl said that he would have the time to go. When it came down to it we didn't have enough time to get the camper ready and get up the mountain in time to have fun that night and we were a little nervous about taking Spencer tent camping just yet. Mom and Dad Foley were kind enough to let us use their cabin so we headed up there. Spencer had a good time, other then the sleeping part, he didn't do very well with that. Hence, Carl and I were very tired the rest of the weekend. I realized that I need to learn to take pictures of people other then Spencer when I looked through the pictures on our camera. But, since Spencer is the only one on our Camera here are a few pictures of him fron the cabin weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-8218015391591192597?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8218015391591192597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=8218015391591192597&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8218015391591192597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8218015391591192597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/09/cabin.html' title='The Cabin...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SNAaK-jyStI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HAjaLQbxquk/s72-c/August+17,+2008-September+16,+2008+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-1006239351930221703</id><published>2008-08-26T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:14:51.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>We blessed Spencer on July 6, 2008.  He was such a good little man for it.  He started the day off by sleeping completly through the night for the first time.  When we woke up I asked Carl if he had woken up with Spencer, thinking he had and someone I didn't hear it.  Carl said he hadn't and asked if I had.  When we realized neither of us had Carl went running into Spencer's room to make sure he was still breathing.  He of course was breathing and still asleep.  We were shocked that he had slept that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Spencer very tired and in his blessing outfit that my sister Melody, AKA Bubs, was kind enough to make for us out of my wedding dress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SLRryBZ-HAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hVlllHYxJ2I/s1600-h/334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238930773653724162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SLRryBZ-HAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hVlllHYxJ2I/s320/334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a family shot in our yard on his blessing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SLRry_5II9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jwxjKetUK1Q/s1600-h/353.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SLRrzDFlnDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lpUU87JCgIU/s1600-h/Family+Pix.+Blessing+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238930791284972594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SLRrzDFlnDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lpUU87JCgIU/s320/Family+Pix.+Blessing+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-1006239351930221703?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/1006239351930221703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=1006239351930221703&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/1006239351930221703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/1006239351930221703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SLRryBZ-HAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hVlllHYxJ2I/s72-c/334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-1098390348061959987</id><published>2008-08-17T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:08:58.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be little, but does size matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKi8thAtdEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Otv0CLmLU8E/s1600-h/May-July_190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235642056959685698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKi8thAtdEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Otv0CLmLU8E/s320/May-July_190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cousins Kevin, Ammon and Spencer teaching Ammon a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Spencer's blessing day lunch party held at the Naples Park. July 6th, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKi8SzQ93GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lOf926OXPDg/s1600-h/8-4-08+008.THM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-1098390348061959987?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/1098390348061959987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=1098390348061959987&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/1098390348061959987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/1098390348061959987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-may-be-little-but-does-size-matter.html' title='I may be little, but does size matter?'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKi8thAtdEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Otv0CLmLU8E/s72-c/May-July_190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-8378698344416018509</id><published>2008-08-14T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:08:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home...</title><content type='html'>After being at the hospital for 36 hours we decided it was time to come home. We brought Spencer home on May 24, 2008 at 2:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKTC3Pg87zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/99HeVGWoFTY/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234522921224695602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKTC3Pg87zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/99HeVGWoFTY/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing Spencer and getting him ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKTC3uI5IJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r77gCC5buU4/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234522929445281938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKTC3uI5IJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r77gCC5buU4/s320/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer drownding in his car seat once we got him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKTC33c1irI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hyJHe-_dutg/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234522931944852146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKTC33c1irI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hyJHe-_dutg/s320/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer one day old, at home, and sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-8378698344416018509?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8378698344416018509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=8378698344416018509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8378698344416018509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8378698344416018509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKTC3Pg87zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/99HeVGWoFTY/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-8438597507931788643</id><published>2008-08-14T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:33:37.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the little man...</title><content type='html'>I had decided that since 37 weeks was considered full term I really won't mind if our little man came 3 weeks early. So one night I was discussing it with Carl, after I'd given into the feeling that I knew our son wasn't coming early. I told Carl that I had decided that our baby could take all of the time that he needed to get to us and that I would even be okay if he came late, but I was just so excited to meet him and see what he looked like that I really wanted him to come ASAP. I said to Carl "Aren't you just so excited to see what he looks like and meet him". Carl's only response was "I can't wait to tickle his feet"! Hence the following pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKS_pqGL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RUZp_e3tL70/s1600-h/Daddy+Ticklin%27+Toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234519389307135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKS_pqGL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RUZp_e3tL70/s320/Daddy+Ticklin%27+Toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer with his daddy, just after he was born and they took him to clean him up.  Of course daddy is ticklin' his toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKS-jXjuJAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JuzjlIQvp1Y/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234518181739897858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKS-jXjuJAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JuzjlIQvp1Y/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer with me just after he was born.  I was just amazed looking at him and so excited that I finally got to hold him in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKS81NSbr_I/AAAAAAAAADs/br4uv9fz0_k/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-8438597507931788643?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8438597507931788643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=8438597507931788643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8438597507931788643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/8438597507931788643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/meeting-little-man.html' title='Meeting the little man...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SKS_pqGL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RUZp_e3tL70/s72-c/Daddy+Ticklin%27+Toes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-992972885254562976</id><published>2008-08-09T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:03:19.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world little one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ9meIupC2I/AAAAAAAAADk/XD6AOneEi0k/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013959953025890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ9meIupC2I/AAAAAAAAADk/XD6AOneEi0k/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is our wonderful baby boy just after he was born. He was born May 23, 2008 at 6:54 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013157174995346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ9lvaJcaZI/AAAAAAAAADc/IuUiJVeVw3U/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ9lGp_a7QI/AAAAAAAAADU/x_8ZiQ8TU-A/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of our favorites of our little man from the day he was born, he was getting burped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ9kt4MluhI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZwszGFcPb3M/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233012031369886226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ9kt4MluhI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZwszGFcPb3M/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The first famiy photo, taken just after Spencer was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I started having contractions around midnight on the 23rd. I had been havinng them for 2 days so we weren't getting serious about going to the hospital. I would have one and then fall asleep for a little bit and then the next contraction would wake me up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By around 1:30 the contractions were regular enough and painful enough that I couldn't go to sleep in between. Carl decided to shower and do more of his homework since I was keeping him awake. I'd heard that baths helped ease contractions so I tried it when Carl was done. It didn't even come close to working; I had to get out to throw up a few times. I gave up on the bath easing my pain idea and just showered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carl told me we were going to the hospital and gave me a blessing. The blessing did convince me that this was the real thing, but I was still worried about getting to the hospital to early and having them send us home. (This happened to one of my friends, she got sent home 3 times, I figured I would rather just wait and go there late enough they wouldn't want to send me away.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We got to the car and I was able to talk Carl into driving around a little before we went to the hospital. He told me we would drive around 15 minutes, if I had 3 contractions in that time we were going to the hospital. I had 3 contractions within 10 minutes and decided that we could go to the hospital and that I was really glad we had choosen to go to a doctor in Vernal not Roosevelt because I didn't want to drive any farther then necessary having contractions. I even tried putting my head out the window like a dog, nothing helped. &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;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We got to the hospital at 2:30 AM They asked when I was due, Carl said "Today". She took us to the room where they check you in, after checking the nurse just said, "Wow, you're gonna have this baby, we need to get you to another room". They took us to the labor and delivery room and after a lot of hard work we were blessed with a perfect wonderful baby boy. The whole experience was truly the most amazing thing we've experienced. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/992972885254562976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-beginning.html' title='Welcome to the world little one...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ9meIupC2I/AAAAAAAAADk/XD6AOneEi0k/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-5903512480193252091</id><published>2008-08-08T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:51:31.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Precious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ0TmF_nQeI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhu1rrd_5eY/s1600-h/8-4-08+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232359887239332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ0TmF_nQeI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhu1rrd_5eY/s200/8-4-08+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; He got gel in his hair for the first time today, you can't relally see his hair much in the pictures. He has lost a lot since he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ0S4G-7dRI/AAAAAAAAACM/MJIWZ6hmKUA/s1600-h/8-4-08+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232359097230914834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ0S4G-7dRI/AAAAAAAAACM/MJIWZ6hmKUA/s200/8-4-08+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was going to start the blog out in chronilogical order but I took picture of our sweet little man today that I thought were so cute and they are so accesible, so the chronilogical order isn't going to start yet. &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/1121945555322128684-5903512480193252091?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/5903512480193252091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=5903512480193252091&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5903512480193252091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/5903512480193252091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-precious.html' title='So Precious...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJ0TmF_nQeI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhu1rrd_5eY/s72-c/8-4-08+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-580879012983582650</id><published>2008-08-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:42:42.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Daddy's Hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJkZ0Pif7mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KrLqrfGq5o8/s1600-h/In+Daddy%27s+Hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231240827482664546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJkZ0Pif7mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KrLqrfGq5o8/s200/In+Daddy%27s+Hand.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures of our little man. He is such a blessing to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJkPX-3wAZI/AAAAAAAAABI/qcwMCdmvnjM/s1600-h/392.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-580879012983582650?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/580879012983582650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=580879012983582650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/580879012983582650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/580879012983582650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-daddys-hand.html' title='In Daddy&apos;s Hand...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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/_9ejbc8YfPKg/SJkZ0Pif7mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KrLqrfGq5o8/s72-c/In+Daddy%27s+Hand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121945555322128684.post-7362648256583344469</id><published>2008-08-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:44:35.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technologically Challenged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have finally decided that I need to try to catch up with technology.  I have many friends and family with blogs, I love to look at their's but didn't think I would ever make one.  I don't even know how to download pictures and e-mail them to people, I think I came close to having it figured out once though.  So here is my attempt to start a blog and catch up with technology.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1121945555322128684-7362648256583344469?l=carlandholly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/feeds/7362648256583344469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1121945555322128684&amp;postID=7362648256583344469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7362648256583344469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1121945555322128684/posts/default/7362648256583344469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlandholly.blogspot.com/2008/08/technologically-challenged.html' title='Technologically Challenged...'/><author><name>Holly,Carl Foley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03308508392558315445</uri><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></feed>
