<?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-1263092498375194129</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:06:26.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devin, Malory and Trevin Moore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8935202475835742009</id><published>2010-09-30T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:14:52.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Little Luck</title><content type='html'>I've been a bit busy, and a bit lazy when I am not busy. Just to show how much fun Ive had this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our local radio staion put on a drawing. It didnt cost anything but something inside of me kept nagging me that I need to enter that contest! Well I went to lunch with my good friend Liz and one of the entry boxs was at her work. So I finally entered my name and Devins. They called me a few nights later and told me I was a finalist. WAHOO! I kept thinking, "I'm going to win this thing, but I dont want to get my hopes up!" Well, I told Devin my feelings and he thought I was crazy, I told my mother in law, she thought I was crazy... It seemed everyone thought I was crazy if I though I was going to win this thing. Well, the day came. We went to Jorgensens where the final drawing was. I had a 1 in 53 chance to win, and thats just the finalists. They were on the air when they drew the lucky winner and they said "I better hear the person that wins this." I was thinking Crap I am not a screaming type of winner. I am more embarrassed if I win even if I am excited! They pulled my name and Devin, My mother in law and my Father in laws jaws hit the floor. I kinda did a "WAHOO" with as much enthusiasm as I could drudge up. They asked me a couple questions on the radio and Gave me the info I needed. Here is what I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A swimming party for me and 50 friends&lt;br /&gt;*A BBQ for the party&lt;br /&gt;*A New BBQ that they used for the Party&lt;br /&gt;*$100 Gift Certificate to Christensens Department store&lt;br /&gt;*$100 Gift Certificate to Walmart&lt;br /&gt;*A hair cut and Style at Salon 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled and had so much fun with everyone. They even did a "Sound Byte" for their radio station. I am not very Articulate when I am put on the spot haha! So Glad I had some friends and Family to Celebrate my winnings with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you how lazy/busy I have been this happend August 17th haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-8935202475835742009?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8935202475835742009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8935202475835742009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8935202475835742009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8935202475835742009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/09/with-little-luck.html' title='With a Little Luck'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-1093894061597622711</id><published>2010-08-30T13:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:14:49.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>We had a bunch of family pictures done by our wonderful sister in law Amy! I love them. Hope you do to!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwRFtyupiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3O7zbE5hBR0/s1600/IMG_4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511298833884030498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwRFtyupiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3O7zbE5hBR0/s400/IMG_4542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQkHpNc7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/AItOE0IJ-U4/s1600/IMG_4661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511298256707875762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQkHpNc7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/AItOE0IJ-U4/s400/IMG_4661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQjnEl8JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rZv7MM0nvOg/s1600/IMG_4658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511298247964356754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQjnEl8JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rZv7MM0nvOg/s400/IMG_4658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQjfOUxqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/00yeujjzaPo/s1600/IMG_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511298245857691298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQjfOUxqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/00yeujjzaPo/s400/IMG_4650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQi--NtVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L-apZJCE52k/s1600/IMG_4622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511298237200184658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwQi--NtVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L-apZJCE52k/s400/IMG_4622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPOv7p3tI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t0oagipW9Mc/s1600/IMG_4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511296790053904082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPOv7p3tI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t0oagipW9Mc/s400/IMG_4619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPNsTvQeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XgsE3Mo4atc/s1600/IMG_4605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511296771901309410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPNsTvQeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XgsE3Mo4atc/s400/IMG_4605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPNOmMetI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Ywy6FCIaQNw/s1600/IMG_4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511296763925658322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPNOmMetI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Ywy6FCIaQNw/s400/IMG_4600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPMr1Dr_I/AAAAAAAAAao/Rw778exovt4/s1600/IMG_4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511296754592755698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPMr1Dr_I/AAAAAAAAAao/Rw778exovt4/s400/IMG_4572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPMG7zMpI/AAAAAAAAAag/C1-MyTtVZnI/s1600/IMG_4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511296744688923282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwPMG7zMpI/AAAAAAAAAag/C1-MyTtVZnI/s400/IMG_4565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwNzyLwQ4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/U3pMlgRLAkc/s1600/IMG_4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511295227290207106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwNzyLwQ4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/U3pMlgRLAkc/s400/IMG_4547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwNzW5wKmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bKwyhFrzKLg/s1600/IMG_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511295219966945890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwNzW5wKmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bKwyhFrzKLg/s400/IMG_4540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwNx2Ij_rI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5qkM5biCq8s/s1600/IMG_4460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511295193990823602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwNx2Ij_rI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5qkM5biCq8s/s400/IMG_4460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-1093894061597622711?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1093894061597622711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=1093894061597622711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/1093894061597622711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/1093894061597622711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/THwRFtyupiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3O7zbE5hBR0/s72-c/IMG_4542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-5910633573500007013</id><published>2010-05-17T11:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:32:51.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years ago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472289994109785362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S_F6wZbWlRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/w7R3XFWnkbA/s400/MooreWedding_C019.jpg" /&gt;Two years ago this morning was the first morning I ever woke up next to my loving Husband. We were Married two years previous from yesterday... and we cant believe it. I wouldnt have changed anything about my wedding at all! It was one of the best days of my life. It was a start of finding who I was and who I will be. I have grown so very much because of the life my husband has provided for me and I love and thank him for all he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472292278313619618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S_F81Wv_EKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UXVEjNNFaUc/s400/CIMG1456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could have never expect or imagine that my life would be so gratifying because of that day. We have had the best life since we met one another. I couldnt imagine myself with anyone else, and I have never met someone so kind, loving, generous, Compationate, Amazing, and Strengthening in my life. He makes me want to wake up each morning and do my best. He is my companion for eternity and he has made that possible for me and I am so greatful. Love is comparible to to not one earthly thing. I am baffled at his unconditional love and support. Baby, I love you with all of my heart and I am so thankful for the gifts you have given me like our beautiful son. You are my light and my soul. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472292292310671506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S_F82K5JIJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xzQ1_ffoFQc/s400/Picture+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant think of anyone who makes such cute babies as you and I. You are an amazing father. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472292283691307170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S_F81qyIEKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5nH9Xdi5DRU/s400/CIMG1489.JPG" /&gt;No matter if your patients is wearing thin, you still know how to handle things and you take the time each day to tell our son how much you love him and how much he means to us. I know he looks up to you already. He brightens up as soon as you walk in the door from work. We love you with everything and hope that you know that. All our love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472292301500045618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S_F82tID2TI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8okWnDUc9aM/s400/Picture+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1263092498375194129-5910633573500007013?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5910633573500007013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=5910633573500007013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/5910633573500007013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/5910633573500007013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-years-ago.html' title='2 Years ago!'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S_F6wZbWlRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/w7R3XFWnkbA/s72-c/MooreWedding_C019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-6927127551944721585</id><published>2010-04-08T17:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:30:40.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hair cut and Easter at Grandma Donnas!!!</title><content type='html'>Easter weekend: On Friday, Devin had a Mission reunion. We headed up that day and visited with a bunch of old friends. We then went to my parents. On Easter day we went out to my Grandma Donna's house who had an easter egg hunt for the great grand kids and rented a big blow up slide. So here are our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rSU4iStI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ym7HSu-ttLw/s1600/Easter+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917761007274706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rSU4iStI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ym7HSu-ttLw/s200/Easter+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finding easter eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pTvJp9UI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k7UIvLTLAjY/s1600/Easter+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457915586215015746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pTvJp9UI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k7UIvLTLAjY/s200/Easter+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the Hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rRwUmdiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/FvVdWMA48MA/s1600/Easter+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917751192876578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rRwUmdiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/FvVdWMA48MA/s200/Easter+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rSsUGbvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TtCM3hghhGU/s1600/Easter+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917767296904946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rSsUGbvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TtCM3hghhGU/s200/Easter+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p7HtR0_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/3F3jtniZYVA/s1600/Easter+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457916262821778418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p7HtR0_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/3F3jtniZYVA/s200/Easter+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p6OquUgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/s9h4_VyQ-ps/s1600/Easter+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457916247510241794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p6OquUgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/s9h4_VyQ-ps/s200/Easter+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Donna even went down the slide! What a 80 year old Grandma do we have! AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p69emvWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gkERG_VL0JY/s1600/Easter+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457916260075879778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p69emvWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gkERG_VL0JY/s200/Easter+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p6cza--I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zg8B--Z0EAI/s1600/Easter+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457916251304819682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75p6cza--I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zg8B--Z0EAI/s200/Easter+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Broadie, Stacy, Trevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pUl_V5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ymEw9AxHD54/s1600/Easter+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457915600935708306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pUl_V5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ymEw9AxHD54/s200/Easter+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle and Olivia and Olivia&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pULrVmLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WOualvJv3qw/s1600/Easter+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457915593872480434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pULrVmLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WOualvJv3qw/s200/Easter+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rRfx8y_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/w6hDiIxQsIE/s1600/Easter+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917746752572402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rRfx8y_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/w6hDiIxQsIE/s200/Easter+078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a long day, what can we say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pTbyn2nI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6BVdSVd_G-M/s1600/Easter+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457915581018135154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75pTbyn2nI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6BVdSVd_G-M/s200/Easter+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevin getting his first Hair cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rQ-pc5VI/AAAAAAAAAYo/DyCC1EkSkLk/s1600/Easter+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457917737858557266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rQ-pc5VI/AAAAAAAAAYo/DyCC1EkSkLk/s200/Easter+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't resist this one! Trevin climbed into our cabinet below Our TV.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-6927127551944721585?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6927127551944721585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=6927127551944721585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6927127551944721585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6927127551944721585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-hair-cut-and-easter-at-grandma.html' title='First Hair cut and Easter at Grandma Donnas!!!'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75rSU4iStI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ym7HSu-ttLw/s72-c/Easter+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-9086567784055760171</id><published>2010-04-08T15:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:34:44.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium Fun.</title><content type='html'>We took Trevin to the Living Planet Aquarium on the Saturday before Easter, since we were up visiting my parents. We had so much fun, Trevin was just amazed by the fish! At home we have a light up fish tank that have fish that go around and around on it, and Trevin loves watching it and tries to say "fishy". A few times I heard him say "fffffaaaa" which is his word for fishy. We also were lucky enough to have My sister and brother in law come with their two girls Ally and McKenzie, And my wonderful mother as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MwnUd6aI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/iuvUuRexOJ8/s1600/Easter+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457884196491880866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MwnUd6aI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/iuvUuRexOJ8/s200/Easter+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevins first thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MwGToMXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NtZiYeAC64c/s1600/Easter+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457884187629990258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MwGToMXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NtZiYeAC64c/s200/Easter+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ally Loving the Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MgZCq9UI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FwrsHjeG3LQ/s1600/Easter+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883917781235010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MgZCq9UI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FwrsHjeG3LQ/s200/Easter+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell, he had a hard time holding still. Dont mind the blurry moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MgHALs0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/b3sJ8cEV8-4/s1600/Easter+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883912938959682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MgHALs0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/b3sJ8cEV8-4/s200/Easter+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MfxpvcYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/giPIDcbaQHE/s1600/Easter+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883907207688578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MfxpvcYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/giPIDcbaQHE/s200/Easter+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Trevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MfU8ZOnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fRy9qXShavs/s1600/Easter+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883899501296242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MfU8ZOnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fRy9qXShavs/s200/Easter+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevin and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MfIlAoHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/eme05DSUI2o/s1600/Easter+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883896181989490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MfIlAoHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/eme05DSUI2o/s200/Easter+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one makes me Laugh so hard! All Three kids on a fake Fish, make sure and take in each facial expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MHxpHLeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zK87GpqkNE0/s1600/Easter+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883494888189410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MHxpHLeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zK87GpqkNE0/s200/Easter+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MHnyrUpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fnPd6a2bEmk/s1600/Easter+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883492243952274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MHnyrUpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fnPd6a2bEmk/s200/Easter+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Mckenzie watching the Penguins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MG2vBK-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/I8f1vjmccF0/s1600/Easter+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883479075269602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MG2vBK-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/I8f1vjmccF0/s200/Easter+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This fish freaked me out It was way to close for Comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MGeiiBCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nN1NzgyVxKI/s1600/Easter+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457883472580445218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MGeiiBCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nN1NzgyVxKI/s200/Easter+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-9086567784055760171?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/9086567784055760171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=9086567784055760171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/9086567784055760171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/9086567784055760171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/04/aquarium-fun.html' title='Aquarium Fun.'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S75MwnUd6aI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/iuvUuRexOJ8/s72-c/Easter+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-352714547502312623</id><published>2010-03-11T16:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:43:35.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilean Earthquake</title><content type='html'>We have all heard of the recent Chilean Earthquake. A good friend of mine sent me this article today and I had to share it. It touched my heart so deep that I literaly cried the whole way through it. It reminds me how lucky we are to have the gospel in our lives and how God prepares people in their own time. It is sad to think that something this emense should have to take place to get people to open their eyes, but I just have to remember that Its a blessing they open their eyes. I am so proud of our Missionaries. I love each and every one of them for what they do for our brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, take the time to read this. I hope it touches your heart like it did mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldsmag.com/churchupdate/100303chile.html"&gt;http://www.ldsmag.com/churchupdate/100303chile.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-352714547502312623?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/352714547502312623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=352714547502312623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/352714547502312623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/352714547502312623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/03/chilean-earthquake.html' title='Chilean Earthquake'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-2823294815951003731</id><published>2010-03-02T12:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:17:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>Trevin was born with a condition called Hypospadias. I am going to try not to get to graphic, but his Urethra didnt come out the tip, but much lower. To be able to pee straight and to have a better chance and procreating, Trevin had to go in on Monday, February 22, 2010 for corrective surgery. When we first found out he had this problem it was a little concerning, seeing how that we didnt have insurance. We went to the doctors when he was probably a month old and they told us it would cost almost $10,000 to have this corrected. We didnt know how we were going to pay for this. We were Terrified. Luckily we were able to get on Medicaid, and they covered the whole cost. We feel so blessed. We werent to concerned to get it done because they told us that its very common, that its and easy fix, it only takes about a half an hour, and that he doesnt have to have it done until he is over 6 months old. Well time flew by us like we all know it does. The next thing I knew, we were driving to my Grandma Dona's house Sunday night and Monday morning at 8:30 He would be in surgery. We felt so blessed, Devins parents Drove all the way up to Riverton from Elsinore to be at the hospital with us. My parents Drove from Grantsville to be there, and also Devins Sister Marcea came as well. We felt so loved. As we did the routine to get Trevin ready, I was scared because I know he doesnt handle well when he is hungery and he couldnt have anything but water after midnight and nothing after 6:30. As Sunday night went along, we were trying to distract ourselves from what would happen the next morning. We took a nap when we got to My grandma's, then we went to Dinner, and soon off to visit my Aunt and Uncle in Draper. We came home got Trevin to bed, and just as we were settling into bed about to drift off into LaLa Land, I hear a blood curtling Scream. Trevin woke up screaming his head off from what? Im not sure still. It was one of these things. Sleeping in a new place, Scared, Diaper Rash, or wanting a warm Bottle. It took us about 20-30 minutes to get him to stop screaming and crying. I tried a bath I tried a bottle I tried bouncing him, changing his diaper. Anything I could think of. Finally I wamed his bottle and He was okay. Well I finaly get to sleep and I swear I woke up every half and hour thinking did I Sleep through the alarm? Is it time yet? I was getting nervous. We got him to the hospital the next morning and everyone was there. We did the hospital routine, and got him back and as the Anethsesiologist took our son from our arms He was asleep. Trevin opened his eyes one more time to peek at us and went to sleep. As we walked away we tried not to cry. As we went into the waiting room with our family the water works hit us both. It took them almost 2 hours to fix Trevins problem, and told us only one of us could go see him in the recovery room. I jumped up and went, I felt bad afterwards and appologized to Devin. I was just a little jumpy. I walked in and Trevin was laying there batting his hands at the nurses bages. He saw me and instantly started to cry wanting me to hold him. I held him and loved him and make him feel okay. I gave him some glucose water but he was a little upset as most are after surgery. They gave him a second dose of medicine and he seemed to relax. Except when his face was itching from it he just wanted to sleep. They kept us there for longer then20 minutes so Devin was getting nervous. Fianlly He asked the Nurse if he could come back, she came to see what was going on and they were just getting ready to move us and Devin met us back in the new area.He made us a little nervous though in the recovery area, because of his Morphine he wouldnt breath as deep as we needed him to. His oxygen levels would drop periodicly, so we had to stay there for close to 2 hours instead of 1. I passed him to Devin and both of us just wanted to cry, because we knew how important he is in our family. We knew how much we really cared for this little boy. We were over come with joy that he was okay, that everything went okay. The Doctor had told us that He did really well, that they only had one thing surprise them. They said when they put the catheter in that in some parts the skin was so thin that they could read the writting on the catheter. So the cuts had to be bigger. They said that 2/3rds of his penis had a horse shoe cut on it. I know he was in pain, but he was so good. Once they took the bandages off his hand to hold the IV in, he was happy! He just wanted to chew on his hand! We are so blessed each day. We couldnt even imagine what life would be like with out our sweet little boy. Thanks for everyones prayers and wishes for Trevins safty. We love you all!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jNM5_a0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/DFOS-f3xuAg/s1600-h/Trevin+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444116603014703938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jNM5_a0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/DFOS-f3xuAg/s200/Trevin+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jDQNiKBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZL5EDBiVXvI/s1600-h/Trevin+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444116432103286802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jDQNiKBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZL5EDBiVXvI/s200/Trevin+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comfy much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jDMO-ozI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IYsKsdRC0X0/s1600-h/Trevin+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444116431035605810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jDMO-ozI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IYsKsdRC0X0/s200/Trevin+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spralled out on Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jCrYQPmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Yrf6khHf7F0/s1600-h/Trevin+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444116422216138338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jCrYQPmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Yrf6khHf7F0/s200/Trevin+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jCZho9iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HOWwAtCtAp4/s1600-h/Trevin+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444116417423668770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jCZho9iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HOWwAtCtAp4/s200/Trevin+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jCNprJqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/M-f5J-3PJXQ/s1600-h/Trevin+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444116414236141218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jCNprJqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/M-f5J-3PJXQ/s200/Trevin+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a sweetie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41inDeerGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OxmjHJYlXH0/s1600-h/Trevin+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444115947648363618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41inDeerGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OxmjHJYlXH0/s200/Trevin+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a rough day and night dont make fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41imz3qJ8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/dBmBcgVsyok/s1600-h/Trevin+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444115943459006402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41imz3qJ8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/dBmBcgVsyok/s200/Trevin+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only way he was happy with me was over my sholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41imOAfVzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/v0U7RZACVIE/s1600-h/Trevin+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444115933295499058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41imOAfVzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/v0U7RZACVIE/s200/Trevin+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Devin was Holding him His feet were crossed and he was so comfy with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444123600830020946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41pkhzLPVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/O5kYf9w9sew/s200/Trevin+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy loving on baby when getting ready to leave the hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-2823294815951003731?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2823294815951003731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=2823294815951003731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2823294815951003731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2823294815951003731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/03/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41jNM5_a0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/DFOS-f3xuAg/s72-c/Trevin+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-774036735503335192</id><published>2010-03-02T11:37:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:08:45.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Blogging world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm a little behind on blogging recently because Devins Laptop was Crazy slow, so we got it fixed. It took a while but we have it back now. So here are our updates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41eJTVKWKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ENB6P5sRWAg/s1600-h/Trevin+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109651395842226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41c4kG5kLI/AAAAAAAAARo/VDgEhtL4xdg/s200/Trevin+010.jpg" /&gt;I think Trevin looks so cute here. I just couldnt help it. He was just being sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41eJKEUVqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pSwLWjjLpjo/s1600-h/Trevin+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109655148252338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41c4yFizLI/AAAAAAAAARw/58nGfcdsrRU/s200/Trevin+001.jpg" /&gt;We had Great Grandma Dona's 80th Birthday Party!  Look at my Two handsome boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109662270286098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41c5MnkaRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pM6KvvKSg1Y/s200/Trevin+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a Tired Boy on our hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109668865627426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41c5lMBVSI/AAAAAAAAASA/K8Hwze83mK4/s200/Trevin+004.jpg" /&gt;Great Grandma Dona and several of her Great Grandchildren!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dk1cm7rI/AAAAAAAAATI/zr7zSofzzbk/s1600-h/Trevin+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109673567839602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41c52tHZXI/AAAAAAAAASI/Swi9rHtlLMk/s200/Trevin+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevin Adores his Daddy. He thought it was cool having shaving cream on him self as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109986845704834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dMFwYQoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VomcgjYgf7g/s200/Trevin+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Christmas time, we had a Town Christmas Party and Trevin got to sit on Santas Lap. He was tired and a little ornery, but I handed him to Santa and I was surprised. He got a big grin on and just thought it was so cool. Made my day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110000307370306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dM354-UI/AAAAAAAAASg/6oUFTiFk5uc/s200/Trevin+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve, we went to Great Grandma Nona's House and played games and had a lot of fun with cousins and relatives. Trevin didnt know what to think of unwrapping papper. He didnt care to help, so I unwrapped them for him, but when Grandma Nona gave him this monkey the first thing he did was grab it and Kiss it with everything he had. He was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110018876573458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dN9FIhxI/AAAAAAAAASo/c4TiXaSAw0k/s200/Trevin+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also for Christmas He got a light up fish tank. He loves to sit and watch the fish go round and round. Thanks Great Grandma Dona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109995000142754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dMkIjG6I/AAAAAAAAASY/vZgn_lEsPIc/s200/Trevin+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevin Loves his food. For a while it was more on his face then inside, but he has gotten better lately. Although, He HATES Peaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110411964542642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dk1cm7rI/AAAAAAAAATI/zr7zSofzzbk/s200/Trevin+021.jpg" /&gt;Before church a couple weeks ago, I thought trevin looked so cute I had to take some pictures. Just remember he is the focus in this picture not me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dkuGdZuI/AAAAAAAAATA/vlwh0g8Jdd4/s1600-h/Trevin+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110409992595170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dkuGdZuI/AAAAAAAAATA/vlwh0g8Jdd4/s200/Trevin+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and baby just loving time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110026392504530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dOZFEiNI/AAAAAAAAASw/vYg5kMgry0c/s200/Trevin+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevin Learned to crawl a few weeks ago. He is everywhere. And pulling himself up. I am in trouble now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110397570684770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41dj_02F2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/pHmnCb5c2uU/s200/Trevin+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I am crazy for putting this picture up, but I think it explains Trevin. He LOVES to make faces at people. I gave him to Grandma Jodi and I took probably half a dozen pictures and each on had a funny face. Everytime I see him, He makes me laugh. He makes my day and he makes my life so special. I love him with all I have. I know how lucky we are to have him, and I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends and family to care so much about my baby, and my family. We love all of you. Thanks for all you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-774036735503335192?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/774036735503335192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=774036735503335192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/774036735503335192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/774036735503335192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-blogging-world.html' title='Back to the Blogging world'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/S41c4kG5kLI/AAAAAAAAARo/VDgEhtL4xdg/s72-c/Trevin+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-2886773213875073802</id><published>2010-01-07T16:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:27:58.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while.</title><content type='html'>Well lately it has been the craziest times in our house. Since we have been building our house it has taken up a lot of time, and also trying to get things ready to move. To update a little.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving we went to my parents house, ate, and spent the night. We sat there and debated should we take the car or truck, which we never do, and I am so thankful we took the truck. On the way there we were probably half an hour away from our destination and the car in front of us had an accident. I believe they did two rolls in their car and it was quite a scary situation. I have never had to help with an accident so the nerves were quite crazy. It really scared us because Trevin was in our truck and seeing that happen right in front of us was quite tramatic. Devin pulled over and ran to the car I called 911 and tried to find the closest mile marker. Not thinking straight, I ran down the road probably half a mile down to the mile marker. On my way I had noticed a sign next to the rail road that was the rail road mile marker, so I told the opperator about that they had found where we were before I could run all the way down there. Just to make sure I still double checked. And of course I did this all in heals. She wanted me to get back so she could ask questions at the car, so I gave the lady Devins Number. Luckily they were just fine. I ended up with blisters on my feet and a little stressed over the ordeal. Once we got in the car Devin was so happy. I couldnt understand and I asked what he delt with and he said that the lady in the car noticed her older son driving was having a hard time and one of the first things she asked was if Devin Held the preisthood. Devin got to give the man a blessing before anyone was on scene. I was so proud of him. It makes me feel so lucky to have such a wonderful man in my life. It was a weird situation. If any one knows where Rushvalley is and Vernen was the accident happened between there. There was a total of 5 ambulances there and 3 fire trucks AND 2 Cop cars! So we were covered there. We were a little late and made dinner be delayed a little while but I felt so good that I could help them! Dinner and the weekend was great. We went to black friday shopping at the sears in Tooele and got a dishwasher, range, and a micro hood for killer deals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas time, we had way to many parties to go to, but it was a blast. We celebrated Christmas by waking up at 7 and opening presents with Kevin and Cindy! Trevin loved it. We then headed out to my Grandma Dona's house for the party at her house. Then off to Grandma and Grandpa Madsens, then to my sisters for dinner and games, and finally to my parents. It was quite a busy day but well worth it. We were so spoiled this year but loved being with family more than anything. Trevin got a high chair, crinkle book, car seat toys, pajamas, a toy that he can lay under and play with, clothes, and a sound top! He was so happy. Devin loved his GPS that Grandma Dona gave him and all the other things as well. That probably was his favorite little gaget though. I felt blessed to get a necklace from my grandma that is an heirloom  now. It has a diamond from one of my grandmas rings. But wow I still felt spoiled by all the rest of my gifts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the New year we went to Jerrett and Amy's house for our anual New years eve party, playing games and having fun with friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be moving into our house in a couple weeks. It is getting close. I promise I am going to get pictures up its just been quite the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday season. Hope You all loved it as much as I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-2886773213875073802?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2886773213875073802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=2886773213875073802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2886773213875073802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2886773213875073802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-while.html' title='Been a while.'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-6649289286143409006</id><published>2009-11-09T22:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:17:24.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You think I am WHAT? And my son has WHAT???</title><content type='html'>Recently Trevin has had a bit of a cough and some mucus build up. I have been trying to make sure he is as comfortable as can be. We had to go in on Wednesday to get his second round of shots so while I was there I asked them to make sure he was okay. They Took his tempurature and said he couldnt have his shots because of his tempurature. Poor guy. They told me his lungs were clear and had a little bit of a red ear on the left side and told me to bring him in again on Monday. Well.............This has been my WONDERFUL DAY! First off let me help you understand a bit more. Devin had to go to Hanksville for work this week until Wednesday or Thursday. So I am here to run the roost by myself. I went to the doctor and they took his tempurature, and it was normal, and then his O stats and they were really good too! So I am thinking Finally we can get these shots done with. My doctor, Dixie, came in and listented to his lungs and checked his ears, she looked at me and said "He cant have his Shots today because he Either has Bronchitis or Pneumonia." WONDERFUL!!!!! She said "Take him to the Hospital and get a Chest X-Ray." Now before I left I asked about my Period. Yes our womanly curse. I have been getting my period every two weeks for the past three times. She said You are probably pregnant take a pregnancy Test. CRAP!!! I think I about fainted right then and there. I about cried as I was peeing in this little cup. Thinking How can this happen?? Then I had to go to the Hospital so I didnt get my results yet. As I drove to the hospital I am on my last string. I get there and get him all undressed for his x-ray and they say is there any possible chance you could be pregnant? I had to say YES because heavens sake I just took a pregnancy test 5 minutes previously. they couldnt let me stay in the room to help make my baby okay getting his x-ray. I almost cried as I stood outside helpless. I hate hospitals by the way. Then they brought him back out to me and said WOW he was so good!!! Then everyone in the radiology department surrounded me and did the OH MY GOODNESS HE IS SOOOOO CUTE! I swear I heard "Hes so cute" about 20 times. They send me back to the doctors. They set me in the room and I try to get the attention of the assistant and ask her if I am pregnant and she says it was negative. Wow big Sigh of relief! I sat in that room trying to figure out whats going on and finally FINALLY Dixie came in and said they havent called let me call them. She does and they said PNEUMONIA! HOLY CRAP How am I going to take care of this baby by myself and keep everything going while teaching voice lessons and everything! She Then gave me prescriptions for a nebulizer and an antibiotic. Nebulizer 4 times a day and antibiotic 3 times a day! for 7 yes 7 days. Yay for days you want to just crawl back into bed and sleep rather than run run run run run run like a crazy lady around town. Oh well. Im just glad we found out about his pneumonia in the beginning stages. If he had to go to the hospital I would have been Frantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-6649289286143409006?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6649289286143409006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=6649289286143409006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6649289286143409006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6649289286143409006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-think-i-am-what-and-my-son-has-what.html' title='You think I am WHAT? And my son has WHAT???'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-2801116972473281394</id><published>2009-11-09T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:00:56.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_xuSi2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LuzOGQn8bHI/s1600-h/2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402334930524080994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_xuSi2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LuzOGQn8bHI/s400/2366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trunk or Treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_qQcs0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/_siI5FcZdvE/s1600-h/2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402334928519869250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_qQcs0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/_siI5FcZdvE/s400/2368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fell asleep at the carnival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_SArMXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Vd8FqrNETNs/s1600-h/2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402334922011259250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_SArMXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Vd8FqrNETNs/s400/2363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Grandma Nona &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_HHEVlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SEK2kywWDEU/s1600-h/2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402334919085282898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_HHEVlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SEK2kywWDEU/s400/2360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beary CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy-4QdnWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/82MB_EKcroM/s1600-h/2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402334915098156386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy-4QdnWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/82MB_EKcroM/s400/2352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Attempted to make all these hats. I think they turned out Pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gavin, Alyson, Trevin and Brogun as the Goldilock and the three bears&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/1263092498375194129-2801116972473281394?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2801116972473281394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=2801116972473281394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2801116972473281394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2801116972473281394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjy_xuSi2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LuzOGQn8bHI/s72-c/2366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-4600019590148265456</id><published>2009-11-09T21:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:54:14.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjwpaRR1_I/AAAAAAAAANs/gNe_H21Zt9c/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402332347248007154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjwpaRR1_I/AAAAAAAAANs/gNe_H21Zt9c/s400/IMG_2807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently had our Sister in law Amy take our family photo's. They turned out so darn cute if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjwo2IcrKI/AAAAAAAAANk/_VORrrYBtBs/s1600-h/IMG_2822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402332337547291810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjwo2IcrKI/AAAAAAAAANk/_VORrrYBtBs/s400/IMG_2822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and his Pal. Future fire fighter is what Devin wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjwotpTivI/AAAAAAAAANc/3w86rYUYZ9Y/s1600-h/IMG_2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402332335269186290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjwotpTivI/AAAAAAAAANc/3w86rYUYZ9Y/s400/IMG_2815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjwoPRimcI/AAAAAAAAANU/fomOTzxCIvI/s1600-h/IMG_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402332327116446146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjwoPRimcI/AAAAAAAAANU/fomOTzxCIvI/s400/IMG_2795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjwn_vNQRI/AAAAAAAAANM/EBtojFpmvQs/s1600-h/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402332322945909010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjwn_vNQRI/AAAAAAAAANM/EBtojFpmvQs/s400/IMG_2751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has a funny story behind it. Devin was telling Amy about this picture he wanted done to replicate one that Devin had of him and his father. Well we were looking through the photos the other day and found that picture. It wasnt him and his dad it was Derrick and his dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjulm0fOBI/AAAAAAAAANE/cDModZlBk_s/s1600-h/IMG_2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402330082874177554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjulm0fOBI/AAAAAAAAANE/cDModZlBk_s/s400/IMG_2745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to make these hats for the new babies for Halloween. They were Goldilocks and the Three bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjulAxtzZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UK5Lh_rDn7M/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402330072662003090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjulAxtzZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UK5Lh_rDn7M/s400/IMG_2734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjukkWC3sI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iXpAfYtTmwY/s1600-h/IMG_2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402328692816668066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjtUsc85aI/AAAAAAAAAME/0omb5XbHRvM/s400/IMG_2665.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjtUBTeMVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/E8QQiGq0ZCw/s1600-h/IMG_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402328681234182482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjtUBTeMVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/E8QQiGq0ZCw/s400/IMG_2663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-4600019590148265456?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4600019590148265456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=4600019590148265456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4600019590148265456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4600019590148265456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-recently-had-our-sister-in-law-amy.html' title=''/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjwpaRR1_I/AAAAAAAAANs/gNe_H21Zt9c/s72-c/IMG_2807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-1625252488382861649</id><published>2009-11-09T20:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:30:28.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few stories in a short Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjpz94QepI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ypfB4mgVf74/s1600-h/2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324832024033938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjpz94QepI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ypfB4mgVf74/s400/2335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While visiting my sister this past month, I thought of her taking a picture of her daughter Ali in this sink, so while helping her I decided I'd try it. It must be a comfortable sink lol. I couldnt resist.  I was helping here for a week taking care of her kids because she had her leg broken and metal bars put in to help straighten it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpzgroCQI/AAAAAAAAALs/b7Czhl88oPM/s1600-h/2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324824186423554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpzgroCQI/AAAAAAAAALs/b7Czhl88oPM/s400/2331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Trevin Loves his dad. I had to take a picture of him and his daddy taking a nap, sadly I woke them both up taking the picture, but it was well worth it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpzYoogKI/AAAAAAAAALk/rJ8-uxoomZI/s1600-h/2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324822026387618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpzYoogKI/AAAAAAAAALk/rJ8-uxoomZI/s400/2320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before Halloween, Cindy wanted to have a craft for the kids, so One afternoon we got the kids toghether and made our desert for that night. Spider oreos are way fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpzEhHGYI/AAAAAAAAALc/6ckXo74xn4Q/s1600-h/2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324816626129282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpzEhHGYI/AAAAAAAAALc/6ckXo74xn4Q/s400/2296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Middle of October, Devin and I decided to take a ride up Monroe canyon. I decided to take a few pictures up there. It was goreous. We ended up driving clear over the mountain to Marysvale! On the way we saw a potched Mountain Lion, I honestly thought HEY we should take a picture because no one will believe us... but then I figured I could get in a lot of trouble Even though I didnt do anything.&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 align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpytR6nTI/AAAAAAAAALU/zRjlewU5rbg/s1600-h/2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324810388380978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SvjpytR6nTI/AAAAAAAAALU/zRjlewU5rbg/s400/2274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevin LOVES Grandma Jodi's Saucer. He plays in it every day. I cant believe how cute he is. He learns so much from this. It makes me not want him in it because he GROWS so FAST!!!&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/1263092498375194129-1625252488382861649?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1625252488382861649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=1625252488382861649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/1625252488382861649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/1625252488382861649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-stories-in-short-post.html' title='A few stories in a short Post'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Svjpz94QepI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ypfB4mgVf74/s72-c/2335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-1370415643467584861</id><published>2009-10-08T17:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:00:47.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MD8oD1TI/AAAAAAAAALA/kyVIyaV7stQ/s1600-h/2009+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399803450709298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MD8oD1TI/AAAAAAAAALA/kyVIyaV7stQ/s200/2009+202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MDAPlgjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/L5siVfL1LBU/s1600-h/2009+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399787241931314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MDAPlgjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/L5siVfL1LBU/s200/2009+187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MDuG3YCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uFNHWlAz5wA/s1600-h/2009+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399799553384482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MDuG3YCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uFNHWlAz5wA/s200/2009+189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MCQEPwjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-6NNEIxgvyw/s1600-h/2009+180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399774309466674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MCQEPwjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-6NNEIxgvyw/s200/2009+180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MCkjIDdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/R2W9rAdzm0Q/s1600-h/2009+183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399779807694290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MCkjIDdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/R2W9rAdzm0Q/s200/2009+183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been a bit behind with a much busy life. So here are a few things that are new going on. I am now teaching voice lessons, teaching my two nieces for now until January. Then I will teach several others after then. We are Buying a HOUSE! Yeah, we are very excited. We cant wait. They are in the process of building it and we will be in before Christmas, and if we can get it built and closed by November 30th, we get $8,000 tax credit! We are loving it. Living right on Main street in Elsinore. Trevin is now 3 months old. He has recently started to giggle and he loves to spash and play at bath time. He is the light of our lives. I cant believe how much he has grown. At two months he was 11.2 lbs, and 23 1/4 inches long. He jumped from the 25th to the 50th percentile. We love him so much. Here are a few pictures of our recent adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KBRH4dOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nsc8o1p1sP4/s1600-h/2009+154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390397558390027490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KBRH4dOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nsc8o1p1sP4/s200/2009+154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6IurQU1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n8rNrkZRkLA/s1600-h/2009+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390396139475621330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6IurQU1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n8rNrkZRkLA/s200/2009+153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KCeuCjiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Qx_A9ssCm8s/s1600-h/2009+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390397579219602978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KCeuCjiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Qx_A9ssCm8s/s200/2009+169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KBLrV9TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2Na5jtnBMAU/s1600-h/2009+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390397556928148786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KBLrV9TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2Na5jtnBMAU/s200/2009+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6ItIU8rQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NPC4sbxMPRI/s1600-h/2009+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390396112919899394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6ItIU8rQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NPC4sbxMPRI/s200/2009+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6IuJd159I/AAAAAAAAAJo/IhzyQCGwGqU/s1600-h/2009+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390396130405509074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6IuJd159I/AAAAAAAAAJo/IhzyQCGwGqU/s200/2009+119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6IurQU1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n8rNrkZRkLA/s1600-h/2009+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KBytPYlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/89feUulHKlg/s1600-h/2009+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390397567405089362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6KBytPYlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/89feUulHKlg/s200/2009+167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-1370415643467584861?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1370415643467584861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=1370415643467584861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/1370415643467584861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/1370415643467584861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-behind.html' title='A little behind'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Ss6MD8oD1TI/AAAAAAAAALA/kyVIyaV7stQ/s72-c/2009+202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-7891999531451235723</id><published>2009-07-13T14:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:47:00.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend, my mom and dad invited the Moores up to my grandmas cabin for a relaxing weekend. So, on Friday Derrick, Monique, Brogan, Sienna, Drake, Cindy, Kevin, Trevin, Devin and I went up to the cabin close to Park City. It was Gorgeous and so much fun to be able to relax and just enjoy everyones company. While we were there, my mom helped me take some pictures of Trevin for his birth announcements. They turned out quite well I believe. All in all this weekend was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlubSov2xQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ti8ZqdPAt9s/s1600-h/CIMG1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046926165427458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlubSov2xQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ti8ZqdPAt9s/s400/CIMG1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is one of Devins Favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Slua1hU0Z6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zShyTQn5M9U/s1600-h/CIMG1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046425956771746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Slua1hU0Z6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zShyTQn5M9U/s400/CIMG1443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046422387777266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Slua1UB53vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NHmzvDbP3lM/s400/CIMG1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma Jodi loving on Trevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Slua1PBWP6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/06lpf2kb-c4/s1600-h/CIMG1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046421043265442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Slua1PBWP6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/06lpf2kb-c4/s400/CIMG1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brogan and Trevin relaxin on my lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Slua07l44bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r7IQc-zeJ8o/s1600-h/CIMG1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046415827820978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/Slua07l44bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r7IQc-zeJ8o/s400/CIMG1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was a little upset in this one but I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045937654144658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SluaZGQZnpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yVBTkPGUxik/s400/CIMG1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nursing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SluaY2JvSDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DJn8UzdrUB8/s1600-h/CIMG1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045933331236914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SluaY2JvSDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DJn8UzdrUB8/s400/CIMG1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys playing Ping Pong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045930218389234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SluaYqjk_vI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PJ8cwpCoy60/s400/CIMG1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This one is my favorite one We took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SluaYdhaNbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xeXFegGCP04/s1600-h/CIMG1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045926719632818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SluaYdhaNbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xeXFegGCP04/s400/CIMG1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brogan wanted all the attention :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1263092498375194129-7891999531451235723?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7891999531451235723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=7891999531451235723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/7891999531451235723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/7891999531451235723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/cabin-fun.html' title='Cabin Fun'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlubSov2xQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ti8ZqdPAt9s/s72-c/CIMG1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8626169757041946542</id><published>2009-07-07T16:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:35:43.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355848719224270354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlPMCJwX7hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5WG5XZG7K0Y/s320/102_2872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We finally have our baby boy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355850102803803490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlPNSr_cLWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fKRITGvxTmc/s320/102_2874.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name is Trevin Kenneth Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355848737575009890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlPMDOHh_mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/p6TDM5hIvR0/s320/CIMG1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Born July 1st at 11:56 pm (Barely made it :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355850111554394754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlPNTMlvmoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2BdSV9QJbDc/s320/102_2875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;7 pounds 2 ounces, 20 Inches long. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355850112649377154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlPNTQqztYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fNjtJIYEBVc/s320/CIMG1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He is the cutest little boy, and came out with eyes wide open, long LONG legs and arms. HUGE feet and the cutest little one I know of! He is our everything!&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/1263092498375194129-8626169757041946542?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8626169757041946542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8626169757041946542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8626169757041946542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8626169757041946542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-addition.html' title='The New addition'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SlPMCJwX7hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5WG5XZG7K0Y/s72-c/102_2872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8274218386241463643</id><published>2009-06-25T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:31:14.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I figure I better put up a blog before I lose all sense of time. I am now 39 Weeks pregnant... No one thought I would make it this far but, well, Here I am. I just went to the doctor yesterday and I wasnt dilated at all. I was only effaced to a 80%, and so to help further me a long, she FORCED my funnel open and Made me 1 cm dilated. It wasnt the funnest thing I have ever had to deal with but all in all I know it will at least help. She was going to scrap my membranes but my cervix was still to high. I go back to the doctor on Monday, and see how things are coming, and if I have not had the baby by the next monday (July 6th) she will start me. So wish me luck. I hope to have this baby sooner than later but what can you do? I mean seriously your body does what it wants and the small cute creature inside of me has already shown me that he has his own mind and does what he wants. All you can do is Smile and laugh to hide how miserable you feel. But All in all I believe that in due time he will come. I want him to be ready and happy. We are so excited for our baby Trevin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-8274218386241463643?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8274218386241463643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8274218386241463643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8274218386241463643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8274218386241463643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-figure-i-better-put-up-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-3655946381215215875</id><published>2009-05-22T15:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:15:50.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby mine</title><content type='html'>I love this song, I reminds me of my mom. I plan on singing this to my child every chance I get because I love him so much already and already cry every time I hear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby mine, don't you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Baby mine, dry your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Rest your head close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;never to part,baby of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Little one when you play,&lt;br /&gt;don't you mind what they say.&lt;br /&gt;Let those eyes sparkle and shine,&lt;br /&gt;never a tear,&lt;br /&gt;baby of mine.&lt;br /&gt;If they knew sweet little you&lt;br /&gt;they'd end up loving you too.&lt;br /&gt;All of those people who scold you&lt;br /&gt;what they'd give just for the right to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;From your head down to your toes,&lt;br /&gt;you're not much, goodness knows.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so precious to me,&lt;br /&gt;sweet as can be,&lt;br /&gt;baby of mine.&lt;br /&gt;If they knew sweet little you,&lt;br /&gt;they'd end up loving you too.&lt;br /&gt;All those same people who scold you,&lt;br /&gt;what they'd give just for the right to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;From your head down to your toes&lt;br /&gt;you're not much, goodness knows.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so precious to me,&lt;br /&gt;sweet as can be,&lt;br /&gt;baby of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Baby of mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-3655946381215215875?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3655946381215215875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=3655946381215215875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/3655946381215215875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/3655946381215215875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-mine.html' title='Baby mine'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8048634512511617625</id><published>2009-05-10T23:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:00:42.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Well today was my first mothers day as a mother. It still seems weird to me because I dont have that physical evidence that I AM a mother you know? I felt so blessed today at church and by Devin. Devin, on his very own, bought me a present.... I never said one thing about it and sure tried to make the day a special day for me. He bought me a crosauge. In his family, its been a dying tradition and he wantst to keep it going. As a scout his mom use to make crosauges for mothers day and the scouts would sell them to earn money. Then all the mothers would wear theirs around all day and of course to church. I love that idea. I think it was such a cute idea and romantic thing for Devin to think about on his own. I proudly wore that crosauge all day, even though I was a bit nervous about the pins and being in nursery, but all worked out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had family dinner today with every one like usual BUT the boys were in charge of making dinner. It was nice to just be able to relax. The boys did wonderful. We had Steak, chicken, pinapple, mushroom, onions, and 0bellpeppers on shish cabobs. They were delicious. We had deep fried potatoe slices, YUM... roles, and a white cake with cream cheese frosting and strawberrys on top. Wow that was a delicious meal. The boys were a bit behind schedule but hey it was totaly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin made me look bad today too........ He had gone over to help his dad prepare the meal before church and called my mom before I did to wish her happy mothers day. She told me that Devin earned brownie point... Thats okay I think Devin really enjoys talking to my family... He sure does talk about them a lot... its all good things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from family dinner tonight he was even so sweet and helped me clean a couple of things and put the babys room in general places which honestly helps me relax a little. It helps me prepare myself for this wonderful little life that will help change me into the woman I know I can be and want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin is the sweetest guy I know. He treats me so wonderful and is so caring. I love being in his presence... I hate that we dont get to spend AS much time together as I would like but all in all I think we do get a lot of time together compared to some couples. If I dont have a conversation with him as much as I would like then I just CRAVE to talk to him. To me that is love. I love how he makes me feel I love how he smiles and looks at me in that special way that guys do when you KNOW they love you. Thinking about how strong our love is for one another make me cry. It makes me wonder how I ever became this lucky. He is my everything and I cant wait to share the special experience of having this baby boy with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-8048634512511617625?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8048634512511617625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8048634512511617625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8048634512511617625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8048634512511617625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-4346556855691840074</id><published>2009-05-06T15:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:12:55.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another doctors appointment :D</title><content type='html'>Well I went to the doctors today to get a check up on baby. Trevin is doing wonderful! I gained 3 pounds... which sadly I need to gain more than that, but also I went fron a fundal height of 33 to 35 wich is really good. Heart beat: strong, 120-150's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told me that I need to take it easy if my body is telling me to sleep then to sleep, if it tells me I am okay to do house work go ahead but take it easy. I am still low on Iron... so red meat I shall eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant express how happy I am that this baby is doing so well. I know I am so blessed to have such an amazing life. I have everything I ever wanted out of life. I know I am so blessed in the fact I have a caring family and husband. I am so happy that my in laws are so wonderful. I am so lucky to have this little boy in my life... in my tummy too :D He makes everything worth while. Maybe I dont feel so hot, but I know that everything I am doing is what I should be and that he is proud of me. That he knows how much Devin and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its pregnancy emotions, but I cant help but cry when I think about the love in my little budding family. Thank you everyone who has been there for me and helped me become who I am today. I wouldnt be who I am now if it werent for each person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless each and every one of you and be with you, to make you feel his love for you as much as I feel it upon me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-4346556855691840074?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4346556855691840074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=4346556855691840074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4346556855691840074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4346556855691840074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-doctors-appointment-d.html' title='Another doctors appointment :D'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8734696510659958491</id><published>2009-05-02T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:32:18.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few random things</title><content type='html'>So just to catch up on a few things really quickly before I head for bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Devin and I came up to visit my parents for my moms birthday AND to go see the musical WICKED! It was totally amazing. While I was at Wicked, I had quite the story. At intermission, I stood up to let a lady pass by me to get to her seat. Me, being slightly oblivious to the thought of a few things (Being quite pregnant, wearing stiletto high heals, being in a slopping auditorium) I thought I would be nice to stand for her to pass by. As I stood up, I bent my knees a little to help not let my tummy be in the way as she passed me by, Well bad idea. The next thing I realize is that I had hurt my right side a little bit and was sitting down again. I had realized once the lady trying to pass asked me if I was alright, that my stiletto heals has slipped on the slopping auditorium floor, not to mention I am a little wobbley with my growing belly. My mother in law sitting next to me thought it was the lady trying to pass that fell, but no that was me. I was just thankful I could laugh at myself and I wasnt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin and his parents left on Monday Morning to head back home, while I stayed here to celebrate my moms birthday. My sister and Grandma set up so that they would take my mom to get a massage, but I was to poor and not exactly wanting a massage that would be a touch touch okay I cant do anything else. It would just be frustrating to me. So while they did that I walked around the mall and maybe spent more money than I should have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my first blanket ever by hand this week as well. I was very proud of myself.... I am trying a new one now and am almost done, I am excited to see what that one turns out to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Devin came back this weekend to see me he was incredibly excited to see me. It made me feel loved. I missed him but I think he missed me more because I mean he had to live in a house all to himself for a week... Come to find out he ate almost all his meals at his moms... Poor Cindy. Yesterday I just happened to comment that it was May........I cant believe how time is flying. Devin actually pointed something out I hadnt thought about yet............Our son, Trevin, will be born NEXT month!!!! Holy cow... how time flies. We are so very excited, and nervous, but our excitment over turns the nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tonight I just got done with a SFW (Sportsman for Fish and Wildlife) banquet... I am unlucky and won nothing, but hey, my neice McKenzie sure did make me laugh on the way out.... There was a guy that was semi dressed up in black or dark colors any ways, and he just happened to be wearing a Do-Rag.... Well McKenzie just got off of a cuise with my family and they saw a few people dressed up.... She got an excited voice and said "MALORY, LOOK!!!! IT'S A PIRATE!!!!" Oh how I laughed. She loves pirates....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-8734696510659958491?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8734696510659958491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8734696510659958491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8734696510659958491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8734696510659958491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-random-things.html' title='A few random things'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-6685334484414534893</id><published>2009-04-18T14:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:58:50.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISHED!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Finally, I just got done with painting the baby's room. I am so happy that it is complete. It looks pretty darn good if I do say so myself, concidering that Devin and I are amature painters and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured out a system with the painting. He does all the paint pouring, I do all the cleaning off the paint can after he pours, We both tape, I paint the edges (for I am more maticulous), Devin does all the rolling. All in all it only took us a total of maybe 1 and a half hours. And honestly I dont think we even need a second coat. We shall check later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier we painted the main wall, the one you see directly when you walk in to door, (which is Huge by the way) a forest green. It turned out darker than we would have liked but hey... its grown on us. The to side walls are the ones we painted today, they are a tan color. I LOVE IT! We are going to leave the last wall white, because there are so many door frames and nooks and crannys and lower ceiling and all its weird... All in all that is a really weird room, but it works wonders for a baby's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I got down to paint by the floor I would sit.... now if you have ever been pregnant you know it is not easy to try to stand up from that position. I mean especially when you cant lean forward to get up. I would have to tell Dev, "Hun, A little help please???" and I tried to be really nice about it cuz I am sure that is not very fun. Pulling your wife up off the floor every day.... some reason or another I am on the floor every day, whether its cleaning or painting or picking up after people (0r myself). Not an easy task. Never could have thought it could be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 30 weeks a long and we are so excited! Dev took me on a date last night which was way sweet. We went to Little Wonder Cafe and ate, For a small town diner, it wasnt bad. He was quite the gentleman. Then today, he got up early and helped his dad put some hitches on his trucks... yes multipule trucks. And then came over before lunch and picked me up and we went to lunch with his twin Derrick and his wife Monique. We ate at Rice King Buffet.... Not my favorite place, but hey the pot stickers are good there. We then came home and worked at that babys room... Oh what a relief to have that done. Now Dev is mowing a few lawns for people. Hes a sweetheart. And I think later for dinner we have decided to head up on the mountain and have a picnic... its to nice of weather to let it go to waste. So I best be off to make a nice dinner to travel up on the bumpy mountain. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-6685334484414534893?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6685334484414534893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=6685334484414534893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6685334484414534893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6685334484414534893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/finished-d.html' title='FINISHED!!! :D'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-229310813790608057</id><published>2009-04-16T14:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:02:37.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My stuck up Nose</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy does some crazy things to your body. My nose is very sensitive. Gets its feelings hurt... Lol... Any who. Yesterday I wanted to be a good wife and so I tried to think, what has Devin been asking for a lot lately... I KNOW HOME MADE ANYTHING! lol. I got the umph up to dig into a cook book, and I found a recipe that Devin has told me he thought would be good. They were Chocolate sundae cupcakes with home made Caramel sauce dizzled on top. If you know me, I am a sucker for the sweets... SO I definately didnt object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did think... well Devin does have Diabetes, but hey I will just take out the extras to family members! SWEET! So I started making it. EVERYTHING HOME MADE! Oh and I thought Chocolate sounded pretty good too... I got everything done and they did look good. I refrained myself from testing the final product... it being so tempting and all, I still made it! WHEW... I was happy. I started making dinner, and surprised Devin with my special dessert. He was so happy. He didnt realize that the cupcakes were home made as well until I told him, and then I saw the light bulb go off! HOLY COW! So then we drizzle the sauce on top and he eats his... he was in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being nice I took some to my in laws... Then to Derrick and Monique. They all loved it or so they said lol. I came home and Devin went to Fire meeting... Sitting home with these delicious chocolate sweets was not the best thing for me... until finally I decided I could have one... I took a piece and my nose caught a wiff of something that smelled like.... Now this is hard to describe. Have you ever left hot chocolate out for to long? It starts getting a desolved pill smell... pretty nasty.. I had some that sat out to long once in our bed room when I craved it in the beginning of pregnancy... not so yummy. Kinda smells like rotten milk too... Any who, I got that wiff and it ruined it for me! I COULDNT EAT ANY OF IT! It still doesnt sound appatizing at all to me... I just crave cheese cake... thats all...... My sensitive nose.... grrrr makes me so mad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-229310813790608057?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/229310813790608057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=229310813790608057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/229310813790608057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/229310813790608057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-stuck-up-nose.html' title='My stuck up Nose'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-3523432557947692591</id><published>2009-04-14T11:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:53:26.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our San Diego Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just got home a few days ago from our wonderful Christmas present vacation from my parents. We went back to San Diego where Devin served his mission for the LDS church. It was absolutly wonderful. We enjoyed being there more than I think we thought we would (which was still a ton). We had many adventures, and are planning on making this trip a yearly event. We have people that told us we could go stay with them and we know it wouldnt be bad either. We had a lot of fun just going around and visiting the members Devin knew from his mission. Talking about a lot of funny stories and of course informing them about our big news. We had people ask the babys name and what not and even one guy told us well thats a weird name. We have finally decided that we will name our son Trevin Kenneth Moore. Trevin, because Devins dads name is Kevin and then Devin and then Trevin... Devin loved that idea. Kenneth after my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really enjoyed being able to go and just relax and have some time for ourselves. We were going to go for our Aniversary which is on the 16th of May but decided that I might be a little to miserable so we went early. Totally worth it. Here are a few pictures of our wonderful trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324599613795347538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTHI0d0LFI/AAAAAAAAACc/1-4siCntrXI/s320/CIMG1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Devin and I when we were out and a bout visiting members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324599680929480546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTHMuj1v2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/zOH_YZyV_dE/s320/CIMG1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of my all time favorite places. Its called Sea Port Village its like a little shopping mall outside on the coast. You can go and see all the battle ships and monuments and even go to the little shops right there. There is a million things to do there and I loved this view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602686856457106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTJ7sgra5I/AAAAAAAAADs/SZpVPKFbkbE/s320/CIMG1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a statue at Sea Port village and you can see the guy standing next to it, so yo know how big that statue was. It was way cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324599668383535010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTHL_0pz6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/iNDqBYudyqI/s320/CIMG1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some Gorgeous flowers that I took a picture of while waiting for Dev to take a potty break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324599633609180914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTHJ-RzRvI/AAAAAAAAACk/85QmcoRz3gs/s320/CIMG1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devin standing in front of a battle ship. It has a whole bunch of helicopters and air planes and what not on top.. Pictures do not do these massive boats justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602689668619154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTJ72_Jm5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BDcvGzfbfo8/s320/CIMG1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These Ducks ATTACKED US! We were walking past the pond and they flew into our faces and we had to duck to not get hit. We turn around and they are fighting each other. the one running into the bushes was tearing the other ones butt feathers out! IT was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600435232597810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTH4ojt5zI/AAAAAAAAADc/Yt0Vb9R151U/s320/CIMG1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Devin and I after we went through a session at the GORGEOUS temple there. We loved it even though it was a bit windy that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602684839894930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTJ7k_5H5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ReydWOX39Ho/s320/CIMG1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah... of course we had to get a pregnancy picture in here. Me at the temple showing off my baby bump.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600428041384322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTH4NxMsYI/AAAAAAAAADE/e2kU3BBzoHg/s320/CIMG1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were at Sea World this day and first thing we walk in a little ways and they had this flock of Flamingos walking down the walk way. The trainers told us to hold still and they would come and check us out and walk by us. The guy standing in front of me in this pic got one that came right up to his face and was inches from his camera... wow I really wich I had those pictures. This was a really neat experiance. they were less than a foot away from us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600429008355954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTH4RXvgnI/AAAAAAAAADU/PhL_gD1_j_U/s320/CIMG1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devin and I waiting for the Shamu show to start. We went there first and of course it was BLAZING hot. But as soon as we got out of that stadium, oh man that was the perfect day. Later on we did get to pick up and hold star fish as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600431296461602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTH4Z5ROyI/AAAAAAAAADM/cEk6yJ58F5I/s320/CIMG1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More of the flamingo shots I tried to hurry and get lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-3523432557947692591?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3523432557947692591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=3523432557947692591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/3523432557947692591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/3523432557947692591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-san-diego-trip.html' title='Our San Diego Trip!'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SeTHI0d0LFI/AAAAAAAAACc/1-4siCntrXI/s72-c/CIMG1292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8216740358592185107</id><published>2009-03-22T14:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:36:35.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having a bit of a hard day today. Found out last night that a few friends from high school Died in a car crash. I cant stop thinking about them and their families. It makes me think how lucky we all are right now to have such wonderful friends and family surround us. I didnt think someone who I didnt know WONDERFUL would affect my life as much as Taft has. I ache inside for his family. I wish there was more for us to do for his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-8216740358592185107?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8216740358592185107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8216740358592185107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8216740358592185107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8216740358592185107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-having-bit-of-hard-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-307781520059573255</id><published>2009-02-25T15:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:30:10.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent times</title><content type='html'>Well I am about 22 weeks pregnant right now, getting bigger each day. The doctor says that I am short waisted so that the baby is going to run out of room fast than he should. We also found out we are having a baby boy. I think I am starting to get Braxton Hicks contractions occationally, but am surviving. My baby boy is sure a wiggler, he loves to just play and play, then sleep for an entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we want to name him after Devin and Kevin (my father in law) so we are coming up with names that end in "vin" and I will tell you... its not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Moore side of the family we have 8 neices and nephews. 2 of which are newly born boys. Jerret and Amy had a baby boy named Gavin, and Derrick and Monique have a baby boy Brogun.  Gavin born January 11th, and Brogan February 2nd. Tyler and Tiffany are also pregnant having a surprise. They dont want to find out what they are having, so we shall see if that makes 3 boys and one girl or 4 boys in 6 months. :D We love our dear family and cant wait to bring our baby boy up to meet everyone and watch him grow. We are truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-307781520059573255?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/307781520059573255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=307781520059573255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/307781520059573255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/307781520059573255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/recent-times.html' title='Recent times'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-6969591316416198310</id><published>2009-02-25T15:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:23:23.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tagging is crazy................... This ones for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306863725431329442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SaXEcPm9kqI/AAAAAAAAABw/icyoALEpUBE/s320/MooreWedding_Extra0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A picture from our wedding. The best day of my life. Who knew life could turn out so wonderful???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its a game. Anyone who wanna play! Post your 6th picture in your 6th picture file.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-6969591316416198310?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6969591316416198310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=6969591316416198310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6969591316416198310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6969591316416198310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-my-sister.html' title='For my sister.'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SaXEcPm9kqI/AAAAAAAAABw/icyoALEpUBE/s72-c/MooreWedding_Extra0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-4346465635328257569</id><published>2009-01-16T10:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:25:30.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back at the Joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SXDC9h7Y6rI/AAAAAAAAABo/Qn8F_yDBEAQ/s1600-h/MooreWedding_C0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291943924495608498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SXDC9h7Y6rI/AAAAAAAAABo/Qn8F_yDBEAQ/s320/MooreWedding_C0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night while trying to sleep with a snoring husband, a moving belly, and trying to get comfortable on my side because I can no longer sleep on my stomache as easily, I began to think about the past year. I realized how many blessing have shown up in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January I moved to this small town, or well close to it. I lived in Central at the time. Blessed with a caring boyfriend, family, and next door neighbor (who happened to be my land lord.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February Devin Purposed. To all avail I was really surprised when he did, I knew it was soon but I never knew when exactly. I found a decent job that seemed to be fairly good at but wasnt exactly thrilled with the management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April I got to move in with our good friends Corey and Emily to prepare our first house for Devin as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I got to quit my job before my wedding, thrilled to be able to get away from such life sucking management. I got to Marry the love of my life in a place I had only dreampt about being able to enter. Being able to enter with my mother and go through with her meant more to me than I could ever explain. I got to kneel across the alter with my one true love and show everyone and proove to myself that I was worth this. I got to spend a week long Honeymoon with my adoring Husband, even though I came down with a cold he took care of me better than I could have myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June I got to celebrate Devins Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July I found the joy of being pregnant, but had it sadly taken away for a short time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SXDCuVl_03I/AAAAAAAAABg/XNpQWIQJ-QI/s1600-h/Belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291943663486620530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SXDCuVl_03I/AAAAAAAAABg/XNpQWIQJ-QI/s320/Belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September I had my old Land lord from Central had passed away. While I at her funeral I remember a feeling.........Strong.... I believe this is what helped me be calm before I became pregnant. I leaned over to Devin in the middle of the funeral. I said to him, "Sandy is sending us a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October I had found out that I was pregnant again after trying for a while. But that last time I tried I knew it was okay I just relaxed took a breath and tried not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December we got a chance to spend time with family and friends and realize how lucky we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget what a challenge this last year was but what a triumph it came to be. I have also begun to have a better relationship with my father and brother. I am able to talk and have fun with no problems lately. I am surprised how lucky one person could be. I am thankful for it each and every day. Thank you every one who has helped me through out my struggles and hardships, and even my joys.&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/1263092498375194129-4346465635328257569?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4346465635328257569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=4346465635328257569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4346465635328257569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4346465635328257569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-back-at-joys.html' title='A look back at the Joys'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SXDC9h7Y6rI/AAAAAAAAABo/Qn8F_yDBEAQ/s72-c/MooreWedding_C0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-2857166988398759859</id><published>2008-11-06T20:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:21:01.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>Devin and I are doing wonderful lately. About a week and a half ago we found out that we were going to have a baby. It was quite stressful wondering if we would have another miscarriage, but Devin and I prayed and took time to relax and let life take its course. We strongly believe that this baby is here to stay with us. I am now about 6 and a half weeks pregnant, and the doctors told me I am due July 1st. I am really excited and having a great time with knowing what a blessing this baby is already in our lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I started getting really nauseous and sick, I didnt even want to get out of bed. I puked every day for about 5 days. I just thought it was morning sickness, but the vitamin B6 wasnt seeming to help, and yesterday I got to the point were I couldnt controll my vomiting, which is not fun. I puked harder than I have ever in my life, and it stressed my stomache out to be achy from stressed out. I decided at that time to call my mom. I asked her if she was me, what she would do. She replied saying that she would call the OBGYN and ask her her opinion on my symptoms. I did just that, but the doctor was out of the office for the day but her nurse was still in, She told me to get an appointment with my regular doctor because she thought I had a virus or a bactirial infection. This morning I went to the doctors.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morings are nto my favorite, and waiting on the patient table for a long time while sick to your stomache is not my favorite thing haha. I waited for 45 minutes for the doctor to come in. When she came in she told me why it took her so long... A Patient in July got a fish hook in her finger while camping, SO she cut off the tip and left it in her finger lol. She went to the doctors to get it out and they couldnt find it and they could only feel it so she had her come back in today and they finallly got it after an hour and a half of searching in her finger for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finaly it was my time, she spent about 2 mins with me and said that I had a nasty virus that was causing cold symptoms and flu symptoms. NOT FUN.  She gave me a perscription and a B12 Shot. She told me to relax and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get my perscription filled and guess what? My perscription was a total of $121!!! NOT COOL. I had to get it though or I wouldnt be able to feel normal or capable of doing simple tasks like Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I talked to my sister in Law Amy and she told me that she has the same perscription and gets it for $27, and that if I need some she has some lol..... GOODNESS my luck. Its okay though because I need to stay hydrated and feed my baby the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also getting ready for our apartment to be done. We are excited for the chance of our own place. We should be, and I say should because we were suppose to be in there by October, but now its November, and he says only a week and a half to 2 weeks at the most. but we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-2857166988398759859?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2857166988398759859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=2857166988398759859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2857166988398759859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2857166988398759859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-6823789836561440505</id><published>2008-08-12T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:34:34.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just the other night, I was having a hard night, I was really with out really knowing it yet. I stressed out... Well Devin fell asleep when I was trying to talk to him so I got out of bed to wake him up... it didnt work. Then I played games on the computer for a few minutes and then finally threw some nail polish at him to wake him up... I know childish right? well finally he woke up. He asked what was the matter, and refused to go to bed until we talked a bit. I started feeling better and came back to bed. And a few minutes after laying there I said something to the affect of "Devin, What are you going to do when you realize I am not as good as you think I am?" And this was his reply.. make sure your sitting down. "I'm gonna stop making sandwhichs." I got a puzzled look and figured he was joking and then I repeated it to him and he sat up and said, I knew as soon as I said that I said that wrong... I thought you were talking about sandwhiches... It was in my dream I was having... I started laughing sooooo hard. So now that is our joke. We randomly say it to one another, and to tell you the truth, I started feeling better once he said that too haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-6823789836561440505?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6823789836561440505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=6823789836561440505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6823789836561440505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6823789836561440505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-other-night-i-was-having-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-4498762486552023881</id><published>2008-08-12T14:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:29:14.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOV-NJFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2IUNNC3PrGo/s1600-h/MooreWedding_C051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233730570211370066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOV-NJFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2IUNNC3PrGo/s320/MooreWedding_C051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did you meet your significant other? Answer all the questions HONESTLY and repost as "How I met _____"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Where did you meet?We had a mutual friend, our friend brought him from his home town to a trappers convention where I just happened to be... I was helping with the silent ocction and he kept walking by to check me out haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) What was the first thought that went through your head when you met?Man he keeps coming over here.. I hope he talks to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Do you remember what he/she was wearing?I think he was wearing a camo shirt and some jeans... which I thought looks wonderful on him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Where/when was the first time you kissed this person?When he came to my house in Ephraim after his his mission... He got out of the truck (first time he'd seen me since he had been released the day previous) and hugged me and kissed me cheek and then pulled out of the hug to give me a real on.... it was amazing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Who was there when you all first met?A whole butt load of people, but there was the Corey, my family, and other family friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOcrHxFI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gz3AwhPxMoA/s1600-h/MooreWedding_C072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233730572010374226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOcrHxFI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gz3AwhPxMoA/s320/MooreWedding_C072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Where was your first date?well... I suppose it was Halloween when he kissed me the first time, and he came to my house for a Halloween party that I masked with all my other friends there so I could have him come see me... I missed him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) How did he/she ask you out?Well night we met he asked me for my number and then when he came home he asked me again for my number, and then finally asked me on a date at the Halloween party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Has this person ever proposed to you, if so how?Well we knew we were gonna get married he just wanted to surprise me with when. and he did. He had already gotten the ring which I knew, and Every sunday his family gets together at someones house and we eat dinner together. He took me there like always, and then after dinner I was sitting there in pjs by the way. and he said he needed to go use the bathroom, which is normal. He got in a tux, had a bouquet of roses and came in knelt beside me and said Malory will you marry me? I said Of course... because I always told him I wouldnt way yes when he asked just as a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Do you and this person have kids together?Well we have had a miscarriage, and we think it &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOLYOmqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jU7Zdz0d6CE/s1600-h/MooreWedding_C005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233730567367727778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOLYOmqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jU7Zdz0d6CE/s320/MooreWedding_C005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was twins, but we will try again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Have you ever broken the law with this person?Sure, everyone speeds with out knowing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) When was the first time you realized that you liked this person?The first time we talked when my mom had him sit by me at the dinner at the convention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOHI7fFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SaxFH3V-gvk/s1600-h/MooreWedding_C065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233730566229818450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOHI7fFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SaxFH3V-gvk/s320/MooreWedding_C065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Do you get along with his/her family?Yes and no, but for the most part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Do you trust this person?More than I could ever explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) Do you see them as your partner in your future?For sure, we are together forever and eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) What is the most expensive thing they have given you?My wedding ring of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) When did you realize you were in love with him/her?When I went with his family to pick him up at the air port from his mission. As soon as I saw him, I knew I KNEW he was the one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) What is the thing you do that gets on his/her nerves?get over stressed and sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) Where do you see each other 15 years from now?A kid or two and a house. Him an electrician, me as a medical transcriptionest working from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOSspM7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/UiAfhyoKm-E/s1600-h/MooreWedding_C032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233730569332405170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOSspM7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/UiAfhyoKm-E/s320/MooreWedding_C032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19) What causes the most arguments?Me stressing out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) Will this person repost this?no, i doubt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-4498762486552023881?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4498762486552023881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=4498762486552023881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4498762486552023881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/4498762486552023881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-did-you-meet-your-significant-other.html' title=''/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SKHyOV-NJFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2IUNNC3PrGo/s72-c/MooreWedding_C051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-6974908832190206378</id><published>2008-03-14T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:27:56.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, lately I have been really busy. My computer broke a while back, hence why I dont update this as often as I would like. If I am on the internet its usually for about like 10 minutes checking my email and what not. I do it at work or at my fiance's house.... which that is another thing I would like to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to a small town close to richfield now. I now live only about 7 minutes away from Devin. I love him so very much!!! He is my everything. Since I have moved here everything has been falling into place.. there are a few things I'd like to change but hey I cant complain, I am in love! Like I suspected in my previous blogs, Devin did purpose. :D He purposed on February 17th, a complete and udder surprise to me. We were at his family Sunday Dinner at his sisters house. Me being slightly under the weather, I was in pajamas and sweats! AND it was SNOWING!!! BAH I hate snow... any who. He left the room with out me realizing to much, and came out completely dressed up in a tux (that was to small, him barely being able to breath) got down on one knee and gave me a bouquet of 24 roses or so. Then said Will you marry me? I replied of course!!! (I always teased Devin telling him I wouldn't say yes to him asking him and so I didn't I said of course!) He gave me the most gorgeous ring. Everyone that sees it says It fits you perfect. We dont have a date set as of yet, but know we want to get married in the Manti Temple, hopefully this summer (like Junish). We have already gotten my dress and it altered and all that good stuff. We have center pieces and even the places where we want to have our receptions. We are just waiting for the go ahead by our bishop, he just wants to get to know me a little better. All in good time.&lt;br /&gt;As of more recent events. I have been sick since Monday with a cold or something. I got to the point yesterday that I just broke down. My body just aches and I hurt all day long, I cant breath and I am so congested its not even funny, and nothing seems to be helping me. I was bawling yesterday because I have been so sick and I just hurt. As of today, I went to the doctors. It was pointless. I hate my doctor and will probably never go see hime every again. He told me that it could be Bronitous or Strep or just a nasty cold or something. He doesnt know at all.. It was pointless. I had to talk him into giving me a prescription... we will see. He did do one nice thing though. He did tell me that he would write me a note for work saying I cant come in if I dont feel well on Monday and however long it takes to get me better.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working at Vision Research, after less than a month of working as an agent calling people to take surveys, I am now a Supervisor. I get paid very well for this area and for my lack of work experiance. I honestly can say I do love my job in a lot of ways, its just that people make me mad sometimes... like the owner of the company. He comes and works with us and on Monday, when I got sick, I could barely think let alone drive, I tried and tried to call in to let him know that I was sick and wasnt going to be able to come in today, and he chewed me out. He said that is unexceptable, That if I get sick I need to find one of the other managers to be here (even though they were fine that day with out me) and there was only one manager that wasnt working and he couldnt cover anyways... so in turn I would have been screwed anywhich way I turned. So this week I have been working hours and hours trying to not deal with them because I wanted to keep my job... so hopefully I dont get anyone else sick.&lt;br /&gt;Any who if you want to talk to me let me know. I will tell you what else is new when I can update this again. I am sorry for the long absence of my computer and of my memory hahah&lt;br /&gt;Mal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-6974908832190206378?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6974908832190206378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=6974908832190206378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6974908832190206378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/6974908832190206378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-7035098698373482409</id><published>2008-01-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:06:42.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devy Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/R5k1pJ4HmQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7zcMLADnw0/s1600-h/!cid_736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159213829271820546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/R5k1pJ4HmQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7zcMLADnw0/s320/!cid_736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who mows the lawn? Well we dont live together, but I bet we will take turns... or he will want to do it.. we will see lol.&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? We usually take turns. He likes to cook, and so do I. Last night he had Fire meeting so I made Home Made Ravioli. It was good, but he cooks a lot as well, like Home made pot stickers!!! YUM&lt;br /&gt;Who drives? We usually take turns, but he tends to drive more than I do.. he likes to think of it as taking care of me Its cute :D&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? um.. depends on the subject. We both have our stubborn subjects...&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? He kissed me.. the day after he got home from his mission, it was adorable he couldnt stop holding me.&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out first? Well thats Kind of a hard one. See our first meeting was my parents invited him, in which he spent the whole time with me.. then he left for his mission, and He invited me to the airport, then the next day He came up to a party I was throwing in which I guess I invited him.. there wasnt one Specific first date for us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159213949530904850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/R5k1wJ4HmRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JrJLMJPAtoM/s320/!cid_792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who proposed? Well..... He hasnt purposed... but he has asked my father and we are just waiting for the ring to be paid for.. I imagine Ill have it with in a couple weeks, and yes he will purpose lol. He is adorable and has it all planned out I hear.&lt;br /&gt;Who is more sensitive? Well, I think honestly? That he is... how sad is that. He cries more than me... dont tell him I told you that. But yeah he is so cute. When he tries to explain how he feels for me he cant help but cry and I am the same way about him. I love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? He does for sure. He has 3 brothers and one sister, all of them are married and all of them have kids.... 3 Neices and 3 Nephews, 3 Sister in laws and 1 Brother in law... me I have a brother a sister a brother in law and a neice... OYE&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? Well.. we kinda of feed off of one another... we just both fit into one supersized pair of jeans... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159214082674891042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/R5k1354HmSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qh2xq1uj5zU/s320/!cid_485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you baby... You are my everything!&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/1263092498375194129-7035098698373482409?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7035098698373482409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=7035098698373482409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/7035098698373482409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/7035098698373482409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2008/01/devy-doo.html' title='Devy Doo'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/R5k1pJ4HmQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7zcMLADnw0/s72-c/!cid_736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-2722804636106833305</id><published>2007-11-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:28:12.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to do it.. My sister made me...</title><content type='html'>The Rules: Each player lists 6 facts/habits/secrets about themselves. At the end of the post the player tags six people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a very blunt person with most people, which in the end gets me in trouble. I tend to just talk and talk and forget what I am saying. I dont mean to be mean, but occationally I am. Although with my family.. I have learned that I shouldnt be AS blunt.. I am curbing things with others to. It just came to a point a bit ago that I just didnt care what anyone thought about me besides my family because they would never leave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to make things worse than they really are. I find that if you make them worse than they really are then you are never fully disappointed when they turn out to be better than you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still have no idea what I want to do for a living, although I know I want to be involved with music, and I am thinking I could go into cosmetology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to read about the Haulocaust. It intregues me for some strange reason. I love to hear stories about how bad they had it, just so I know how Good I have it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am HORRIBLE with names! It will take me about 3 weeks to get your name down.. after that I should have it memorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I honestly love to have a clean room and clean everything. I love to cook and all that stuff, BUT I never seem to have the umph to do it all... I am lazy in turn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-2722804636106833305?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2722804636106833305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=2722804636106833305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2722804636106833305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2722804636106833305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-to-do-it-my-sister-made-me.html' title='I had to do it.. My sister made me...'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-7308478820411681891</id><published>2007-11-15T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:57:49.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Alright so, here we go right? lol. Well Since I last wrote, a few new things have happened. I have gotten sick... no fun... All thanks to Devin. He got me and Tiffany both sick, but to make it up, he brought be me flowers the other day. He said it was my medicine. It was Dang cute. I have been in and out of talking to my family, doing what I can and doing basically everythign I can to talk to and See Devin Every day... Since he has been home I have seen him every day. I knew I loved him but today... well it came very evident to how much I care for him. Devin left today at 6 AM to head back to San Diego to visit his mission area, and to aslo have a family vacation. Me being sick.. I stayed in bed a good chunk of the day. All I thought about today was him... I miss him... I never knew this kind of "missing" I feel as if a piece of me is gone.. I usually see him around 6 or so.. and I noticed I got the sickest feeling in my stomache at that time today and it wont go away. Recently I figured out what it is. I have only experienced it once before.... When my parents and siblings went to Iowa for a school function, leaving me with My grandma. I got so sick literally sick after they left. I was puking and just everything... no fun. Well as soon as they got back, I was perfectly better again. It was home sickness... I am home sick for Devin... I have no doubt. I miss everything about him, the way he looks at me, the simple little looks he has, facial expressions, the cute things he says, the fun crazy times, just everything about him. I still have 3 more days to go before I see him. I wil either see him late Sunday or Monday night... bah!!!! Its not fair. When he called me tonight, he resembled everything I was feeling, saying he wished I were there and that he loved me and felt homesick... I miss him... I hope to see him again soon. I also had a talk with my mother today about him. I told her that Him and I were in love and that ya someday we will get married.. but we want to take it step by step. she is frustrated but accepting. Its all going to work out... some day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-7308478820411681891?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7308478820411681891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=7308478820411681891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/7308478820411681891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/7308478820411681891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-2896194171126889399</id><published>2007-11-10T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:37:29.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the good life</title><content type='html'>So recently I have been busy with Devin a lot. He is amazing at all he does, and Tiffany and I believe that he is perfect in every way lol. The past few weeks I havent missed a day of seeing him in some way or another. He has taken the time to actually stop by my house, stay with me as long as possible or Tiffany drives up here to see her boyfriend, Dustin (Devins Buddy who is another return missionary), and I just car pool with her. Its a lot of fun! The past week he has brought me flowers, food, and sent me home with his blanket and a couple of his jackets. He is the sweetest guy I have ever met. His family and I have gotten to know one another fairly quickly and I just love being around them! They are awesome! I have been to family shindigs and just having fun with them all. Devin tells me how much they love me and what not. We have played Catch phraze with Derrick, Monique, Tiffany, Dustin, Niki, Mike, Marcea, Chad, Devin and I. We have gone to a Jerico road concert with Cindy, Kevin, (Both his parents) Marcea, Chad, Devin and I. We have gone to a Ventriloquest at Snow college with His parents, Mo, Derrick, Dustin, Tiffany, Garett, Devin and I. So as you can tell we are quite the dirty little fun havers. Then, tonight we went up to what is known as "The Shack". It is a little building that they built themselves to just have fun in and watch movies. They wired it all and everything like that. Its pretty sweet. I love him... I know it sounds crazy but I love him. My Parents arent to thrilled with me dating him, but at this point I know this is where I am suppose to be and who I am suppose to be with. I have been confirmed and confirmed one time after another about him. He is the best. We have had our quirls and our fights, and I am sure there are many more coming, but I also know that we WILL make it through them. I love him with all my heart, and I know he loves me. Mark my words... we will get married one day. San Diego Temple BABY!!! Not for a long time though. August at the earliest.... but yeah... we are taking time to make things perfect. I love him... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-2896194171126889399?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2896194171126889399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=2896194171126889399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2896194171126889399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/2896194171126889399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2007/11/living-good-life.html' title='Living the good life'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8912761968403070558</id><published>2007-10-31T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:27:40.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First time alone with him</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had a Halloween party. It wasnt anything special, but it was a lot of fun. There was Tiffany, Garett, Alyssa, Tawny, Casey, Devin and I all hanging out watching movies and chilling. We ate junk food and had lots of fun! Devin came over as soon as he got off work, and I directed him to my house, and when he got here, he just hugged me kissed me on the cheek. Looked at me and said "I love you" and then he kissed. Our first kiss. He was being so cute tonight. he was always touching me in some way. Had his arm around me and I just absolutely loved it! We watched Click since he was on his mission when it came out. He was watchin it then he would just look at me. He'd kiss my cheek or my forhead or anything really it was cute. I gave him a massage, and all that jazz. I just loved it! I missed him so bad!!! He told me he loved me a million and a half times today. I just couldnt control how amazing I felt while with him. Then after everyone left, we cleaned up and went into my room. Just laying on my bed talking. We started to talk about yesterday, and I read him my previous blog. In the middle of it he just looked at me.. straight in the eyes and said I love you. The he layed on my leg while I finsished. I asked him what he was thinking and what was wrong because he seemed bothered. He said.. nothing.. just what you wrote, I felt and still feel the same way. He said.. I dont know.. It just touched me.&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here writing this. I can smell his smell, and my heart is racing. When we stood up, I didnt want to let him go.. but He had to. I miss him. I get to see him tomorrow though. As I sit here.. writing my feelings, I am shaking with joy. I am weak in the knees No joke. I have never felt this way... It is scary and comforting all at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-8912761968403070558?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8912761968403070558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8912761968403070558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8912761968403070558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8912761968403070558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-time-alone-with-him.html' title='My First time alone with him'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263092498375194129.post-8634281587157209278</id><published>2007-10-30T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:58:58.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>On Sunday night, I was extremely nervous. I knew that my Missionary was coming home the next day. Devin is his name, and I knew I cared from him from the first moment I met him. I had strong feelings from the first moment we talked, two years previously. While on his mission, he gave me strength when I had none, and was litearlly MY missionary. He helped me in times I didn't even know I could be helped. We wrote one another about once or twice a month, and emailed each other EVERY week, for the most part. I loved hearing from him, it was something I looked forward to each day. I was nervous for the coming day because I knew that this was literally the beginning of the rest of my life in a sense. I had a hard time falling asleep. My mind was racing wondering about the next day, wondering what could happen. I was scared because I thought I am not worth this. I am not worth the time. The devil was seriously telling me all these things to get me down on myself. I was sick to my stomache with worry, so I went to my friend Tiffany's house and spent the night. when I layed down on her bed at around 3:30 I just completely was out.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning at 8:15... More excited than ever! I was just jubilant. Emersed in complete surenity. I ran off to my house and got dressed as quickly as possible and got ready for my big day, while texting Devins soon to be sister in law Monique. Her, and Devins twin brother Derrick were on their way to pick me up. When they got here, I was more nervous. I jumped in the car and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;After our hellos and how are you doing's, Moniques daughter, who is 9 years old turned to me, first thing she said to me was "You're pretty!" blushing I just thanked her and talked along with everyone. We went to Provo and went shopping for a few minutes, and then left on our way. I was so nervous I couldnt even eat. knowing I was getting closer, I was gradually getting more nervous! I was just going insane.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the airport, we walked in and I met his family, mom, dad, sister, two other brothers, the brothers wifes, the nieces and nephews, grandma, and sisters friend. I was previously told that his sister did not like me because I had dear johned Devin while on his mission because I was previously engaged.. well that just ended sour to say the least. So i was nervous of her. But just laughed and talked with everyone. we stood by the escaltors with a huge banner. I was talking with his father about where I was from and who I knew from there. While in the middle of the conversation (me nervous as could be shaking with anticipation) I looked up, and there he was, Sitting on the escaltor, cute as could be! I got butterflies! Well he came down and hugged his mom, then dad and proceeded through the line of family. I was standing by Amy, one of his sister in laws, we were the only one who hadnt been hugged and people were the only ones not hugged. Amy spoke up and said, "What do we not get a hug?" and came over and hugged Amy. Then me being the smart alc I am, I held my hand out to shake his and he just grabbed me, and hugged me the sweetest hug I have ever had! I just hugged him a melted. I was full of smiles and couldnt help it. He asked how I was, and I replied good and he held my hand for a second and I didnt want to let go. Then he proceeded to talk to his familiy and I walked over by Monique where she hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went off to eat at the Chinese buffet. all 21 of us! We got in there and sat down and I was in the middle of the first table, Devin sitting right behind me. Right before he sat down he just slightly touched my side, but I couldnt react for I was in a conversation with another family member. After eating him and I were talking. It was amazing.. I felt like nothing I have ever felt. He showed me pictures and all that, telling me stories and what not. It was the first time we really talked in two years! I missed him dearly. After we were all done we were getting ready to head out. He didnt get a chance to hug me goodbye, but that was okay. I got in the car, and smiling bigger than I ever thought possible. And we drove over by their car, he came over and talked to us. He reached in the window and just grabbed my hand. I didnt want to let go. While no one was looking he looked at me and mouthed to me "I love you!" and I was just melting. Then he walked away and was like Love ya! and Monique made this big deal. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;They then proceeded to take me home. On the way I was so happy. Still in shock. Derrick and Monique kept telling me "When you and Devin get married.." it was funny. I just laughed and joked around. It was fun. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. When I got home I went to Tiffanys house and spilled out everything I could think of. I couldnt stop talking. After calming down I was okay. I was waiting for his call like he told me he was going to call. I went to my house and cleaned to keep me busy, then showered. When I got out of the shower, I heard a male voice in my living room. I thought it was Devin surprising me. I walked out after showering, and it was Tiffany talking ther Boyfriend! I was so disappointed but laughing at myself. When he finally called me at around 11:45. I was so happy. He kept telling me he loved me and all that good stuff. I missed him already. I stood out in the cold in pajamas with wet hair cold as could be for about an hour and a half. Then he had to go to bed. I was okay with that... but I missed him and I didnt want to let him go. For he had to work tomorrow so I let him go. I walked in giddy as could be. THen crashed! I was so tired! I was awake for 18 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that night, that everything that happened to me that day was to tell me I was okay. That everything was working out and life was great. That love had found me and I knew that everything was being put into place. I hate saying this so quickly.. But I think I am going to marry Devin. I think that that full day, just was confiramtion. I can almost for sure say I will marry him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263092498375194129-8634281587157209278?l=mooretodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8634281587157209278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263092498375194129&amp;postID=8634281587157209278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8634281587157209278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263092498375194129/posts/default/8634281587157209278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretodo.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>MalMoore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186701366703467571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOxcLy2k14c/SwXlmUcCkVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sWf90F5LJh4/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
