<?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-7880885708887969166</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:10:54.820-07:00</updated><category term='recipe'/><category term='soup night'/><category term='Tyson'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='Sadie'/><title type='text'>The Scott Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3838401361564854029</id><published>2012-02-09T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:10:54.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyson 8 months!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNSkxyra3LM/TzRgdFScM2I/AAAAAAAADCY/eeYscl0ULDE/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNSkxyra3LM/TzRgdFScM2I/AAAAAAAADCY/eeYscl0ULDE/s640/038.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No teeth yet!&lt;br /&gt;*Won't eat baby food :(&lt;br /&gt;*Will eat "big people food" like frozen peas, cut up blueberries, and bananas.&amp;nbsp; I think he likes being able to feed himself.&lt;br /&gt;*Pulls himself up&lt;br /&gt;*Climbs!&amp;nbsp; Climbed some stairs at the Children's Museum and climbed up on Sadie's pink chair and onto the couch.&lt;br /&gt;*Eats everything off of the floor.&amp;nbsp; I have to sweep a couple times a day to try and keep him safe.&lt;br /&gt;*Says Ma, Da, and Ba.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Crawls at lightning speed&lt;br /&gt;*Growls when he gets frustrated&lt;br /&gt;*Throws massive tantrums.&amp;nbsp; I'm kind of worried about how this one is going to pan out in the future.&lt;br /&gt;*Eats a lot of dirt&lt;br /&gt;*Blows raspberries &lt;br /&gt;*If he sees any bare skin he will zerbert it like crazy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Loves bath time&lt;br /&gt;*Hates nap time.&amp;nbsp; When I lift him to go into his crib is usually when we see the tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;*In size 3 diapers right now but needs to be in size 4.&amp;nbsp; We just have tons and tons to use up still so we haven't changed yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Hates having a dirty diaper.&lt;br /&gt;*Likes to pull our hair.&amp;nbsp; He uses my hair as a comfort object.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Loves Sadie &lt;br /&gt;*Hates his car seat&lt;br /&gt;*Loves his blanky's.&amp;nbsp; I love it when he curls up in it and sucks his thumb.&amp;nbsp; It means sleep is close!&lt;br /&gt;*The boy loves getting his groove on.&amp;nbsp; He's always dancing!&lt;br /&gt;*He started clapping during the super bowl and hasn't stopped.&amp;nbsp; He claps for himself every time he eats!&lt;br /&gt;*He has to have the music thing on in his room to get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;*Does a killer motor boat impression&lt;br /&gt;*Gives nice big open mouthed kisses&lt;br /&gt;*He's a little obsessed with Missy.&amp;nbsp; He growls at her and follows her around.&amp;nbsp; She's still not much of a fan of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKAGzBg1pD4/TzRgGwbSu1I/AAAAAAAADCQ/RSLyIcyESmQ/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKAGzBg1pD4/TzRgGwbSu1I/AAAAAAAADCQ/RSLyIcyESmQ/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 8 months Tyson!&amp;nbsp; We love you squishy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-3838401361564854029?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3838401361564854029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3838401361564854029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3838401361564854029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3838401361564854029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2012/02/tyson-8-months.html' title='Tyson 8 months!!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNSkxyra3LM/TzRgdFScM2I/AAAAAAAADCY/eeYscl0ULDE/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-1260582577962408845</id><published>2012-02-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:44:04.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings with Sadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I usually say "Are you awake?"&amp;nbsp; "Did you sleep well?"&amp;nbsp; She says "Yes where's Ty?"&amp;nbsp; I say "downstairs" or "in his room" and then "Do you want to go potty?" (She wont do ANYTHING until she knows the exact location of her brother) While she does her thing on the potty I usually read her a story.&amp;nbsp; She like "Pooh".&amp;nbsp; Ironic right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go downstairs and find Tyson.&amp;nbsp; She gets all excited when she sees him and says "Hi handsome boy!&amp;nbsp; Hi Ty!"&amp;nbsp; He gets equally excited for about 2 seconds and then crawls away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say "What do you want for breakfast?"&amp;nbsp; She'll dance around and say "Cereals!" or "Hotmeal!"&amp;nbsp; Which ever one I decide to give her (usually oatmeal) gets eaten mostly with her hands and then she yells "I'm a mess!&amp;nbsp; I need a bath!!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point she strips on the way up the stairs leaving a trail of oatmeal covered jammies behind her.&amp;nbsp; I turn on the bath and put her in.&amp;nbsp; She stands against the far wall and says "Keep it away from me K?"&amp;nbsp; I then start pushing the cold water back to the drain and say "Stay away from my bug!&amp;nbsp; Stay away!"&amp;nbsp; She yells "YEAH&amp;nbsp; stay AWAY!" As soon as she knows the&amp;nbsp;water is warm she jumps under the faucet and tells me "Don't&amp;nbsp;turn it off."&amp;nbsp; Eventually I have to turn it off and she yells at me.&amp;nbsp; Then she tells me about her dream from the night before "the worms."&amp;nbsp; I say "what did the worms do?"&amp;nbsp; Then she says "they eat me!"&amp;nbsp; I say "Oh no!&amp;nbsp; Did you squish them?"&amp;nbsp; She says "Noooo..."&amp;nbsp; (dreams vary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning is pretty much the same and I wouldn't have it any other way :)&amp;nbsp; I love my mornings with Sadie :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-1260582577962408845?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/1260582577962408845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=1260582577962408845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1260582577962408845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1260582577962408845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2012/02/mornings-with-sadie.html' title='Mornings with Sadie'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9p5IQa2m1c/Ty3-EDH0k2I/AAAAAAAADBc/qMxnpxiThrY/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-1062797642940582503</id><published>2012-01-20T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:36:15.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates! PART 2</title><content type='html'>Alright back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked the snowiest day of the&amp;nbsp;trip (not on purpose)&amp;nbsp;to go see my good friend Beka who is about to have her first baby any day now!&amp;nbsp; Luckily driving in the snow came back to me like riding a bike.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot more tense having the kids in the car, I only drove 20 mph :)&amp;nbsp; We ate at Elements which was super tasty!&amp;nbsp; It was fun seeing Beka and her baby bump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Utah I was introduced to Zupas by my cousin Kaeli.&amp;nbsp; The kids and I met up with her there for dinner and then got to go see her new apartment.&amp;nbsp; Zupas is one of my new favorites!&amp;nbsp; It was so good!!&amp;nbsp; They give you a chocolate covered strawberry.&amp;nbsp; How could you not LOVE it??&amp;nbsp; Also spending time with Kaeli is one of my favorite things.&amp;nbsp; I just wish I could have seen her more!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TUpopTjjqA/TxoXgNLSj6I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vqsEa19vHHc/s1600/zoo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TUpopTjjqA/TxoXgNLSj6I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vqsEa19vHHc/s640/zoo1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once Ben got to Utah we had a long list of things we wanted to do but sadly we didn't get to do&amp;nbsp;all of it.&amp;nbsp;One of the first things we did was go see&amp;nbsp;great Grandma Scott.&amp;nbsp; She was so cute with&amp;nbsp;the kids.&amp;nbsp; She kept saying "these kids are so cute!&amp;nbsp; My kids were never this cute" I love that lady!&amp;nbsp;The second&amp;nbsp;thing we did was go to the zoo.&amp;nbsp; We LOVE going to the zoo if you've read this blog before you probably already know that.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I was little I wanted to be a Zookeeper.&amp;nbsp; That dream died long ago but my love of animals didn't and was passed down to my little ones.&amp;nbsp; We met up with my friend Calli, her mom, and her little boy Nash.&amp;nbsp; Sadie and Nash had more fun kicking the snow and playing in the water fountain together than actually watching animals.&amp;nbsp; Despite the cold the kids held up longer than I thought they would.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NGtdB-75WA/Txoga4liu_I/AAAAAAAAC74/zQDra9f-QEk/s1600/zoo12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NGtdB-75WA/Txoga4liu_I/AAAAAAAAC74/zQDra9f-QEk/s640/zoo12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xBkU6KC_ok/TxogM-TVCpI/AAAAAAAAC7w/p5g28uidTnw/s1600/Zoo11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xBkU6KC_ok/TxogM-TVCpI/AAAAAAAAC7w/p5g28uidTnw/s640/Zoo11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We headed down to St. George for our GIGANTIC Larsen clan Thanksgiving!&amp;nbsp; This is the reason I decided to come in November rather than wait until February.&amp;nbsp; I missed the last Larsen reunion and hadn't seen some of my Aunts and Uncles in years.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to show off my kids to everyone :)&amp;nbsp; It was especially good to see Uncle Graig who is currently kicking cancer in the butt (YAY!).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6lmRnnWWYM/Txosqts2yOI/AAAAAAAAC8A/_pBbu7zU5yk/s1600/047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's a lot of love in this family!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After Thanksgiving Ben and I skipped town and spent a night in Vegas!&amp;nbsp; We have history there so it was fun for us to go back.&amp;nbsp; Plus we are basically awesome at roulette so it was a fun time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to make sure to take advantage of the mountains while we were there so the last Sunday we went on one of my favorite hikes (waterfall canyon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbN_780oOJE/Txoxr8EC4oI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/sS9TAVWbKkE/s1600/Layton+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbN_780oOJE/Txoxr8EC4oI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/sS9TAVWbKkE/s640/Layton+065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;While in Utah I&amp;nbsp;worked on 17 photo shoots (PHEW!)&amp;nbsp; Which was exhausting but it&amp;nbsp;paid for the trip!&amp;nbsp; You can (Eventually) find them all here &lt;a href="http://chubbytoesphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chubbytoesphotos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Oops I still need to update that one too!) or find me at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=hp#!/pages/Chubby-Toes-Photography/283163307854"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=hp#!/pages/Chubby-Toes-Photography/283163307854&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and like my page!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry my writing is so bad!&amp;nbsp; Hopefully some of the pics make up for it!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-1062797642940582503?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/1062797642940582503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=1062797642940582503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1062797642940582503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1062797642940582503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-part-2.html' title='Updates! PART 2'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TUpopTjjqA/TxoXgNLSj6I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vqsEa19vHHc/s72-c/zoo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2975794705470573404</id><published>2012-01-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:49:11.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!  PART 1</title><content type='html'>Being gone for a whole month really sets you back!&amp;nbsp; I'm finally feeling caught up on life here in NC.&amp;nbsp; My house is finally as clean as it can be.&amp;nbsp; When you have a 2 year old tornado running around its hard to get anything perfectly clean.&amp;nbsp; I've gotten back into a routine (for now).&amp;nbsp; Time to start blogging again!&amp;nbsp; Not that anyone has missed my writing but I feel like I need to do this.&amp;nbsp; It's fun for me :)&amp;nbsp; So here goes nothin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BlcsvYM4mc/Tw5pWl-hkmI/AAAAAAAACuM/gEnj1sW8lMw/s1600/Flighttoutah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BlcsvYM4mc/Tw5pWl-hkmI/AAAAAAAACuM/gEnj1sW8lMw/s640/Flighttoutah.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The plane ride to Utah was awful.&amp;nbsp; But not so awful that I would never do it again.&amp;nbsp; Still now that Tyson is mobile I'm pretty sure he would not tolerate sitting in my lap for 5 hours.&amp;nbsp; He can barely hold still long enough to finish a bottle.&amp;nbsp; Oh well we'll worry about it when the time comes!&amp;nbsp; I was really lucky that there were so many people willing to help me carry my bags and hold the baby.&amp;nbsp; I only hope that someday I'll be able to return the favor by helping some desperate young mother thats in WAY over her head.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGnpiRybEIU/Tw5tbroHbtI/AAAAAAAACzg/NbtjheFZJm0/s1600/Fallleaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGnpiRybEIU/Tw5tbroHbtI/AAAAAAAACzg/NbtjheFZJm0/s640/Fallleaves.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I saw the mountains and the beautiful fall leaves it was all worth it.&amp;nbsp; I went straight out into my parents back yard and took hundreds of pictures.&amp;nbsp; I miss it.&amp;nbsp; I get so dang sick of looking at pine trees and trailer parks here in NC.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong there are beautiful places here too but nothing like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLqgthvZkac/Tw5vGa2d58I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/HO7eIqzR0PM/s1600/Sadie2yr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLqgthvZkac/Tw5vGa2d58I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/HO7eIqzR0PM/s640/Sadie2yr.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sadie had her 2nd birthday while we were in Utah.&amp;nbsp; I was sad that I didn't get to do a big birthday party for her.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I'll ever be good at making a big deal out of birthdays.&amp;nbsp; On the day of her birthday she woke up to a room full of pink balloons.&amp;nbsp; I made her her favorite breakfast (Oatmeal) and gave her a princess crown.&amp;nbsp; That day was really windy and cold so we weren't able to get together with any of her friends.&amp;nbsp; James came down from Logan and Stephney came up from Salt Lake so we had a nice family party.&amp;nbsp; She got spoiled big time and she loved all her presents.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun time.&amp;nbsp; I love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KYJQBQcFu8/Tw-n31YvJXI/AAAAAAAAC4s/P-14F1aZSBE/s1600/JennySP-001-copy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KYJQBQcFu8/Tw-n31YvJXI/AAAAAAAAC4s/P-14F1aZSBE/s640/JennySP-001-copy.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potty trained!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voEcGWMWc2U/Tw-pzoGr26I/AAAAAAAAC5M/nmUAaMQBsEw/s640/Allie+012.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMYltcj8vEs/Tw-p-x1TIaI/AAAAAAAAC5U/1Rk7BvStbGg/s1600/Bri+103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMYltcj8vEs/Tw-p-x1TIaI/AAAAAAAAC5U/1Rk7BvStbGg/s640/Bri+103.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeduABaGo70/Tw-qGVsIEoI/AAAAAAAAC5c/jF5jCLWRNis/s1600/iphone+233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeduABaGo70/Tw-qGVsIEoI/AAAAAAAAC5c/jF5jCLWRNis/s320/iphone+233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blnzQx3cUPk/Tw-tNx-4w1I/AAAAAAAAC5s/usK8dEqvyw4/s1600/JennySP+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blnzQx3cUPk/Tw-tNx-4w1I/AAAAAAAAC5s/usK8dEqvyw4/s640/JennySP+014.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a chance to see my Utah bestee's Marilyn, Shelly, Bonnie, Eva, Beka,&amp;nbsp;and Calli.&amp;nbsp; Sadie got to see HER Utah bestee's Wes, Parley, Olivia, Bryatt, and Nash.&amp;nbsp; Tyson even made a couple friends named Cody and Ambrie!&amp;nbsp; We miss them all!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Kangaroo zoo &amp;amp; Dinosaur park with Marilyn and Wes.&amp;nbsp; Sadie took a while to warm up to the Kangaroo zoo but once she got comfortable she had a blast!&amp;nbsp; I had to force her to go down a slide.&amp;nbsp; I think that might have traumatized her a little!&amp;nbsp; I didn't get any pictures :(&amp;nbsp; Sometimes its just SO much easier to leave the camera at home.&amp;nbsp; I DID however get LOTS of pictures at the Dinosaur Park.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3RTnnySFQRs/Tw-4x4eGcrI/AAAAAAAAC50/xnRHWew5V1I/s1600/dinosaurpark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3RTnnySFQRs/Tw-4x4eGcrI/AAAAAAAAC50/xnRHWew5V1I/s640/dinosaurpark.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQLIugUIkwc/Tw-461OfWvI/AAAAAAAAC58/mTAW2csosZU/s1600/Sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQLIugUIkwc/Tw-461OfWvI/AAAAAAAAC58/mTAW2csosZU/s640/Sandwich.jpg" width="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little sequence is named "Give me a bite of yo samich woman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm SO SO sad that I didn't get any pictures of Shelly and Parley :(&amp;nbsp; They came over and played one day and then I met them at Kirts for some lunch another day.&amp;nbsp; It was fun just chatting and catching up!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Pl52sxZ_vc/Tw-8yEFeg8I/AAAAAAAAC6E/vStlUfkbcz8/s1600/Kersey+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Pl52sxZ_vc/Tw-8yEFeg8I/AAAAAAAAC6E/vStlUfkbcz8/s640/Kersey+003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1DGEuyG8Rg/Tw_DbAbFRNI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_Tnz_1a0oII/s1600/bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1DGEuyG8Rg/Tw_DbAbFRNI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_Tnz_1a0oII/s640/bath.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover!&amp;nbsp; Bonnie had a great idea that we should have a sleepover :)&amp;nbsp; It was so fun!&amp;nbsp; I was a little worried that the kids wouldn't sleep in a new place but they did fine.&amp;nbsp; Eva, Bryatt, and Ambrie&amp;nbsp;came for the night but didn't sleep over.&amp;nbsp; I love getting together with those girls!&amp;nbsp; I seriously laughed my buns off all night.&amp;nbsp; If 4 years ago you came into the plasma center and told me that I would be such good friends with Bonnie I probably would have laughed in your face!&amp;nbsp; I don't&amp;nbsp;know how many times she made me cry but I know it was more than once :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok its 1 am so I'm going to have to say TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2975794705470573404?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2975794705470573404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2975794705470573404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2975794705470573404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2975794705470573404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-part-1.html' title='Updates!  PART 1'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BlcsvYM4mc/Tw5pWl-hkmI/AAAAAAAACuM/gEnj1sW8lMw/s72-c/Flighttoutah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4845381294198499606</id><published>2011-12-24T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:31:27.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF9sP7eQXsU/TvbAltQN9LI/AAAAAAAACQg/pJy_mVRwxQk/s1600/Botanical+Gardens+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF9sP7eQXsU/TvbAltQN9LI/AAAAAAAACQg/pJy_mVRwxQk/s320/Botanical+Gardens+001.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It was crowded!&amp;nbsp; I get a little stressed out in big crowds (like most people) and I had a killer head ache.&amp;nbsp; But overall it was a good time.&amp;nbsp; I learned that Sadie has absolutely NO interest in watching trains.&amp;nbsp; Good to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4845381294198499606?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4845381294198499606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4845381294198499606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4845381294198499606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4845381294198499606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF9sP7eQXsU/TvbAltQN9LI/AAAAAAAACQg/pJy_mVRwxQk/s72-c/Botanical+Gardens+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4542023106582456722</id><published>2011-10-13T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:03:22.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny day!</title><content type='html'>Sadie was hilarious today.&amp;nbsp; The fact that she had a smokers voice only enhanced the fun.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I made her some play dough.&amp;nbsp; She wasn't interested in it yesterday but today she was watching Little Einsteins and then suddenly said "I bake a cake".&amp;nbsp; So she went into the dinning room and started playing with her play dough.&amp;nbsp; I was feeding Tyson so I didn't pay much attention to what she was doing until I heard her singing loudly "Happy Birdday to MEEEEE, Happy Birdday to Mom, Happy Birdday to ME!"&amp;nbsp; I got her some birthday candles and let her play birthday party all day!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing outside.&amp;nbsp; Missy was going crazy running and spinning everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Tyson and I were laughing.&amp;nbsp; I guess it was making Sadie jealous because she came over and said "Put him down!"&amp;nbsp; I said Sadie I can't put him down right now!&amp;nbsp; So she goes "PUT him DOWN in the DIRT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we picked up some pizza for our friends that are sick.&amp;nbsp; When I told the girl I wanted a cheese and a sausage pizza she flipped "I do I do!&amp;nbsp; I want pizza!&amp;nbsp; I want cheese!"&amp;nbsp; It was hard for her little self to understand that it wasn't for us.&amp;nbsp; Later when I was tucking her into bed and just about to give her a kiss goodnight&amp;nbsp; I heard her whisper "I want my pizza back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Sadie was going potty (this is after I had already put her to bed once)&amp;nbsp;I accidentally knocked over Tyson's bathtub.&amp;nbsp; Once Sadie was done she said "Get in the corner mom."&amp;nbsp; I was like "huh?" (I didn't understand what she was talking about) "GET IN THE CORNER!!!"&amp;nbsp; Again I said "What?"&amp;nbsp; Then she said "Put your hands on the WALL!"&amp;nbsp; She was putting me into time out!&amp;nbsp; So I put my hands on the wall.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I touched the wall she grabbed my hand and said "Ok talk to me"&amp;nbsp; I said "What did I do?"&amp;nbsp; "Hit Ty's tub."&amp;nbsp; "Oh ok I'm sorry Sadie."&amp;nbsp; I gave her a big hug.&amp;nbsp; She just turns around without a word and walked to her room and put herself back to bed.&amp;nbsp; What a little goof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;Tyson is rolling around like crazy now!&amp;nbsp; My life is over...&amp;nbsp; He's also scooting.&amp;nbsp; When he's laying on his stomach he puts his bum up and pushes forward.&amp;nbsp; He's like a little inchworm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4542023106582456722?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4542023106582456722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4542023106582456722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4542023106582456722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4542023106582456722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/10/funny-day.html' title='Funny day!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4490993494109202464</id><published>2011-10-09T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:16:45.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyson 4 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHKqhnoZaQI/TpJXSfbyzNI/AAAAAAAACM8/icrAMvC7Stg/s1600/4+month+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHKqhnoZaQI/TpJXSfbyzNI/AAAAAAAACM8/icrAMvC7Stg/s640/4+month+044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 4 month Birthday my little man!&amp;nbsp; This past month was a little rough on Tyson.&amp;nbsp; First he got a really bad rash all over his body, then he was constipated for 5 days and&amp;nbsp;he was colicky.&amp;nbsp; I was really worried for a while because he used to be such a happy baby and I was afraid I wouldn't get him back.&amp;nbsp; But luckily, He's back!&amp;nbsp; He still gets painful gas bubbles but for the most part he's back to his cheerful self.&amp;nbsp; Some things about this past month:&lt;br /&gt;-He got really good with his hands.&amp;nbsp; He can grab his Binky and put it in his mouth.&amp;nbsp; Its pretty cute to watch!&lt;br /&gt;-We buzzed his hair because he looked pretty silly.&amp;nbsp; He looked like an old man!&lt;br /&gt;-He went to his first amusement park and water park.&lt;br /&gt;-Sadie sings him "Edelweiss" to calm him down.&amp;nbsp; It works EVERY time!&amp;nbsp; Its so helpful when I'm trying to get dinner on the table.&amp;nbsp; He LOVES his big sister.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-He's still in size 2 diapers.&lt;br /&gt;-He smells like rotten eggs.&lt;br /&gt;-He snores.&lt;br /&gt;-He is a Mamma's boy!&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty proud of that one!&lt;br /&gt;-He started using his Jumparoo.&amp;nbsp; He is pretty much obsessed.&amp;nbsp; If he sees it he starts wiggling like crazy to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;-He tried his first solid food today.&amp;nbsp; I gave him some Whole wheat cereal with avocados in it.&amp;nbsp; He loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;-Oh yeah...HE STARTED SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT! 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I wish I could record everything she does because I think we would probably be AFV winners by now.&amp;nbsp; Sadly every time I get out the camera she gets all shy :(&amp;nbsp; I'll have to do my best to describe it but some things you just had to have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know we are potty training right now.&amp;nbsp; Some days are good.&amp;nbsp; Some days are really really bad.&amp;nbsp; This was one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie&amp;nbsp;had just had an #2 accident in her brand new mini mouse undies.&amp;nbsp; Usually #2's&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;not a big deal because she poops like a deer (Someone get this girl some FIBER!)&amp;nbsp;so its really easy to clean up&amp;nbsp;IF it stays in the undies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to change her she FLIPPED out because she really wanted to wear those new undies.&amp;nbsp; She started to kick her legs right when I was trying to pull the dirty undies off and little pellets went flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; "ARE YOU SERIOUS SADIE?&amp;nbsp; Are you SERIOUS?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I clean up the mess and give her a bath.&amp;nbsp; LATER as I'm trying to get her dressed she is NOT cooperating.&amp;nbsp; I finally pin her down and attempt to put a sweater on her while she's struggling and I hear this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie:&amp;nbsp; "ARE YOU SERIOUS MOM?&amp;nbsp; Are you SERIOUS?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben came home from work and gave me a kiss while I was cooking dinner.&amp;nbsp; (don't get too excited, this is a PG post!)&lt;br /&gt;From below we hear a little voice say "NO!&amp;nbsp; Kiss ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now whenever we say "Sadie, Who should I kiss?"&amp;nbsp; She always replies with "Kiss ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Busch Gardens recently.&amp;nbsp; While we were there it was their first night of their version of "Fright mares"&amp;nbsp; They did a good job!&amp;nbsp; It was pretty scary!&amp;nbsp; We were walking past the Werewolf section of the park.&amp;nbsp; They had werewolves in the trees and peaking out from behind signs.&amp;nbsp; I could tell that Sadie was getting a little nervous but "Miss Independent" wanted to walk.&amp;nbsp; It was taking for EVER because her little legs don't really go very fast and I wanted to go home.&amp;nbsp; So I said "Sadie!&amp;nbsp; I'm so scared!"&amp;nbsp; So she ran over to me, jumped up into my arms and squeezed me as hard as she could and whispered in my ear "Don't be afraid.&amp;nbsp; I got you.&amp;nbsp; I got you mom."&amp;nbsp; She stayed in this position the WHOLE rest of the way through the park.&amp;nbsp; Anytime I tried to lift my head up she would yank it back down and say "SHHH...I got you.&amp;nbsp; Don't be afraid."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-7548483288678070411?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/7548483288678070411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=7548483288678070411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7548483288678070411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7548483288678070411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/10/sadie-funnies.html' title='Sadie funnies...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8166123367090470801</id><published>2011-09-13T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:36:53.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty 3 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvoM7cP9KYQ/Tm_74QNT7wI/AAAAAAAACMw/qxZ0YmM12CU/s1600/19smooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvoM7cP9KYQ/Tm_74QNT7wI/AAAAAAAACMw/qxZ0YmM12CU/s640/19smooth.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy is HUGE!&amp;nbsp; People ask if he's 6 months old all of the time.&amp;nbsp; The best word to describe his personality is delightful.&amp;nbsp; He is always so happy and giggly and talkative.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; He is SO fun.&amp;nbsp; He likes to wake up at 3am just to talk.&amp;nbsp; He isn't even hungry most of the time.&amp;nbsp; He just wants to chat with me.&amp;nbsp; He gets so happy when I walk in.&amp;nbsp; He starts flapping his arms and kicking his legs.&amp;nbsp; Having someone so happy to see you feels really good!&amp;nbsp; Here are some highlights from this last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He moved up from 1's to 2's in diaper sizes&lt;br /&gt;*He's wearing 3 month clothes&lt;br /&gt;*His hair started falling out in clumps!&amp;nbsp; I'm so sad!&amp;nbsp; I loved his dark silky hair.&amp;nbsp; Now he only has a little peach fuzz on top.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*He still has extremely bad gas!&amp;nbsp; Luckily it doesn't seem to bother him too much.&lt;br /&gt;*He still loves the bath.&lt;br /&gt;*He watches his sister and smiles at everything she does.&amp;nbsp; He adores her.&lt;br /&gt;*He has the most beautiful blue/sparkly eyes I'm so happy that I finally got a picture that shows that. (The one above)&lt;br /&gt;*He shakes his head violently while trying to fight off sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*He weighs about 15 lbs right now&lt;br /&gt;*He is extremely tickelish.&amp;nbsp; Especially his feet.&lt;br /&gt;*He giggles all the time.&amp;nbsp; All you have to do is kiss his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;*He is exploring his voice.&amp;nbsp; He copies the noises we make and he LOVES it when he feels like we are copying him back.&lt;br /&gt;*He gets really sad when he hears loud noises.&amp;nbsp; His little lip pokes out and his eyes get all teary.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty dang cute!&lt;br /&gt;*He can fit his whole fist in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;*He can almost roll over from his back to his stomach&lt;br /&gt;*He spits up pretty much everything I feed him :( but he's still gaining weight so I don't worry too much about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;and...thats all I can think of right now!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this little cutie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8166123367090470801?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8166123367090470801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8166123367090470801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8166123367090470801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8166123367090470801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/09/ty-3-months.html' title='Ty 3 Months!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvoM7cP9KYQ/Tm_74QNT7wI/AAAAAAAACMw/qxZ0YmM12CU/s72-c/19smooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2370931196287293386</id><published>2011-08-25T12:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:07:39.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I feel like things are hard I like to read this: &lt;a href="http://patrickandashley.blogspot.com/2010/09/answers.html"&gt;http://patrickandashley.blogspot.com/2010/09/answers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It inspires me to be a better Mom and it really puts things into "perspective" for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2370931196287293386?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2370931196287293386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2370931196287293386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2370931196287293386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2370931196287293386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-509320935175475192</id><published>2011-08-22T21:06:00.120-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:04:18.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NC Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7TYDWL048/TlMWKVaoyuI/AAAAAAAACLc/Za72a1Zy0D8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7TYDWL048/TlMWKVaoyuI/AAAAAAAACLc/Za72a1Zy0D8/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ew elephanto bummies!"-Sadie (I really don't know where any of those words came from!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since Saturdays family activity was sort of a failure.&amp;nbsp; We decided to use Ben's day off to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.nczoo.org/"&gt;North Carolina Zoological Park.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sadie LOVES animals so we knew it would be a hit. (It was!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJxzbbyan-w/TlMWbRiGttI/AAAAAAAACLg/CO4_jbUMVDI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJxzbbyan-w/TlMWbRiGttI/AAAAAAAACLg/CO4_jbUMVDI/s640/003.JPG" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the 2 hour ride there was enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; I could hear Sadie in the back saying "CAAAMMMEEELSSS deener time!" (Camels! dinner time!)&amp;nbsp; She was so excited.&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfect and the drive was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; We got a little nervous when the GPS was telling us we were almost there but we were driving down a dirt road.&amp;nbsp; Also we hadn't seen any signs suggesting any kind of attraction whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; Other than pottery shops.&amp;nbsp; I think we passed at least a hundred different pottery shops.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was weird at the time but the &lt;a href="http://heartofnorthcarolina.com/cities-and-towns/seagrove.htm"&gt;history&lt;/a&gt; of it&amp;nbsp;is actually kind of interesting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyG3nrmMTuU/TlMW4vQVAII/AAAAAAAACLk/cnQ9ybqdPCA/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyG3nrmMTuU/TlMW4vQVAII/AAAAAAAACLk/cnQ9ybqdPCA/s640/011.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bye Bye big bird, Night Night"-Sadie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sadie LOVED this Ostrich.&amp;nbsp; She talked to it like they were best friends.&amp;nbsp; Then she said "Shoo!&amp;nbsp; Shoo! bird" "Cheep Cheep Cheep" She was sad to say goodbye so we told her he had to go night night.&amp;nbsp; She was ok after that.&amp;nbsp; I think it was because she didn't want to have to go night nights too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVHaRpnOyNM/TlMXPnkZm6I/AAAAAAAACLo/eisftuFd7Zk/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="568" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVHaRpnOyNM/TlMXPnkZm6I/AAAAAAAACLo/eisftuFd7Zk/s640/013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was impressed by the acrobatics that I was able to do to get myself out of that egg!&amp;nbsp; It hurt a little.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_qlGRWqNC4/TlMXuGpT0iI/AAAAAAAACLs/IF6KLeqcjbI/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_qlGRWqNC4/TlMXuGpT0iI/AAAAAAAACLs/IF6KLeqcjbI/s640/021.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcvi6xEh7G0/TlMYHWu356I/AAAAAAAACLw/-I6yOfVBh7M/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcvi6xEh7G0/TlMYHWu356I/AAAAAAAACLw/-I6yOfVBh7M/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is just like I was when I was little.&amp;nbsp; She has an obsession with rocks.&amp;nbsp; I love it that I see that part of me in her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mC3yYBWl0Cc/TlMYe94EW-I/AAAAAAAACL0/BFy1nwALXhs/s1600/0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mC3yYBWl0Cc/TlMYe94EW-I/AAAAAAAACL0/BFy1nwALXhs/s640/0241.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tyson was amazing through all of this.&amp;nbsp; He did have a pretty nasty blow out when we got to the zoo though.&amp;nbsp; Luckily we know our kids and their proneness to major poopage so we were prepared.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing how much more skilled you are with your second kid&amp;nbsp;then with your first.&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;it would have happened when Sadie was a new born I probably would have cried.&amp;nbsp; It would have ruined my whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OK so here is the 411 of the NC Zoo&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Be ready to walk, A LOT.&amp;nbsp; Wear tennis shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*The exhibits were great because the animals had a LOT of room to move around and be more "natural" but at the same time you might not see all of the animals because they have places to hide.&amp;nbsp; (The gorilla hid behind a log, Sadie was very disappointed.)&amp;nbsp; Maybe take binoculars if you have them.&amp;nbsp; In a way it makes it feel like a real safari because you don't really know what you're going to see.&amp;nbsp; We only made it through half of the park in 5 hours.&amp;nbsp; We were EXHAUSTED after!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*They charged 2$ to see the giraffes which was really really dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*The indoor exhibits like the desert and the "swamp ghosts" were pretty lame.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*There were lots of drinking fountains&amp;nbsp;and they even had air conditioned rest areas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*If you stay until 5 stop by the chimpanzees.&amp;nbsp; They went CRAZY after they got fed.&amp;nbsp; They were so loud! It was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-509320935175475192?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/509320935175475192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=509320935175475192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/509320935175475192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/509320935175475192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/nc-zoo.html' title='NC Zoo'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7TYDWL048/TlMWKVaoyuI/AAAAAAAACLc/Za72a1Zy0D8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4873130873640180431</id><published>2011-08-21T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:43:11.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Golf pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUoqpuU6IJE/TlGyfaTxf0I/AAAAAAAACLU/LeEm7ei54pY/s640/019b%2526w.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5rbY_HUWCo/TlGz5H9qdXI/AAAAAAAACLY/uzbJS-mQ9LU/s1600/puttputt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5rbY_HUWCo/TlGz5H9qdXI/AAAAAAAACLY/uzbJS-mQ9LU/s640/puttputt.jpg" width="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4873130873640180431?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4873130873640180431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4873130873640180431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4873130873640180431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4873130873640180431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-golf-pics.html' title='More Golf pics'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGp21_NxMJo/TlGvXKf-FtI/AAAAAAAACLM/5uvoAKnTbf0/s72-c/001b%2526w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3558676627517663837</id><published>2011-08-21T12:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:58:44.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnZM1nsjIw8/TlFIeuajcqI/AAAAAAAACLI/EQwnykV5dV8/s1600/002b%2526w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnZM1nsjIw8/TlFIeuajcqI/AAAAAAAACLI/EQwnykV5dV8/s640/002b%2526w.jpg" width="564" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The attempt at mini golfing with Sadie wasn't quite a failure but it definitely wasn't a success either.&amp;nbsp; We had fun for the first 3 holes and then she was done.&amp;nbsp; It was SO HOT!&amp;nbsp; We forced ourselves to keep going because we didn't want to waste the 18 dollars we spent to play but at the ninth hole we just couldn't take the heat anymore.&amp;nbsp; It was really bad.&amp;nbsp; Mini golf wasn't quite Sadie's speed anyways.&amp;nbsp; Every time we hit the ball Sadie would retrieve it for us.&amp;nbsp; Poor little thing was drenched from running around so much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-3558676627517663837?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3558676627517663837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3558676627517663837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3558676627517663837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3558676627517663837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/mini-golf.html' title='Mini Golf'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDI6PYsCdT4/TlFCwbQvo4I/AAAAAAAACLA/j9ow0mCe-tU/s72-c/018b%2526w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8755491890315239019</id><published>2011-08-14T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:12:42.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more...</title><content type='html'>Here's a few more Sadieisms to end a fabulous Sunday night on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Outside of Tutti Melon a scantily clad women walks by;&lt;br /&gt;S: Pointing says "NAKED NAKED NAKED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A black man walks by us at Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;S:&amp;nbsp; Eyes light up and she yells "Mickey Mouse!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today while Skyping with my Mom;&lt;br /&gt;S:&amp;nbsp; Wraps the Boppy around herself and says "Feed him" and points to Tyson and then points to the Boppy.&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah?&amp;nbsp; How are you going to feed him?&lt;br /&gt;S:&amp;nbsp; Feed him boobies.&amp;nbsp; (Grabs her chest)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8755491890315239019?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8755491890315239019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8755491890315239019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8755491890315239019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8755491890315239019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-more.html' title='A few more...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2330680913941156100</id><published>2011-08-13T20:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:57:01.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Fishin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdRLarPhtrg/Tkcz2SILryI/AAAAAAAACK0/Yh1FEN2Kf0U/s1600/224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdRLarPhtrg/Tkcz2SILryI/AAAAAAAACK0/Yh1FEN2Kf0U/s640/224.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in her there holdin' that pink rod and reel. &lt;br /&gt;She's doing almost everything but sittin' still. &lt;br /&gt;Talkin' bout her ballet shoes and trainin' wheels, &lt;br /&gt;and her kittens. And she thinks we're just fishin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Daddy loves you baby one more time, &lt;br /&gt;she say's I know, I think I got a bite.&lt;br /&gt;An all this laughin', cryin', smilin', dyin' here inside &lt;br /&gt;is what I call livin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SshlXbCSc1U/Tkc3t_-rZ6I/AAAAAAAACK8/NXXq_KLMIps/s1600/221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SshlXbCSc1U/Tkc3t_-rZ6I/AAAAAAAACK8/NXXq_KLMIps/s640/221.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)&lt;br /&gt;An she thinks we're just fishin' on the river side, &lt;br /&gt;throwin' back what we could fry, &lt;br /&gt;drownin' worms an killin' time, &lt;br /&gt;nothin' to ambitious &lt;br /&gt;she ain't even thinkin' bout what's really goin' on right now&lt;br /&gt;but I guarantee this memories a big'in &lt;br /&gt;and she thinks we're just fishin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already pretty, like her momma is&lt;br /&gt;Gonna drive the boy's all crazy&lt;br /&gt;giver her daddy fits&lt;br /&gt;and I better do this every chance I get&lt;br /&gt;'cause time is tickin'&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)&lt;br /&gt;An she thinks we're just fishin' on the river side, &lt;br /&gt;throwin' back what we could fry, &lt;br /&gt;drownin' worms an killin' time, &lt;br /&gt;nothin' to ambitious &lt;br /&gt;she ain't even thinkin' bout what's really goin' on right now&lt;br /&gt;but I guarantee this memories a big'in &lt;br /&gt;and she thinks we're just fishin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ain't even thinkin' bout what's really goin' on right now&lt;br /&gt;but I guarantee this memories a big'in &lt;br /&gt;and she thinks we're just fishin'&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, aww she thinks we're just fishin'&lt;br /&gt;We ain't only fishin'&lt;br /&gt;This ain't about Fishin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Trace Adkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ky3bV27yrF0/Tkc0oIB5dnI/AAAAAAAACK4/gGerRVvZMiE/s1600/228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ky3bV27yrF0/Tkc0oIB5dnI/AAAAAAAACK4/gGerRVvZMiE/s640/228.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2330680913941156100?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2330680913941156100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2330680913941156100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2330680913941156100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2330680913941156100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-fishin.html' title='Just Fishin&apos;'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdRLarPhtrg/Tkcz2SILryI/AAAAAAAACK0/Yh1FEN2Kf0U/s72-c/224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4412081431813691043</id><published>2011-08-12T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:14:35.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah_kOHwo_D8/TkKrLZoASgI/AAAAAAAACKk/nhLUaCKTRhI/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah_kOHwo_D8/TkKrLZoASgI/AAAAAAAACKk/nhLUaCKTRhI/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tyson&amp;nbsp;turned 2 months&amp;nbsp;old on the 9th!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;celebrated by going to the doctors and getting shots.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; I was dreading it because both kids at the doctors seemed like it would be a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; Sadie hadn't had a nap (she refused) and Tyson hadn't eaten for a while.&amp;nbsp; I was prepared for the worst.&amp;nbsp; I think I've gotten the hang of taking care of both of them here at home.&amp;nbsp; But taking them out in public&amp;nbsp;is another story!&amp;nbsp; I guess I'm getting better at it.&amp;nbsp; It still takes me an hour to get out the door but we didn't have any major problems at the clinic.&amp;nbsp; I tried not to make eye contact with all the people staring at me in the waiting room.&amp;nbsp; Sadie was running around like crazy but at least she wasn't crying!&amp;nbsp; After we went over to Tutti Melon (best treat EVER!)&amp;nbsp;and shared a frozen yogurt.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to have that time together.&amp;nbsp; Plus Tutti Melon&amp;nbsp;is heavenly so it was a good day.&amp;nbsp; Tyson is in the 83 percentile for weight and the 60th for height.&amp;nbsp; He weighed 12 lbs 11 oz and was 22 3/4 inches long.&amp;nbsp; Here are some things about our little Ty Ty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*His best friend is the ceiling fan.&amp;nbsp; It makes a great baby sitter!&amp;nbsp; Just lay him underneath and he'll coo and laugh at it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He is SUPER happy.&amp;nbsp; He smiles at me all day long.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He still smells like sulfur for some reason.&amp;nbsp; I can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He is getting better at getting his thumb in his mouth.&amp;nbsp; It's still pretty funny watching him try because he usually ends up punching himself in the face instead.&amp;nbsp; It's just a lot slower and more controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He was nicknamed by the gym ladies "butterball" we call him "butters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He started rolling over this past month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*His sister likes to poke him and say "boop boop boop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He still loves the bath.&amp;nbsp; He recently started splashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He is sleeping 7-8 hours a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He likes to squeeze my finger while I feed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He can hold his head up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our little Ty Ty so much!&amp;nbsp; Happy 2 month birthday Tyson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MruHGLRXoqw/TkVwTXqh_2I/AAAAAAAACKo/tLkBX9vVlko/s1600/theartofdestruction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MruHGLRXoqw/TkVwTXqh_2I/AAAAAAAACKo/tLkBX9vVlko/s320/theartofdestruction.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I'm at it I might as well update you on our little Sadie bug:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; She is so fun!&amp;nbsp; She's like our own personal tornado.&amp;nbsp; She can destroy a clean house within a half hour.&amp;nbsp; Honestly!&amp;nbsp; I've seen it happen.&amp;nbsp; If she's in one of her moods it only takes her a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; I think she gets that skill from her Daddy :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*She talks a lot!&amp;nbsp; She can speak in whole sentences, recognize her letters, sing songs, repeat EVERYTHING she hears (I said "Oh Crap!" the other day not realizing she was there and then I hear her cute little voice echo back "Oh Crap. Oh crap. Oh crap...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*She says and does things at times that I've never said to her or taught her then I realize its usually stuff she's picked up from other kids or TV.&amp;nbsp; For example, we were at Walmart the other day and we were walking past the Angry Birds display.&amp;nbsp; A boy near us got all excited and was like "Look Mom!&amp;nbsp; Angry Birds!"&amp;nbsp; Later while we were in line there were some stuffed Angry Birds toys and I heard her say "Mom!&amp;nbsp; Angry Birds!"&amp;nbsp; So I let her hold one and she shoved it into Ty's face and said, "Angry Birds Ty!&amp;nbsp; Cheep Cheep TY!&amp;nbsp; Cheep Cheep!"&amp;nbsp; She's like a little sponge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*She's getting pretty good at recognizing her colors and counting.&amp;nbsp; I amazed at how smart she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*She is the worlds biggest klutz.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*She loves to give kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*She is half way potty trained.&amp;nbsp; Some days she'll use the potty all day and others she wants nothing to do with it.&amp;nbsp; Oh well!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love you Bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4412081431813691043?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4412081431813691043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4412081431813691043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4412081431813691043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4412081431813691043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah_kOHwo_D8/TkKrLZoASgI/AAAAAAAACKk/nhLUaCKTRhI/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2454271601127067061</id><published>2011-08-10T09:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:13:57.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadieisms Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJxwL0e-7Go/TkKjiE6gr0I/AAAAAAAACKc/kQ8hX7H8t7s/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJxwL0e-7Go/TkKjiE6gr0I/AAAAAAAACKc/kQ8hX7H8t7s/s320/073.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to the bathroom she flushed the toilet and then looked at me very seriously and asked "Where poop go?"&amp;nbsp; I said "To the ocean" (I know, I know, its all I could think of on the spot) She stared into my eyes for a few seconds and then slapped me across the face.&amp;nbsp; It actually hurt pretty bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a "hurtie" on her knee, she wanted me to kiss it for the 10,000th time but I was distracted so I didn't get to it right away.&amp;nbsp; I could hear her sweet little voice saying "owie, hurtie, kiss it" but it just wasn't registering.&amp;nbsp; Finally I guess she got sick of me ignoring her&amp;nbsp;because suddenly she grabbed my face and shoved it down towards her knee and growled "kiss IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she started dancing with the vacuum and said "Shake your whole body!" then she gave it a big hug, looked at it and said "High five vacuum!" and gave it a high five.&amp;nbsp; I think its time to get her some more friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2454271601127067061?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2454271601127067061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2454271601127067061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2454271601127067061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2454271601127067061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/sadieisms-continued.html' title='Sadieisms Continued'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJxwL0e-7Go/TkKjiE6gr0I/AAAAAAAACKc/kQ8hX7H8t7s/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6589682699690998217</id><published>2011-08-08T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:21:03.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadieisms</title><content type='html'>I think its about time I start documenting all the funny things that Sadie says.&amp;nbsp; I've seen a few people do this on their blogs and I think it's a great way to record these memories.&amp;nbsp; I used to journal almost every night but ever since Tyson got here I've been way too tired.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was laying on the floor and part of my stomach was showing.&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: Oh TUMMY! (and lifts my shirt up to see the whole "tummy")&lt;br /&gt;She stares at it for a minute and then says: Weird. (pulls my shirt down and walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was doing dishes when Sadie walks in, tugs on my pants and says:&amp;nbsp; Want Superman undies Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scene:&amp;nbsp; Sadie standing in the front room with no shirt on and her belly sticking out.&amp;nbsp; She's standing over the vent so her hair is blowing straight up in the air and she's looking out the window.&amp;nbsp; I hear the garbage men pull up and then she gets a mean look on her face and goes: ah! No!,&amp;nbsp; Mom garbage!&amp;nbsp; NO NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats only a few because I have to go make dinner.&amp;nbsp; More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6589682699690998217?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6589682699690998217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6589682699690998217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6589682699690998217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6589682699690998217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/sadieisms.html' title='Sadieisms'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-7040607964296364071</id><published>2011-08-04T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:47:27.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Huntress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKGN1QmNwKU/TjtVbhheWII/AAAAAAAACKY/185w54bR2X0/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKGN1QmNwKU/TjtVbhheWII/AAAAAAAACKY/185w54bR2X0/s320/057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This dog celebrated her 1st birthday on July 29th.&amp;nbsp; She's been a pretty good dog for us.&amp;nbsp; She and I have a love/hate relationship.&amp;nbsp; I love to hate her (insert fake laugh here).&amp;nbsp; I just barely started liking her because she is finally starting to&amp;nbsp;pull her weight.&amp;nbsp; She is extremely useful when it comes to entertaining kids, catching flies, and cuddling.&amp;nbsp; She also takes it upon herself to dig holes in the yard, fart in your face, and shed all over.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't bark but she does stop in front of you while walking down stairs.&amp;nbsp; Despite all the annoying things about her she really is a good dog.&amp;nbsp; Sadie jumps on her face and tries to ride her like a horse and she doesn't even growl at her.&amp;nbsp; I don't think there are very many dogs out there with her patience.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday Missy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-7040607964296364071?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/7040607964296364071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=7040607964296364071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7040607964296364071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7040607964296364071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/mighty-huntress.html' title='Mighty Huntress'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKGN1QmNwKU/TjtVbhheWII/AAAAAAAACKY/185w54bR2X0/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6044773492952177875</id><published>2011-08-04T20:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:25:54.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8dG1gDakLA/TjtUb_GgkkI/AAAAAAAACKU/3Raq4BoTHy4/s1600/Timeout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8dG1gDakLA/TjtUb_GgkkI/AAAAAAAACKU/3Raq4BoTHy4/s320/Timeout.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sadie spent most of today in this corner.&amp;nbsp; She was a naughty little girl today!&amp;nbsp; Missy tried to play with her while she was in the corner.&amp;nbsp; I could here her talking to Missy saying "No Missy, (I'm) in time out"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6044773492952177875?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6044773492952177875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6044773492952177875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6044773492952177875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6044773492952177875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-out.html' title='TIME OUT!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8dG1gDakLA/TjtUb_GgkkI/AAAAAAAACKU/3Raq4BoTHy4/s72-c/Timeout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-1079969493692747104</id><published>2011-07-09T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:54:00.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp7F6CDnHjo/ThiF5T-NFVI/AAAAAAAACHM/owAgPqdmZ3Y/s1600/1831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp7F6CDnHjo/ThiF5T-NFVI/AAAAAAAACHM/owAgPqdmZ3Y/s320/1831.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that one whole month has already gone by since Tyson joined our little family.&amp;nbsp; Life with two kids has been crazy but I haven't felt the full force of it yet because my parents are still here helping us out.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for them!&amp;nbsp; Between having a new baby AND moving into a new house it has been a crazy month.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I would have made it through without my parents assistance.&amp;nbsp; I have mixed feelings about them leaving (Monday).&amp;nbsp; I'm sad because it has been awesome having them around not only because they help me out so much but also because its so fun seeing them with Sadie.&amp;nbsp; She loves her Grandma and Grandpa (Tama &amp;amp; Tampa).&amp;nbsp; There will be a very sad girl here on Tuesday morning when she wakes up and realizes that they are gone.&amp;nbsp; Even now when they go over to the new house to paint she stares out the window and says "Where Tampa go?" "Tampa WAIT" "Tampa WAIT!!"&amp;nbsp; But as nice as it is to have them here it'll be good for life to have some kind of routine again.&amp;nbsp; To be able to feed the baby in the front room without worrying about my Dad seeing&amp;nbsp;something that&amp;nbsp;no dad should ever see.&amp;nbsp; Also it feels like forever since I've seen any of my friends.&amp;nbsp; Sadie is suffering from the lack of socialization.&amp;nbsp; She never had a problem in nursery before but now she cries the whole time.&amp;nbsp; So it'll be nice for both of us to have play dates again.&amp;nbsp; I think my parents are ready to go home too.&amp;nbsp; They have been sleeping on an air mattress for a month!&amp;nbsp; Anyways here are some things about my little guy at 1 month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He loves his sleep, I usually only have to get up with him twice during the night and he normally goes right back to sleep after he eats.&amp;nbsp; Every now and then we'll have a bad night but I consider myself VERY lucky to be getting the sleep that I'm getting.&lt;br /&gt;-His sneezes are HUGE.&amp;nbsp; I hope to be able to record one someday because they are so cute.&amp;nbsp; I jump so high when he sneezes because it scares me that something so loud can come out of someone so little.&lt;br /&gt;-His acne cleared up over night.&amp;nbsp; Last night he went to bed with a face full of baby zits and today he woke up with nice clear cheeks&lt;br /&gt;-He's plumping up nicely.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't have half as many rolls as Sadie did but he is becoming nice and chunky.&lt;br /&gt;-Sadly his hair is lightening up.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping it would stay dark but I'm thinking he'll probably go blonde like Sadie.&amp;nbsp; Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;-He loves his head rubbed.&amp;nbsp; You touch his head and instantly his eyes roll back in his head.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves the bath&lt;br /&gt;-He loves tummy time.&amp;nbsp; Unlike his sister who used to cry whenever we put her on her stomach.&amp;nbsp; He could stay on his stomach all day long.&lt;br /&gt;-He grunts like a goat&lt;br /&gt;-His sister adores him.&amp;nbsp; If it even seems like he's getting sad she runs and grabs him a binky.&amp;nbsp; When we drive in the car she looks over at him and says "Oh Ty" and giggles.&amp;nbsp; She likes to tickle him and give him lots of kisses.&amp;nbsp; She has made up several songs to cheer him up.&amp;nbsp; One says "Tyson Tyson sad"&amp;nbsp; and of course "Tyson Tyson happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sadie I tried to take a picture everyday to document her first year.&amp;nbsp; I've been debating whether to do this with him.&amp;nbsp; Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-1079969493692747104?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/1079969493692747104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=1079969493692747104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1079969493692747104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1079969493692747104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-month-baby.html' title='1 month BABY!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp7F6CDnHjo/ThiF5T-NFVI/AAAAAAAACHM/owAgPqdmZ3Y/s72-c/1831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3489889930773368999</id><published>2011-06-20T09:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:36:31.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyson'/><title type='text'>Tyson's-Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKqVigbwB4Y/Tfz6d8PVHnI/AAAAAAAACG0/b7VV6y77Sao/s1600/019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619618560142565826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zJRg-epvmg/TfzlTnJ9YcI/AAAAAAAACGs/rTFGMRMrZzg/s400/TY.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UN2A9_hllUQ/TfzlS7M43yI/AAAAAAAACGc/H3ZUoK-T5zU/s1600/061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619618548343693090" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UN2A9_hllUQ/TfzlS7M43yI/AAAAAAAACGc/H3ZUoK-T5zU/s400/061.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kid stinks.  Like a cute little bundle of sulfurous gasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQy1CXSELag/TfzlSXtJjQI/AAAAAAAACGU/DfY_wck8AU8/s1600/046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619618538815327490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQy1CXSELag/TfzlSXtJjQI/AAAAAAAACGU/DfY_wck8AU8/s400/046.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadie is such a good big sister!  I'm shocked at how well she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AO_GbGYqszo/Tfzb85pAu7I/AAAAAAAACGM/f3MKiric8Mo/s1600/021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYya1q7bqhk/Tfzb8vEqQvI/AAAAAAAACGE/SUzgSZDgn_8/s1600/032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619608271526183666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYya1q7bqhk/Tfzb8vEqQvI/AAAAAAAACGE/SUzgSZDgn_8/s400/032.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tyson's birth story starts on June 8th.  I woke up and I was DONE.  I decided that I was not spending one more night pregnant.  I was so miserable and so BIG.  I spent the day doing everything I could think of to induce labor.  In the morning Sadie, my Mom, and I went for a long walk.  Then I went with to the mall with my friend Dacia (who was due on the 7th) to walk around.  When I got home I used primrose oil and a Tbsp of Castor oil.  About a half an hour after I drank the Castor oil my contractions started getting pretty painful and I started bleeding so I called the hospital and they told me to come in.  I signed in and they sent me to the waiting room.  Having some experience with the hospital I knew that I was going to be waiting a very long time to be seen.  Even with the bleeding (I hope I never have a real emergency).  So while waiting I walked the hall.  It got really boring but it kept the contractions going so I didn't mind.  After 2 hours of walking they finally checked me and told me I was at a 3-4cm and 50% effaced.  They sent me to walk around the hospital for 2 more hours to see if I could get to a solid 4 and if I could they would admit me.  So I walked 2 more hours.  I was exhausted.  I walked for about 6 hours total that day.  At 10:30 we headed back.  They checked me and I was at a 4 so I got to stay!  They wanted to start me on an epidural and pitocin right away but I didn't like the midwife I had so I decided to drag it out until the shift change at 7 am.  It was a long, painful night.  At 5:45 am I got my Epidural but I asked them to hold off on breaking my water and the pitocin because I wasn't sure how fast it would go and I REALLY didn't want that midwife to have anything to do with me or my baby.  At 8:50 am the midwife I had been seeing my whole pregnancy came in and broke my water.  I instantly dilated to a 8 and was 100% effaced.  It was fun because my friend that I walked around the mall with the day before was there at the same time.  We texted the whole time and I heard it over the intercom when they called for the baby nurse.  It almost made it into a competition of who would have their baby first.  At 10:49 am I was ready to push and at 10:59am he was here!  I lost by about 30 minutes.  When they put him in my arms it was love at first sight.  I laughed when they told me he was 9 pounds 4 ounces and 22 inches long.  Such a big boy!  Well anyways he's been home for a week now and we all love him more than anything.  Here are a few facts about our little (big) Ty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He farts like a man (as in a lot and it can clear a room, literally I had to stop feeding him once because it was so bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He hates being swaddled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He loves music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes he likes a pacifier but usually turning on some music does the trick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has a little dimple when he smiles above his lip on the right side of his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He smiles when you kiss his luscious cheeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's really furry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Has long toes and dark hair making his Dad wonder where he came from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He started out with his days and nights mixed up but the last two nights he has slept like a champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He wakes up in the morning happy not crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He only really cries when he is hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He adores his big sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He loves to have his hair washed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is a really good eater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7880885708887969166-3489889930773368999?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3489889930773368999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3489889930773368999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3489889930773368999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3489889930773368999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/06/tysons-birth-story.html' title='Tyson&apos;s-Birth Story'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zJRg-epvmg/TfzlTnJ9YcI/AAAAAAAACGs/rTFGMRMrZzg/s72-c/TY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3496064801695353302</id><published>2011-05-21T16:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T16:20:27.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture</title><content type='html'>So its 6:09pm. No earthquakes. No judgement day. Just a really HOT day. Like the kind of heat that is too dangerous for fatties like me to wander out into. Poor Sadie has cabin fever she wants to go out SO bad. I went out long enough to eat a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; with her but then I was done. I'll admit I'm a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; I assume that if the rapture did come today I would no longer be pregnant. BUT I'm am feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; about myself today. While I was driving to my friends baby shower I got hit on by some boys in a sports car. Usually I would be pretty annoyed and maybe even show off my long finger but my fragile ego needed the boost. So I waved my wedding ring at them and moved on. I was half tempted to lift myself up so they could see "the BELLY" their expressions would be pretty funny I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-3496064801695353302?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3496064801695353302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3496064801695353302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3496064801695353302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3496064801695353302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture.html' title='Rapture'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8011627445213074781</id><published>2011-05-20T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:18:27.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Show</title><content type='html'>I was the freak show at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; today. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WALMART&lt;/span&gt;. On a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night. Hookers and gangsters aplenty and I was the one pointed at, laughed at, and asked by 4 groups of people "When are you due??" Me: "June 17" Them: "Oh! Do you think you'll make it? You're huge!" All 4 groups had different varieties of these same questions and responses which actually didn't bug me as much as the staring and snickering. I feel like I probably shouldn't go out of my house anymore. Maybe I'll join the circus for the next few weeks. Make a little extra cash. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8011627445213074781?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8011627445213074781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8011627445213074781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8011627445213074781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8011627445213074781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/05/freak-show.html' title='Freak Show'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-817613439912738344</id><published>2011-05-19T15:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:25:20.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Life...</title><content type='html'>Today Sadie and I went for a walk. I "might" have been attempting to induce labor. It didn't work but oh well, it was worth a shot. I can think of worse ways of attempting to induce labor, and better ways for that matter (wink wink) When we got home I sat down at the kitchen table and didn't move. I sat there for an hour doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing. Sadie climbed up on me and fed me some lucky charms but other than that I sat completely still. I'm not sure why I did this. I didn't even realize it until I looked at the clock in the kitchen and realized it was time to start dinner. It was really nice actually. The TV was off, the computer was off and it was peaceful. I got to enjoy Sadie without distractions. I got sad when I realized that life as we know it is about to change. It's a good change but a change nonetheless. Thats life though I guess. Not only will we be adding a new baby to the mix but on July 1st we'll also be closing on our first house. It's a lot to take on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-817613439912738344?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/817613439912738344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=817613439912738344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/817613439912738344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/817613439912738344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-life.html' title='Still Life...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-170384044672674813</id><published>2011-05-04T18:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:14:34.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bdyusxQ2G0/TcHqrvQCCZI/AAAAAAAACEA/-4-rd0Gc9vk/s1600/073b%2526w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603017448564590994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bdyusxQ2G0/TcHqrvQCCZI/AAAAAAAACEA/-4-rd0Gc9vk/s400/073b%2526w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The look of love on her face as she watches her daddy pull up is priceless. As soon as she saw him she yelled "Dadda!" She's definitely a daddy's girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-170384044672674813?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/170384044672674813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=170384044672674813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/170384044672674813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/170384044672674813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bdyusxQ2G0/TcHqrvQCCZI/AAAAAAAACEA/-4-rd0Gc9vk/s72-c/073b%2526w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3385804460455298190</id><published>2011-04-14T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:17:44.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach, SC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LItZvmpNynk/TadUOe4RMQI/AAAAAAAACDg/epwZ7vCX6dY/s1600/013-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595533669815103746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LItZvmpNynk/TadUOe4RMQI/AAAAAAAACDg/epwZ7vCX6dY/s400/013-copy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-9omGzLH1U/TadUN9jOrOI/AAAAAAAACDY/M2pfmdB27JQ/s1600/009-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595533660868488418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-9omGzLH1U/TadUN9jOrOI/AAAAAAAACDY/M2pfmdB27JQ/s400/009-copy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYL0HR2LqGA/TadUN40ImmI/AAAAAAAACDQ/u5A8H-g9DYg/s1600/014-copy1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595533659597216354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYL0HR2LqGA/TadUN40ImmI/AAAAAAAACDQ/u5A8H-g9DYg/s400/014-copy1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2 of my sisters visit we went down to Myrtle Beach, SC. It's only a 2 hour and 20 minute drive from our house which isn't really that bad (unless you're pregnant). The drive was beautiful but I was pretty uncomfortable. I'm glad we went though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; the weather wasn't ideal but we managed to have a good time regardless. There's lots to do at Myrtle Beach, there's the beach, outlet malls, the boardwalk, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ripley's&lt;/span&gt; Believe it or Not museum, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ripley's&lt;/span&gt; aquarium. We just did the beach, boardwalk, and museum. The museum was really cool. I learned how to make a shrunken head! So don't ask me if I'm having twins OR ELSE! &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/7880885708887969166-3385804460455298190?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3385804460455298190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3385804460455298190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3385804460455298190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3385804460455298190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/04/myrtle-beach-sc.html' title='Myrtle Beach, SC'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LItZvmpNynk/TadUOe4RMQI/AAAAAAAACDg/epwZ7vCX6dY/s72-c/013-copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-5580915959035530798</id><published>2011-04-14T11:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:56:55.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agvCNCRTS_o/TadPEu-jKsI/AAAAAAAACDI/zyoKrCnCdPI/s1600/091-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595528004779584194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agvCNCRTS_o/TadPEu-jKsI/AAAAAAAACDI/zyoKrCnCdPI/s400/091-copy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta33D7_gGhA/TadOXegvhEI/AAAAAAAACDA/Yl--aZnL86k/s1600/081-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595527227265483842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta33D7_gGhA/TadOXegvhEI/AAAAAAAACDA/Yl--aZnL86k/s400/081-copy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzfjCgehsPM/Tac2-fpAYBI/AAAAAAAACCo/YKah_6fxe44/s1600/034-copy1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595501509304410130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzfjCgehsPM/Tac2-fpAYBI/AAAAAAAACCo/YKah_6fxe44/s400/034-copy1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziuU2-Mf2sc/Tac2-LeTW_I/AAAAAAAACCg/egLpbNAWF9Q/s1600/028-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595501503890807794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziuU2-Mf2sc/Tac2-LeTW_I/AAAAAAAACCg/egLpbNAWF9Q/s400/028-copy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zow1xJDXsY/Tac29228iSI/AAAAAAAACCY/PsftI2W9GAQ/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595501498357025058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zow1xJDXsY/Tac29228iSI/AAAAAAAACCY/PsftI2W9GAQ/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jambaas Ranch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters got into town on Thursday. One of the things that they wanted to do while they were here is go to Jambaas ranch. We had a lot of fun and Sadie was so brave to feed all the animals. She let a huge elk nibble on her fingers! There's no way I would do that. Even if they don't have top teeth!&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/7880885708887969166-5580915959035530798?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/5580915959035530798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=5580915959035530798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5580915959035530798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5580915959035530798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-week.html' title='This week...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agvCNCRTS_o/TadPEu-jKsI/AAAAAAAACDI/zyoKrCnCdPI/s72-c/091-copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8177117697863947609</id><published>2011-04-07T19:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:51:04.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Samoa's (Caramel de-lights)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6U8EE3d5T34/TZ5nN-0fMTI/AAAAAAAACB4/aouX1REDi4s/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593021277139841330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6U8EE3d5T34/TZ5nN-0fMTI/AAAAAAAACB4/aouX1REDi4s/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love girl scout cookies. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, they keep getting more and more expensive and with that smaller and smaller. I bought a box because I was having major &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; cravings for them but they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; quickly. Too quickly for my cravings to be completely satisfied. When I saw this recipe I was so happy. I HAD to try it. One word of warning would be to make sure you have a few hours to make these cookies because they are pretty time consuming. But they are totally worth it! Here is the link to the recipe &lt;a href="http://bakingbites.com/2008/01/homemade-girl-scout-cookies-samoas/"&gt;http://bakingbites.com/2008/01/homemade-girl-scout-cookies-samoas/&lt;/a&gt;. Follow her advice and get good quality caramels. I didn't and the caramel part didn't stick to the cookie part very well. Oh well, they are still delicious :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8177117697863947609?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8177117697863947609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8177117697863947609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8177117697863947609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8177117697863947609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/04/homemade-samoas-caramel-de-lights.html' title='Homemade Samoa&apos;s (Caramel de-lights)'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6U8EE3d5T34/TZ5nN-0fMTI/AAAAAAAACB4/aouX1REDi4s/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-914593140553876933</id><published>2011-03-22T19:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:05:18.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you DON'T say to a pregnant lady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;...and I mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.  I couldn't even tell you were pregnant until a few weeks ago!  (Obvious lies just add insult to injury)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.  You look like you are about to pop.  (People generally don't "pop" this statement just makes you sound like a redneck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.  Is there just ONE in there?!  (I got this one today at my dentist visit)  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4.  When people hear how close together my kids will be in age they like to say "Did you mean to do that??"  Yes I did and I'm a complete moron thanks for rubbing it in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.  You look huge! -I KNOW THAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.  Should you be eating that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.  Your boobs are huge!-Um, can you say sexual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;harassment&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8.  Do you need to use the restroom?-I'm not 4.  If I need to use the restroom I'll ask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9.  Oh wow that weight is going to be hard to work off later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.  One more thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My eyes are up here!  Please don't stare at the belly while you talk to me it makes me super self conscious.  If its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pokin&lt;/span&gt;' out from my shirt just tell me because I have no idea most of the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-914593140553876933?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/914593140553876933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=914593140553876933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/914593140553876933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/914593140553876933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-you-dont-say-to-pregnant-lady.html' title='Things you DON&apos;T say to a pregnant lady...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6117435387988878153</id><published>2011-03-18T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:06:26.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty-Dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLHQK4IuZzQ/TYQLBdOEwFI/AAAAAAAACBI/bzT0R7yH1G4/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585601557497692242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLHQK4IuZzQ/TYQLBdOEwFI/AAAAAAAACBI/bzT0R7yH1G4/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to measure how good my day is by how dirty I get.  Since I'm pregnant and mostly just sit, now I measure how good our day is by how dirty Sadie gets.  Hopefully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Griffs&lt;/span&gt; mom feels the same way because as you can see in the picture Sadie was trying to help him on his way to being as dirty as possible.  She thought it was a blast throwing wood chips and dirt down his back.  It was cute the first time but then she became a bully and smothered the poor boy.  I had to put her in time out at the park because she wouldn't leave him alone.  It didn't work (surprise, surprise).  If any parents out there know any tips on getting your toddler to obey I'm all ears!  After putting her in time out she decided to bully me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-82C42ZfRc/TYQLBPseQEI/AAAAAAAACBA/fTOp9iJQONg/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585601553867096130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-82C42ZfRc/TYQLBPseQEI/AAAAAAAACBA/fTOp9iJQONg/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite being a bully to Griff she really likes that boy.  She's always very aware of where he is and what he's doing.  I'm not sure if he even knows that she's alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRF1X3Glk7k/TYQLA6aUj4I/AAAAAAAACA4/AjRQSS4E1oI/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585601548153819010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRF1X3Glk7k/TYQLA6aUj4I/AAAAAAAACA4/AjRQSS4E1oI/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did have a nice hug or two.  He even got comfortable enough to suck his thumb.  For a second anyways.  Sadie couldn't get enough of the hugging.  She almost knocked him down once because she was hugging him so hard.  I think I might have to worry about that little girl.  After the park we got ice cream which only added to the layers of dirt I had to wash off of her.  When we got home Dad took her outside where they played in the dirt.  Then we had dinner and for dessert, Watermelon!  She was a MESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1zbWAjj-NI/TYQLAd6NXmI/AAAAAAAACAw/OCPzAEKDQe4/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585601540502937186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1zbWAjj-NI/TYQLAd6NXmI/AAAAAAAACAw/OCPzAEKDQe4/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are her shoes after her fun/messy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSYotkzfJ04/TYQLAHD8_EI/AAAAAAAACAo/_rv323lZIHc/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585601534369791042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSYotkzfJ04/TYQLAHD8_EI/AAAAAAAACAo/_rv323lZIHc/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about dirt is...It washes off! &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/-gJINx4DXC2U/TYQI-UzOEeI/AAAAAAAACAI/zrltjBAzM-E/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7S3bKco3ipU/TYQI-CPtXlI/AAAAAAAACAA/5qm6EhdYPGg/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6117435387988878153?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6117435387988878153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6117435387988878153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6117435387988878153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6117435387988878153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/03/dirty-dirty.html' title='Dirty-Dirty'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLHQK4IuZzQ/TYQLBdOEwFI/AAAAAAAACBI/bzT0R7yH1G4/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-442168593598998216</id><published>2011-03-04T20:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:27:44.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Things!</title><content type='html'>To participate just copy and paste in your own blog, and bold all of the things you have done. I've had literally no motivation to blog lately so this is a fun little thing to get me going again. Please tell me if you do this too because I want to read it! Just comment and leave the link to your blog so that I know where to go. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Started your own blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;27. Ran a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car.&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;br /&gt;88.&lt;strong&gt; Had chickenpox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;89. Saved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;strong&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-442168593598998216?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/442168593598998216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=442168593598998216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/442168593598998216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/442168593598998216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/03/99-things.html' title='99 Things!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8021401826912310590</id><published>2011-02-04T18:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:23:47.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUyte3_AVPI/AAAAAAAAB9g/klpgew7MQRg/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570017585086354674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUyte3_AVPI/AAAAAAAAB9g/klpgew7MQRg/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; laying here with one hand on the huge mound of flesh that is my growing baby I can't help but smile.  Despite the fact that I'm extremely uncomfortable and HUGE (Did I mention huge already?)  and regardless of my longing for the day that I can sneeze, laugh, and cough without peeing my pants, roll over in bed without the use of a crane, and shave my legs on my own.  I'm basking in the moment.  Enjoying every kick, nudge, and roll.  Thinking about what he's going to look like and praying that some of the Scott genetics for height will have sneaked into his little body.  I'm wondering what his name will be and why do boys names have to be so hard to pick out anyways?  For now it doesn't matter, he's just my little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8021401826912310590?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8021401826912310590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8021401826912310590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8021401826912310590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8021401826912310590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-little-man.html' title='My little man...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUyte3_AVPI/AAAAAAAAB9g/klpgew7MQRg/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6402270734476970851</id><published>2011-02-02T16:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:06:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blessing of IMAGINATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUnvZqUjRcI/AAAAAAAAB9U/PbQ5zDJT1Us/s1600/bugbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569245638356583874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUnvZqUjRcI/AAAAAAAAB9U/PbQ5zDJT1Us/s400/bugbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love watching Sadie as she learns more and more about the world.  Her imagination is growing so much lately.  I'm totally jealous about it too.  I remember being little and being able to go anywhere, do anything, and have whatever I wanted just with the use of my imagination.  Today Sadie got a taco, a bottle of Ketchup, and a spoon from her play kitchen and set it up in the front room on a plastic tote.  I watched as she folded her arms, mumbled some words from her little toddler language, and then pretend to eat her food.  I'm so excited for her to be able to experience her imagination and see where it takes her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6402270734476970851?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6402270734476970851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6402270734476970851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6402270734476970851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6402270734476970851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/02/blessing-of-imagination.html' title='The blessing of IMAGINATION'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUnvZqUjRcI/AAAAAAAAB9U/PbQ5zDJT1Us/s72-c/bugbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-307287360407909469</id><published>2011-01-25T19:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:49:08.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TT-GSWTggVI/AAAAAAAAB8o/0jeDon_zAAI/s1600/Childrensmuseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566315314236391762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TT-GSWTggVI/AAAAAAAAB8o/0jeDon_zAAI/s400/Childrensmuseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I HAD to get out of the house.  Sadie woke up at 6 am and after a couple hours of Sprout I was ready to pull my hair out.   &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Don't judge!  If any of you have any bright ideas on how I can entertain her ALL day EVERY day without the use of any TV I'm all ears!  My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; body doesn't let me get around like I used to so...TV it is.  It's not like I let her watch ALL day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I was saying that little rant to the little voice in my head that tells me I'm a bad mom for letting her watch TV.  I try to limit it, but sometimes...sometimes I just need a little time to sit.  I know that sounds incredibly lazy but I do a lot of crawling around on the floor playing "lions" and running from "snakes", we have dance parties daily and heaven knows I read her plenty of books.  I like to think it would be different if I weren't pregnant.  That I would be super mom and we would do all of these amazingly fun things together.  For now I'm happy just to sit every now and then.  Plus I get to sneak in a little cuddle time while she watches, maybe I'm not such a bad mom after all.  So there little voice!  Did you hear that??  I'm NOT such a bad mom AFTER ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we did go out and do a fun thing.  The day wasn't looking good at the start.  The Bug needed a nap starting right about the time we left for the museum.  Luckily in the 20 minute drive she did end up falling asleep for about 10 minutes.  I guess it was enough because she had a good time.  It helped that her little friend Griff was there.  They're cute friends.  It was fun seeing her explore all of the exhibits (even though she was too short to really enjoy most of it).  My favorite was when Ben was playing with the puppets.  Sadie got scared and hid behind my legs.  She did manage to yell out "Hi"  like she does when she's nervous.  The alligator puppet scared her the most.  It didn't help that Ben snapped it at her when she got close.  It was kind of funny though :)  It ended up being a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-307287360407909469?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/307287360407909469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=307287360407909469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/307287360407909469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/307287360407909469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/01/play-time.html' title='Play time!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TT-GSWTggVI/AAAAAAAAB8o/0jeDon_zAAI/s72-c/Childrensmuseum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-915106412531767967</id><published>2011-01-21T07:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:45:01.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Clam Chowder recipe!</title><content type='html'>4 slices bacon, cut up&lt;br /&gt;2 6.5-oz. cans clams&lt;br /&gt;5 potatoes, diced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup onions, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup celery, finely diced&lt;br /&gt;3Tbsp. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 can evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook bacon in soup pot until crisp. Do not drain bacon fat. Drain clams, reserving liquid. Add enough water to make 2 cups liquid. Add liquid and vegetables to the cooked bacon. Cover and simmer 20 minutes or until potatoes are tender. Blend flour and the 1 cup milk together, stirring the milk in slowly to prevent lumps. Add flour mixture and clams to soup. Cook and stir over medium heat until thickened and bubbly. Add canned milk and Worcestershire sauce. Sprinkle with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not the healthiest meal but it is GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-915106412531767967?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/915106412531767967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=915106412531767967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/915106412531767967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/915106412531767967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2011/01/clam-chowder-recipe.html' title='Clam Chowder recipe!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8727896019262828988</id><published>2011-01-18T20:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:44:04.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadie'/><title type='text'>Soup night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TTZcQpKJ9UI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/53Oap_tspYo/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563735830658938178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TTZcQpKJ9UI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/53Oap_tspYo/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tonight's&lt;/span&gt; soup-Clam chowder and homemade &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bread bowls&lt;/span&gt;. I've been craving this for a while. I was surprised at how easy it was to make. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; the bread took a while but it was easy. And so so good. Well the clam chowder was good. The bread only so-so but all sufficiently satisfied my craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TTZcP_hoyEI/AAAAAAAAB8I/eKebrZzLok8/s1600/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563735819483138114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TTZcP_hoyEI/AAAAAAAAB8I/eKebrZzLok8/s320/3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie liked it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TTZcOieL5_I/AAAAAAAAB8A/I9p5z36LoXs/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563735794504165362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TTZcOieL5_I/AAAAAAAAB8A/I9p5z36LoXs/s320/2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that she put it in her hair to save for later. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TTZcNwxP6gI/AAAAAAAAB74/Q6znnE1oY7A/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzjbVDGI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/CqoelWDL0G8/s400/016%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658330137431138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzZnMMYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/6-pyEy0ComQ/s1600/033%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzZnMMYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/6-pyEy0ComQ/s400/033%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658327502827906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzZUWW2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/GBauWew6L6c/s1600/025%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzZUWW2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/GBauWew6L6c/s400/025%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658327423802210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzF1ExnI/AAAAAAAAB7A/RIxo6lHSybU/s1600/006%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzF1ExnI/AAAAAAAAB7A/RIxo6lHSybU/s400/006%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658322192352882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I know that I haven't blogged much lately. I blame it on Ben. One night I was typing up one of my literary masterpieces (sarcasm?) when he started teasing me for blogging! I'll be honest it put me in a bloggy funk but I think I'm getting past that now. I have to talk about Christmas because I loved it so so much. I'm always so sad when the month of December comes to a close. I feel like the whole month is a holiday and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with our traditional ginger bread house making. This year we included the Roberts family from our ward. It was fun to have them over and their house looked awesome! (as did ours of course) My Mom sent me another tradition which is the candy she makes every year. My tradition with that is stuffing my face with the delicious holiday treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the traditional sugar cookies and had the Walkers over to help me decorate them. They were delicious and I'm sad to say that I probably ate most of them. This month has been VERY bad for my health. It was too easy to say "Well, I'm pregnant so it doesn't matter." I'll suffer for that one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was great. I had an absolute blast! I was so lucky to marry someone that didn't have a lot of family traditions so I get to use all of mine! We had the traditional slush, hot dogs, smores and Doritos! We even got to roast the hot dogs and Smores in our fireplace which is an added bonus. The Wengert family joined us in our traditions which made it even better. After they left Ben and I watched movies, played video games, and baked our Cinnamon Rolls. We stayed up until after 2 in the morning which is incredibly late considering I usually crash around 9ish. It was so fun to spend that time with him. We both felt the new baby move for the first time which was amazing. It never really feels like you're pregnant until you can feel the baby move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning Sadie woke us up bright and early. We opened presents and ate our cinnamon rolls, but the best was watching how excited Sadie was about her new toys. Her favorite was her new doll and stroller. She had a hard time figuring out how to push it so most of the time she would just end up carrying it or hooking it around her arm and dragging it down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I were both exhausted from staying up so we traded off sleeping and watching Sadie. It was a VERY lazy day. Once we were both awake we Skyped with our families. Its sad to be away during the holidays :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we woke up to SNOW! I was so surprised! It made me happy to have that little taste of home. It would have been nice if it would have come a day earlier but I wont complain. Church was cancelled so we spent another lazy day curled up in front of the fireplace while we watched the snow fall outside. I was sad that we don't have any snow clothes for Sadie. It would have been fun to go outside and play. Ben and Missy had fun though. Ben made a hilarious snowman. I'm not sure that the neighbors appreciated it very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that December is ending but I'm so looking forward to January. We get to find out what the baby is! But sadly for all of you we'll be keeping it a secret. Or trying anyways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2648435337774075148?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2648435337774075148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2648435337774075148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2648435337774075148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2648435337774075148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TSDEzjbVDGI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/CqoelWDL0G8/s72-c/016%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-5100154863079959940</id><published>2010-11-30T08:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:48:46.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2-Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TPUWStN0B9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Xfq2OekKgR8/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363026807621586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TPUWStN0B9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Xfq2OekKgR8/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year I fail at getting a picture of the Thanksgiving spread. I think I'm always just so excited to eat the food that I don't think about it. This year we had a smoked turkey which I loved. Actually all of the food was pretty much FANTASTIC. I'm just sad that I got full. We had; Sparkling grape juice, turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, green beans, homemade rolls, sweet potatoes in oranges, salad, pumpkin pie, chocolate pie, and apple pie. SO GOOD! The only bad thing about not having Thanksgiving at your house is not getting all of the leftovers. After we ate we watched Elf. A holiday favorite of mine. Then ate some more. Then everyone else left so we watched While You Where Sleeping. Another all time favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for my cute little family.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that my cute family is growing.&lt;br /&gt;That we are all in good health (overall anyways)&lt;br /&gt;That I was born into an amazing religion that encourages me to be everything I'm meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;That we have a place to live and food to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-5100154863079959940?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/5100154863079959940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=5100154863079959940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5100154863079959940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5100154863079959940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-thanksgiving.html' title='Day 2-Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TPUWStN0B9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Xfq2OekKgR8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2157574768249156071</id><published>2010-11-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:26:47.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO6OLPXI4mI/AAAAAAAAB4w/tINVH6-QZnk/s1600/dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543524515092947554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO6OLPXI4mI/AAAAAAAAB4w/tINVH6-QZnk/s400/dc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2157574768249156071?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2157574768249156071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2157574768249156071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2157574768249156071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2157574768249156071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/11/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO6OLPXI4mI/AAAAAAAAB4w/tINVH6-QZnk/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-5998481850231815668</id><published>2010-11-25T07:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:29:10.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington D.C.-Day 1 of Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO54gbaRLGI/AAAAAAAAB4o/OenwniP-rio/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543500689848740962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO54gbaRLGI/AAAAAAAAB4o/OenwniP-rio/s400/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO54ebVhvtI/AAAAAAAAB4g/Dd-ci7akOGY/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543500655469117138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO54ebVhvtI/AAAAAAAAB4g/Dd-ci7akOGY/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO514AwvniI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/yLYhCXEIGYQ/s1600/058%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543497796477230626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO514AwvniI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/yLYhCXEIGYQ/s400/058%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 was actually spent driving and relaxing, so we wont count it.  But I will say that it was a pretty good drive despite my back aching the whole time.  I thought driving with a baby and a dog was going to be terrible.  We had to stop a lot but I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that because I usually had to "go" too.  Traffic wasn't bad and it only rained a little so overall it was a very nice drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real Day 1 we decided to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.arlingtoncemetery.mil/funeral_information/index.html#Eligibility"&gt;Arlington Cemetery&lt;/a&gt;.  We got there early so naturally it was FREEZING!  I didn't care though.  I've wanted to see the Cemetery for a long time.  I heard it was big but I was blown away by how many gravestones are there.  They stretch as far as you can see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Sadie was not a happy girl.  It was just way too cold for her.  She did like seeing the airplanes though.  (Middle picture) When we went to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomb_of_the_Unknown_Soldier"&gt;Tomb of the Unknown Soldier &lt;/a&gt;she was being way too loud so Ben had to walk her around.  I feel bad he missed the changing of the guard but I really couldn't see too much of it either so I guess it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  We went to the house of Robert E. Lee which really wasn't that great but the view from the house was AMAZING! (Bottom picture)  You could see all of the monuments.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we dropped Sadie off for a nap Ben and I went for lunch at Five Guys (Best food EVER)  and then went to the &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/museum/exhibit/exhibit/"&gt;Holocaust Museum&lt;/a&gt;. (Top Picture)  The Museum is huge and hard to describe.  I got emotional a few times.  The things that happened are just so hard to even comprehend.  I don't understand how people can be so cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-5998481850231815668?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/5998481850231815668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=5998481850231815668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5998481850231815668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5998481850231815668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/11/washington-dc-day-1-of-vacation.html' title='Washington D.C.-Day 1 of Vacation'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TO54gbaRLGI/AAAAAAAAB4o/OenwniP-rio/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3178774373079639097</id><published>2010-11-18T18:33:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:32:53.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a proud Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TOXf5VxCkUI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/quErB-xrtrY/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541081092737634626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TOXf5VxCkUI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/quErB-xrtrY/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sadie had her 12 month appointment today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was dreading it all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love that she can walk but with that independence comes a certain amount of stubbornness and rebellion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things like Doctors appointments and grocery shopping are like torture. For her and for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pleasantly surprised when she was an absolute angel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It helped that the nurse that took all of her measurements and vitals was a gigantic black man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hardly even moved the whole time we were with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The look on her face when he measured her was absolutely priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying so hard not to burst out laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he dropped the bomb on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to do shots AND get her blood drawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart sank. I was going to have to hold down my baby while people stuck A LOT of needles into her. At least with the shots I knew it would be fast. But getting two viles of blood out of her would be impossible. Or so I thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sat in my lap and didn't even make a sound the whole time they drew her blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even missed her vein and had to fish for it for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, maybe she was in shock or something but she was SOOO good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was beaming with pride! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shots didn't do quite as well but it was over fast. Plus I got to sneak in some cuddles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We survived the day and that's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's her stats Weight:19.5 lb 22%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            Height:27.87 in 11%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember the actual measurement for her head but I do know she was in the 95%. She's a little tiny girl with a huge noggin. I tell her its because her brain is so big :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-3178774373079639097?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3178774373079639097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3178774373079639097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3178774373079639097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3178774373079639097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-proud-mama.html' title='I&apos;m a proud Mama!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TOXf5VxCkUI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/quErB-xrtrY/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3200882203219418166</id><published>2010-11-05T13:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:27:49.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sadie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TNRhDkLQ_FI/AAAAAAAAB10/lpvMl7gBXf0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536156555823610962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TNRhDkLQ_FI/AAAAAAAAB10/lpvMl7gBXf0/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;...Birthday cake! (she had a massive sugar attack after this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TNRhDDdW3gI/AAAAAAAAB1s/24mY_YU5n7I/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536156547041123842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TNRhDDdW3gI/AAAAAAAAB1s/24mY_YU5n7I/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First time sitting in her new big girl seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TNRhCo98vsI/AAAAAAAAB1k/M58E-QGMqvo/s1600/babygirl31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536156539930066626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TNRhCo98vsI/AAAAAAAAB1k/M58E-QGMqvo/s400/babygirl31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One year ago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little Sadie turned one yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where has the time gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to tell you about some of the things that I LOVE about my little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how she:&lt;br /&gt;giggled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she saw a witch decoration (now she laughs at and talks to the turkey I have above the fire place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Collects rocks just like I used to do when I was little (even though they all look exactly the same because she gets then from our stone walkway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves electronics ONLY as long as she can't have them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes a cute chipmunk noise when she eats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comforts me by putting her arm around my shoulder or pats my arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teases the dog with her food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kisses my tummy when I say "Where's the baby?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;takes care of her dolls by wrapping them up with blankets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sings along with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleeps-if I'm stressed, depressed, angry or sad. All I have to do is look in on her while she's asleep and it all melts away. My heart overflows when I look at her sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wears my garments like a cape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves to talk to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does sign language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kisses the picture of Jesus that we have in her room, especially when she points to it and says "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eshs&lt;/span&gt;" which I assume means "Jesus" because she says it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gets so excited when she knows the right shape (on a game we play on my phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves pictures of herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smiles with all those teeth! I love the gap. I hope it never leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;twirls her foot around when she's content&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gets mad. Even if she's biting or pinching me I can't help but laugh because it's so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The list could go on forever! I LOVE YOU SADIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-3200882203219418166?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3200882203219418166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3200882203219418166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3200882203219418166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3200882203219418166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-sadie.html' title='Happy Birthday Sadie!!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TNRhDkLQ_FI/AAAAAAAAB10/lpvMl7gBXf0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8522024257617202947</id><published>2010-10-26T14:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:54:22.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo Potty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TMc_68fxPqI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9AS7nNsPkTA/s1600/191+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532460949152284322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TMc_68fxPqI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9AS7nNsPkTA/s400/191+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadie took a little tiny step closer to being potty trained today. I took her diaper off for her bath and said "Do you want to go potty in the Elmo Potty?" She nodded yes and then slowly walked over to the Elmo Potty. Grabbed onto it, squatted down, and then peed about an inch away from it.&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt; right???&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so sick of diapers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8522024257617202947?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8522024257617202947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8522024257617202947' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8522024257617202947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8522024257617202947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/10/elmo-potty.html' title='Elmo Potty'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TMc_68fxPqI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9AS7nNsPkTA/s72-c/191+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-790411602907327939</id><published>2010-10-19T19:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:19:46.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-fart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm kinda having a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blog-fart&lt;/span&gt; (which is kinda like a brain fart only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bloggier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't know what to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;write&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about! I've been thinking and thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a few things I want to write about but can't yet, mostly because they haven't happened yet &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ex. Sadie's B-day)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any ideas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I could do something like a question and answer thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anyone have a question for me? I'm an open book! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ask away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I do want to write about my day today. Only it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well I'm supposed to be an open book right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassing moment #1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bonnie saw me in my B-day suit. Yep &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the day I was born. She "says" she didn't see much but I'm inclined not to believe her since the only thing protecting me was a clear shower curtain. I either laughed so hard I cried or cried so hard I laughed. Not sure which came first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassing moment #2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At Cafe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabor&lt;/span&gt; I punched a full glass of water at a pregnant woman (Eva). And then...a &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; pregnant waitress slipped on the water and fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassing moment #3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On the way home from Cafe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabor&lt;/span&gt; the 3 glasses of water that I drank hit me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; 2 glasses&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (One got punched at Eva).&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't even make it the full 2 minutes it would take to drive to Bonnie's house. I had to pull over at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Walgreen's&lt;/span&gt;. I'm only embarrassed because I literally sprinted through the store with a screaming baby. Also I had been following my friends so they called and were like "Um did you get lost?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When it rains it pours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-790411602907327939?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/790411602907327939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=790411602907327939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/790411602907327939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/790411602907327939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-fart.html' title='Blog-fart'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8525266617409065814</id><published>2010-10-10T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:38:52.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TLKEhRiyHPI/AAAAAAAABVM/tvn0PO0PBcU/s1600/Picture+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526625399916862706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TLKEhRiyHPI/AAAAAAAABVM/tvn0PO0PBcU/s400/Picture+454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got a new toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually several new toys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;including some AWESOME action sets and textures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from &lt;a href="http://paintthemoon.net/blog/"&gt;http://paintthemoon.net/blog/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having so much fun editing my photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably shouldn't reveal my secrets but its just too fun not to share :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished all the pictures that I've been working on and I need more!!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8525266617409065814?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8525266617409065814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8525266617409065814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8525266617409065814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8525266617409065814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun stuff!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TLKEhRiyHPI/AAAAAAAABVM/tvn0PO0PBcU/s72-c/Picture+454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4919759732355808239</id><published>2010-10-03T17:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:30:26.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Military Wife-Author Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TKkgGpPKfpI/AAAAAAAABTk/R8hG2ntt1NY/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523981716467383954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TKkgGpPKfpI/AAAAAAAABTk/R8hG2ntt1NY/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of MOVING...&lt;br /&gt;Moving...&lt;br /&gt;Moving...&lt;br /&gt;Moving far from home...&lt;br /&gt;Moving two cars, three kids, and one dog...All riding with her of course.&lt;br /&gt;Moving sofas to basements because they wont go in THIS house;&lt;br /&gt;Moving curtains that wont fit;&lt;br /&gt;Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from friends;&lt;br /&gt;Moving toward new friends;&lt;br /&gt;Moving her most important luggage; her trunk full of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Often waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for housing.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for orders.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for deployments.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for reunions.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the new curtains to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to come home, for dinner...AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;They call her 'MILITARY DEPENDENT', but she knows better:&lt;br /&gt;She is fiercely In-Dependent.&lt;br /&gt;She can balance a check book;&lt;br /&gt;Handle the yard work;&lt;br /&gt;Fix a noisy toilet;&lt;br /&gt;Bury the family pet.&lt;br /&gt;She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts.&lt;br /&gt;She can file the taxes;&lt;br /&gt;Sell a house;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a car;&lt;br /&gt;Or set up a move.&lt;br /&gt;All with ONE Power of Attorney.&lt;br /&gt;She welcomes neighbors that don't welcome her.&lt;br /&gt;She reinvents her career with every PCS.&lt;br /&gt;Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south.&lt;br /&gt;And learns to call them all 'home'.&lt;br /&gt;She MAKES them all home.&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives are somewhat hasty.&lt;br /&gt;They leap into:&lt;br /&gt;Decorating,&lt;br /&gt;Leadership,&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering,&lt;br /&gt;Career alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;Churches,&lt;br /&gt;And friendships.&lt;br /&gt;They don't have 15 years to get to know people.&lt;br /&gt;Their roots are short but flexible.&lt;br /&gt;They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives quickly learn to value each other:&lt;br /&gt;They connect over coffee (ice cream:)),&lt;br /&gt;Rely on the spouse network,&lt;br /&gt;Accept offers of friendship and favors,&lt;br /&gt;Record addresses in pencil.&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives have a common bond:&lt;br /&gt;The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is unique.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a JOB.&lt;br /&gt;He has a ' MISSION ' that he can't just decide to quit.&lt;br /&gt;He's on-call for his country 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;But for her, he's the most unreliable guy in town!&lt;br /&gt;His language is foreign:&lt;br /&gt;TDY&lt;br /&gt;PCS&lt;br /&gt;OPR&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;br /&gt;ACC&lt;br /&gt;BDU&lt;br /&gt;ACU&lt;br /&gt;BAR&lt;br /&gt;CIB&lt;br /&gt;TAD&lt;br /&gt;And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.&lt;br /&gt;She is the long-distance link to keep them informed;&lt;br /&gt;the glue that holds them together.&lt;br /&gt;A Military Wife has her moments:&lt;br /&gt;She wants to wring his neck;&lt;br /&gt;Dye his uniform pink;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to move to Siberia ;&lt;br /&gt;But she pulls herself together.&lt;br /&gt;Give her a few days,&lt;br /&gt;A travel brochure,&lt;br /&gt;A long hot bath,&lt;br /&gt;A pledge to the flag,&lt;br /&gt;A wedding picture,&lt;br /&gt;And she goes.&lt;br /&gt;She packs.&lt;br /&gt;She moves.&lt;br /&gt;She follows.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;What for?&lt;br /&gt;How come?&lt;br /&gt;You may think it is because she has lost her mind.&lt;br /&gt;But actually it is because she has lost her heart...&lt;br /&gt;It was stolen from her by a man,&lt;br /&gt;Who puts duty first,&lt;br /&gt;Who longs to deploy,&lt;br /&gt;Who salutes the flag,&lt;br /&gt;And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military Husband,&lt;br /&gt;She will remain his military wife. And would have it no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Ben!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4919759732355808239?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4919759732355808239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4919759732355808239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4919759732355808239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4919759732355808239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/10/military-wife.html' title='The Military Wife-Author Unknown'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TKkgGpPKfpI/AAAAAAAABTk/R8hG2ntt1NY/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2696129229185526110</id><published>2010-10-01T05:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T05:40:31.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy October Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TKXIUI-3yTI/AAAAAAAABSk/g3lsW9h_ghg/s1600/ENGAGEMENTS+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523040766373906738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TKXIUI-3yTI/AAAAAAAABSk/g3lsW9h_ghg/s320/ENGAGEMENTS+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to put a shout out for my favorite month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoop Whoop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm more than thrilled to be going to Utah for part of this lovely month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope the leaves are still nice and colorful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in North Carolina we have an abundance of trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I haven't noticed any color changes yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to have an October day party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone interested?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2696129229185526110?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2696129229185526110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2696129229185526110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2696129229185526110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2696129229185526110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-october-day.html' title='Happy October Day!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TKXIUI-3yTI/AAAAAAAABSk/g3lsW9h_ghg/s72-c/ENGAGEMENTS+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-715414278733905398</id><published>2010-09-28T12:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:33:23.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" src="http://dumbblonde761.mediashare.com/media?id=dumbblonde761827403" name="MediaPlayer" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" showdisplay="0" autostart="0" width="320" height="256"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-715414278733905398?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/715414278733905398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=715414278733905398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/715414278733905398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/715414278733905398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/09/vacation-video.html' title='Vacation Video'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2105352129733939646</id><published>2010-09-20T19:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:58:16.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo-mania!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgQyU-94BI/AAAAAAAABRI/7v9s2iCKj-Q/s1600/OBX+2010+%28426%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgQyU-94BI/AAAAAAAABRI/7v9s2iCKj-Q/s400/OBX+2010+%28426%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519179800154857490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last week all I've been doing is editing photo's. &lt;br /&gt;Photo's from vacation, Ali &amp;amp; Leighla photo's, and Sadie photo's. &lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of work but I love it! &lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on putting all of the vacation photo's on a slide show but&lt;br /&gt;it'll take some time because I took over 500! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YIKES!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little sneak peek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgQg1fVrjI/AAAAAAAABRA/AzWnBzHEAQo/s1600/OBX+2010+%28413%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgQg1fVrjI/AAAAAAAABRA/AzWnBzHEAQo/s400/OBX+2010+%28413%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519179499642924594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgQH1ELliI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HU5kEuuIq0g/s1600/OBX+2010+%28416%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgQH1ELliI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HU5kEuuIq0g/s400/OBX+2010+%28416%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519179070032287266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgP3agLM8I/AAAAAAAABQw/hTZZpq9wKlI/s1600/OBX+2010+%28411%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgP3agLM8I/AAAAAAAABQw/hTZZpq9wKlI/s400/OBX+2010+%28411%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519178788024038338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2105352129733939646?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2105352129733939646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2105352129733939646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2105352129733939646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2105352129733939646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/09/photo-mania.html' title='Photo-mania!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TJgQyU-94BI/AAAAAAAABRI/7v9s2iCKj-Q/s72-c/OBX+2010+%28426%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-5257893670995414262</id><published>2010-08-28T20:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:04:51.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival? Yes Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFZBXQ9MI/AAAAAAAABP4/_tLsVbAwE6c/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFZBXQ9MI/AAAAAAAABP4/_tLsVbAwE6c/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510652652717929666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since I left the nest I've dreamt of one thing.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; yearned&lt;/span&gt; for it once a week on the day I like to call &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Laundry day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me give you a little history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my first apartment the laundry room and I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never met.&lt;/span&gt;  Not once.&lt;br /&gt;At the time I was a measly little freshmen so like most freshmen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was home every other weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally all dirty laundry came with.&lt;br /&gt;Only a  minor inconvenience but just enough of an inconvenience to plant the seed of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;longing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFYvN4HsI/AAAAAAAABPw/6Gv-NK1YFPk/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFYvN4HsI/AAAAAAAABPw/6Gv-NK1YFPk/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510652647846715074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I gained &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; independence and did my own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I felt the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bitter sting of Logan winters&lt;/span&gt; as I drug my  heavy laundry basket with contents spilling out all the way to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laundry room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gasp did I seriously drop my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; in front of the boys in #4?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;icy steps&lt;/span&gt; and through a foot of snow I carried those&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; loads of laundry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; My hands &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blistering&lt;/span&gt; from the sharp edges of that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blasted basket&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFYAInyTI/AAAAAAAABPo/fmvv-MyuiXM/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFYAInyTI/AAAAAAAABPo/fmvv-MyuiXM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510652635208206642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; marriage&lt;/span&gt; happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;surely I'll get my own laundry room now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadly&lt;/span&gt; the apartment we found had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no w/d for miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rent was incredibly low&lt;/span&gt; so my dream would be put on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I was ok with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;young &lt;/span&gt;newly wed full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;As my belly bump got bigger,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lugging&lt;/span&gt; the huge laundry basket around didn't seem like such &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually,&lt;/span&gt; the day I went into the hospital to have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sadie&lt;/span&gt; I had been doing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; that it was the laundry that did it.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desire for my own laundry room&lt;/span&gt; grew right along with my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;belly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFXrLv_pI/AAAAAAAABPg/jSXbPXGDeUk/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFXrLv_pI/AAAAAAAABPg/jSXbPXGDeUk/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510652629584182930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; the day has come.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new arrival&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I couldn't be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-5257893670995414262?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/5257893670995414262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=5257893670995414262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5257893670995414262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5257893670995414262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-arrival-yes-please.html' title='New Arrival? Yes Please!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THnFZBXQ9MI/AAAAAAAABP4/_tLsVbAwE6c/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-7074857050802729881</id><published>2010-08-26T11:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:50:41.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>Sadie took her first steps while we were visiting my parents in Utah in July.  This is the first time we were able to get it on video.  She took way more steps than she ever had before so it was very exciting.  She has walked on her own a few times since then but I think she forgets that she knows how because she still crawls a lot.  She'll hold onto the wall and run down the hall but she wont do it on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4cee808ad498681b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cee808ad498681b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2744EE32CDADDEAFD6A2C08E968CC4CE894B9CF1.4FE2C50A9C501B8DCA1800599E3CFB1974327B0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cee808ad498681b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoS5xvSNoJSi8Dh0v76g7gFXjKzE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cee808ad498681b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2744EE32CDADDEAFD6A2C08E968CC4CE894B9CF1.4FE2C50A9C501B8DCA1800599E3CFB1974327B0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cee808ad498681b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoS5xvSNoJSi8Dh0v76g7gFXjKzE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-7074857050802729881?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/7074857050802729881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=7074857050802729881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7074857050802729881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7074857050802729881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4867459798133656660</id><published>2010-08-22T20:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:05:21.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THHW7bmnpOI/AAAAAAAABOg/EqMCVNjGBWc/s1600/SAM_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THHW7bmnpOI/AAAAAAAABOg/EqMCVNjGBWc/s400/SAM_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508420135761192162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One turtle at a time.&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;my new hair makes me feel like a super hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4867459798133656660?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4867459798133656660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4867459798133656660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4867459798133656660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4867459798133656660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/08/saving-world.html' title='Saving the world...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/THHW7bmnpOI/AAAAAAAABOg/EqMCVNjGBWc/s72-c/SAM_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2160967303657284003</id><published>2010-08-15T10:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:16:02.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 10 am and I'm cleaning up Sadie after she had a huge blowout.&lt;br /&gt;The only place to do this is in the hotel's tiny little sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We've been here (in the hotel) for 9 days now and the confinement is starting to wear on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Being new to a place is hard.  Being new to a place with out any of your stuff is even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I've been living out of a suitcase for a month and a half now.&lt;br /&gt;First while we were in Nebraska, then Utah, Missouri, and now North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGgVhHc4C5I/AAAAAAAABOM/kFEzMZIVnw4/s1600/Picture+1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGgVhHc4C5I/AAAAAAAABOM/kFEzMZIVnw4/s400/Picture+1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505674203140459410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I see that cute round face none of it matters.&lt;br /&gt;As long as she's happy, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Man I love that little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGgVgvdVbTI/AAAAAAAABOE/tFLoVpQHYWk/s1600/Picture+1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGgVgvdVbTI/AAAAAAAABOE/tFLoVpQHYWk/s400/Picture+1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505674196699934002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far North Carolina has been alright.&lt;br /&gt;Driving here is a little insane.&lt;br /&gt;No one uses their blinkers and whoever named the roads was on crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-map-478264-map_of_fayetteville_nc-i"&gt;Each road has about 4 different names and it'll change without any notice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All American turns into Owen that turns into this that turns into that blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=d0008d00422fe010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;Brigham Young&lt;/a&gt; was a smart man when he came up with the grid system.  (Did he?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGgVgTqW0wI/AAAAAAAABN8/FR9L6OjG-2o/s1600/Picture+1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGgVgTqW0wI/AAAAAAAABN8/FR9L6OjG-2o/s400/Picture+1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505674189238358786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get used to the roads eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad to be able to have life just settle down for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid my life will never quite be settled but we are getting closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I hate blowouts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2160967303657284003?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2160967303657284003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2160967303657284003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2160967303657284003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2160967303657284003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-am.html' title='10 am'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGgVhHc4C5I/AAAAAAAABOM/kFEzMZIVnw4/s72-c/Picture+1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-7784796444435096538</id><published>2010-08-10T17:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:43:17.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearly Whites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGHg8rtzBaI/AAAAAAAABN0/khUE44WcZn4/s1600/Picture+1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGHg8rtzBaI/AAAAAAAABN0/khUE44WcZn4/s400/Picture+1407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503927552755041698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two little white teeth have now escaped their gummy prison.&lt;br /&gt;The change brings fear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of putting money into savings for a wedding or college I'm going to start saving for the dental bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has my teeth (and I pray that she doesn't) we'll need it. &lt;br /&gt;My sweet tooth coupled with my super soft teeth has brought about many cavities and root canals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first person who found out that I was pregnant was the dentist. &lt;br /&gt;Really!  It was.&lt;br /&gt;That can't be a good omen.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye money...&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Please forgive us we're TEETHING here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-7784796444435096538?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/7784796444435096538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=7784796444435096538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7784796444435096538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7784796444435096538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/08/pearly-whites.html' title='Pearly Whites'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TGHg8rtzBaI/AAAAAAAABN0/khUE44WcZn4/s72-c/Picture+1407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-5991730032522464821</id><published>2010-08-03T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:16:36.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon to this blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFjbeUlJX2I/AAAAAAAABL0/Js_aP3zqujo/s1600/Picture+1380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFjbeUlJX2I/AAAAAAAABL0/Js_aP3zqujo/s400/Picture+1380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501388258800131938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fantastically long and luscious blog is in the works.&lt;br /&gt;Basically it'll give a run down of the WHOLE month of July my month and Ben's also.  It's taking me a long time...I actually might not be able to finish it before the big move.&lt;br /&gt;Considering we were supposed to move today I probably wont.&lt;br /&gt;(I promise it would have been pretty good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a different note, My baby is 9 months old tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;She had her check up on Monday with a guy that was not her normal doctor (thank goodness I don't think I would have been able to stand that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoIIgYGutkc"&gt;prepubescent&lt;/a&gt; voice a second longer)&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously.  That guy had more squeeks than a junior high band recital.  Ok bad joke sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bug isn't so little anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She is in the 50th percentile for height, weight, and head circumference.&lt;br /&gt;Which is 18.4 for weight,&lt;br /&gt;17 1/2 for head circumference,&lt;br /&gt;and 27 1/4 for height.&lt;br /&gt;At least there were no shots needed that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told me that her next visit will be her 12 month check up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&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/7880885708887969166-5991730032522464821?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/5991730032522464821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=5991730032522464821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5991730032522464821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5991730032522464821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/08/coming-soon-to-this-blog.html' title='Coming soon to this blog...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFjbeUlJX2I/AAAAAAAABL0/Js_aP3zqujo/s72-c/Picture+1380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-591205488537672883</id><published>2010-08-01T15:31:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T05:25:01.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My July</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKEioscBI/AAAAAAAABNs/UuDaaHhuJWs/s1600/Picture+511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKEioscBI/AAAAAAAABNs/UuDaaHhuJWs/s400/Picture+511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502495024105680914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok so I have been working on this post forever.  Well just since July.  But I lost the little paper that I had written down everything on so there's a lot of stuff missing.  That's why some days have more written then others and most days are left out.  All I had to go on were pictures.  So if you got left out or if I wrote something wrong I'm VERY sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 1st was Ben's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EBOLC&lt;/span&gt; graduation.  It was sad saying 'goodbye' to our friends that moved away that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKEKjdQYI/AAAAAAAABNk/QDDg45HUZWM/s1600/ben2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKEKjdQYI/AAAAAAAABNk/QDDg45HUZWM/s400/ben2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502495017641263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Ben got up at 4am to try and walk onto &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpL5AfXLS1k"&gt;SAPPER school&lt;/a&gt; and he got it!  We didn't think that it was very likely that he would actually get on so we really didn't get to say goodbye.  He was just gone when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he got to come home for an hour for lunch or else I would have been very upset!  That day I spent the morning cleaning and getting ready to leave for Nebraska.  At 4pm I left and I made it there by midnight.  Road trips with a baby are very difficult but we made it in one piece.  My Sister In-law Cortney and her husband Tracy got in that night also.  It was their first time meeting Sadie so we all stayed up until about 3  in the morning talking and watching her bump her head on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKDkjnYJI/AAAAAAAABNc/Oshff1Dhcxg/s1600/Picture+762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKDkjnYJI/AAAAAAAABNc/Oshff1Dhcxg/s400/Picture+762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502495007441379474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The next day was the 3rd.  Grandma M and Uncle Chuck came all the way from Kansas to see us.  I had never met either of them before so that was really nice.  Unfortunately I was dead tired from the night before so Sadie and I both crashed while they were there.  When we woke up they said they were leaving.  I was so sad that I missed spending that time with them!  I didn't know that they were leaving so soon or I would have forced myself to stay awake.  We did fireworks as a family that night.  Sadie didn't know what to think at first but quickly got used to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKCyCReQI/AAAAAAAABNU/BfClGY1ANTA/s1600/Picture+787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKCyCReQI/AAAAAAAABNU/BfClGY1ANTA/s400/Picture+787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502494993879759106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Went to church but ended up out in the hall for most of it.  Sadie has a musical frog that just happened to go off in the middle of sacrament which was way embarrassing.  When I tried to make it quiet it just switched songs so I had to run out with the whole car seat. . whatever.  Later we went to a neighborhood BBQ where they had some pretty awesome fireworks.  The "Bag of Death" was my personal favorite.  If you've never had a Nebraskan 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July then you've never "really" experienced the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  Those people can par-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt;!  I looked out over the town and it was like every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;culdesac&lt;/span&gt; had its own professional firework show.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT. WAS. AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;  I mean these people must have spent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thousands&lt;/span&gt; of dollars on fireworks.  On the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July when I watch the fireworks I like to think of all the wars that were fought to protect our freedom.  It wasn't hard to get a visual this 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July because the whole town looked like it was on fire.  Could you imagine if a war was brought to our country??  It makes me so grateful for what my husband and all the other military men/women do for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGQPIxA2I/AAAAAAAABNM/chf6ywNhLS8/s1600/Picture+806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGQPIxA2I/AAAAAAAABNM/chf6ywNhLS8/s400/Picture+806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502490826983408482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday the 6th.  Cortney and Tracy left this morning.  It was sad to see them go.  In a perfect world we could be surrounded by both of our families but unfortunately that is never going to happen.  Not until we get to Heaven of course!  I get to spend Eternity will some pretty amazing people.  In the mean time we have a family reunion coming up in a month that I'm SO looking forward to.  After a teary goodbye to Cortney and Tracy Barbara and I packed up the baby and headed to the zoo.  I will never get tired of going to the Omaha Zoo.  It's seriously the best!  I love it.  We had a pretty good time even though it was really hot that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGP5o8mTI/AAAAAAAABNE/9k8my0PUh-s/s1600/Picture+497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGP5o8mTI/AAAAAAAABNE/9k8my0PUh-s/s400/Picture+497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502490821212805426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday the 7th.  Got up REALLY early to get ready for the flight.  The first flight connected in Vegas so it was about 2 1/2 hours long.  Luckily the lady next to me had a lot of shiny jewelry on.  Sadie was in her arms before we even took off.  I kept trying to take her back but she wouldn't let me have her!  I considered the possibility that they might try to keep my little bug.  That was until Sadie had a major huge poop about 1/2 hour before we landed and the nice lady quickly handed the little stinker back to me.  The second part of the flight was only about 45 minutes and Sadie slept the whole way.  I didn't even recognize my parents.  They both had lost so much weight!  Later that night some of my friends with babies Sadie's age came over.  We just hung out and talked and let the babes play.  Anytime we line them up in a row for a picture someone is bound to cry.  I think Lincoln was the only one who didn't cry.  They are all such cute babies I love seeing them grow together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGPbY-DvI/AAAAAAAABM8/Ew2ElYt_uM8/s1600/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGPbY-DvI/AAAAAAAABM8/Ew2ElYt_uM8/s400/P1010054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502490813092728562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday the 9th.  Mare and I met at the pool for some swim time.  Wes and Sadie are so cute!  Look at all those rolls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGOhlJ9tI/AAAAAAAABM0/OAJf-K0kZaI/s1600/Picture+536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzGOhlJ9tI/AAAAAAAABM0/OAJf-K0kZaI/s400/Picture+536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502490797574584018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday the 11th.  In the morning we went to my cousin Mason's mission farewell.  I ended up in the hall (as usual) if you ever want an excuse to get out of church have a baby.  Later we went to Grandma Scott's for some pizza.  I love going to Grandma Scott's house.  It's one of my top 10 favorite places to visit.  This particular visit was even more fun because Justin, Bethany, and Coltin were in town.  Sadie and Coltin had never met so I was excited to get them together.  The picture above pretty much sums up the whole night.  They took turns making each other cry.  I still loved it!  I love all of my cousins so much so its important to me that Sadie gets to know her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzDJRAlpII/AAAAAAAABMs/L4r9KFEoH58/s1600/Picture+464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzDJRAlpII/AAAAAAAABMs/L4r9KFEoH58/s400/Picture+464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502487408692012162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mel, Ali, and Max came over for some pizza and hanging out.  I was lucky this trip to be able to do a photo shoot of Mel's new little baby.  It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzDI1DWoqI/AAAAAAAABMk/72jFtR7P-Vo/s1600/P1010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzDI1DWoqI/AAAAAAAABMk/72jFtR7P-Vo/s400/P1010074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502487401187418786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadie's first bath with a friend!  I'm pretty sure she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzDH6n1gyI/AAAAAAAABMU/kG05HYZVSLQ/s1600/Picture+633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzDH6n1gyI/AAAAAAAABMU/kG05HYZVSLQ/s400/Picture+633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502487385502745378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadie wrestling with Braxton at Mandy's baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzAbIV-3vI/AAAAAAAABMM/EdbIAvQmYXM/s1600/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzAbIV-3vI/AAAAAAAABMM/EdbIAvQmYXM/s400/P1010083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502484417068588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadie and Wes sharing a stroller at the river parkway.  This didn't last long but it was pretty much the cutest thing ever.  Sadie took Wes's binky (which was clipped to him) and sucked on it (which she has never done, she's a thumb sucker).  Wes just stared at her (much like the picture).  I couldn't stop giggling because of the cuteness of it.  It was really hot that day so we plopped the kids down in the river and gave them rocks to chew on.  On the way home we got SLURPEE'S!!  Nothing is more refreshing than an ice cold Slurpee, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzAa38DckI/AAAAAAAABME/VWV8KIgLE_Y/s1600/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzAa38DckI/AAAAAAAABME/VWV8KIgLE_Y/s400/P1010084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502484412664869442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadie and Nash at Target.  They are really cute together.  We went to lunch and they were peeking around our cups at each other.   The day was a good/really really bad day.  First it was good because I got to see Calli and Nash but that was when the trouble started.  It was just one of those days where nothing went right.  First I went to the spot where the restaurant USED to be located.  Luckily the new location was just across the street.  When I ordered all I wanted was a 1/2 sandwich but the guy charged me like 6$ when it should have only been 2$ and I didn't notice until my card had been charged already.  So he gave me a drink, chips, and a dessert all of which my fat body neither needed nor wanted.  Remember that drink that I got that I didn't want?  Well Sadie distracted me by throwing a toy on the ground and then pulled that HUGE drink down on herself.  I was unprepared because I didn't have another outfit for her.  The poor thing was drenched in sticky pink lemonade.  So we decided we would go to TJ Maxx and buy her a new outfit.  While there she had a massive blow out.  Which I've gotten used to and could have handled except for the fact that TJ Maxx didn't have a changing table.  I had to put my wiggling baby in the little space between 2 sinks while people were trying to wash their hands and my baby was doing her best to crawl away.  Luckily Calli came in and saved me by distracting her.  By the end of that experience I was way too flustered to buy anything so Sadie had to stay sticky the rest of the day.  After TJ Maxx we went to Target which was actually really fun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzAaYXyttI/AAAAAAAABL8/9d-jntum41s/s1600/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzAaYXyttI/AAAAAAAABL8/9d-jntum41s/s400/P1010085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502484404191278802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadie &amp;amp; Sadie (you know I had to get a picture of that!)  I hadn't seen my friend Sadie FOREVER.  I'm so happy we were able to get together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFhR1tX4b_I/AAAAAAAABLs/4M9jGly3GzU/s1600/Picture+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFhR1tX4b_I/AAAAAAAABLs/4M9jGly3GzU/s400/Picture+184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501236927987740658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 24th of July.  I met up with the Terry Larsen crew at the Ogden parade.  Which was sort of lame, When did they stop throwing candy?  But also fun because its always fun to be around that family.  Afterward I was able to do a photo shoot of the beautiful Leighla.  It turned out awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFgtnl-RfAI/AAAAAAAABLk/EXRKFsYb6fo/s1600/Picture+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFgtnl-RfAI/AAAAAAAABLk/EXRKFsYb6fo/s400/Picture+323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501197103064513538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the aquarium with the family for Stephs b-day.  I love the aquarium.  Aquatic animals both amaze/frighten me.  The Octopus was quite disgusting looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFgnmZJxNRI/AAAAAAAABLc/_ckROk9L25I/s1600/Picture+1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFgnmZJxNRI/AAAAAAAABLc/_ckROk9L25I/s400/Picture+1374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501190485373433106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy's home!!!  We went over to the PX to meet up with Ben.  While I was watching the entrance he snuck in from the side and surprised me.  I didn't even recognize him at first.  He had lost so much weight.  I love him so much!  It was so good to see him and I'm so proud at what he accomplished at Sapper school.  He was one of the top 5 people and only about 12 people out of a class of 40 even graduated.  My husband is a BEAST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-591205488537672883?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/591205488537672883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=591205488537672883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/591205488537672883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/591205488537672883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-july.html' title='My July'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TFzKEioscBI/AAAAAAAABNs/UuDaaHhuJWs/s72-c/Picture+511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-7403092132390297539</id><published>2010-07-21T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:08:39.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unprivatizing (is that a word?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unprivatize&lt;/span&gt; my blog.  I'm fairly certain that I made that word up but I think you all get the point.  The only reason I did go private with it was because my friends were and I feared I would be viewed as a bad Mom if I didn't do it too.   I have a hard time being motivated to write if I know that only a few people even have a chance to read it and judging by my lack of comments I'm pretty sure only like 3 people even read this stuff anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way its freeing.  I can write what I think and I don't have to worry about being judged by too many people.  But then what's the point of writing anything at all?  So I have come to the decision to open up my blog to all readers whether they choose to read or not is their decision.  Welcome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say "What about the perverts?"  Well I'm probably just naive but I just really don't want to spend my life worrying about that kind of stuff.  I still have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; faith left in humanity.  If I have any problems then I'll go back to having a private blog.  If anyone feels like I'm being stupid by doing this let me know!  It might not change anything but I would like to hear opinions on the matter. &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/7880885708887969166-7403092132390297539?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/7403092132390297539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=7403092132390297539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7403092132390297539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7403092132390297539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/07/unprivatizing-is-that-word.html' title='Unprivatizing (is that a word?)'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3424699661988589927</id><published>2010-06-30T10:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:39:33.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hillbilly's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt7TdS2v9I/AAAAAAAABLE/KnFMPDSlH-I/s1600/Hillbillys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt7TdS2v9I/AAAAAAAABLE/KnFMPDSlH-I/s400/Hillbillys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488616145092526034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just down the street from the Meremec Caverns we passed a shabby little building that had a statue of a lion on top of it and a sign in the front that said Alligators on it.  We were intrigued so we stepped inside.  It was exactly what you would expect to see in some back country zoo in Missouri.  The stink of the place was overwhelming!  I didn't breath the entire time we were there.  There were alligator heads everywhere you looked, dogs sleeping (at least 4), a guy sleeping in the back, and in a display case they had these scary little creatures with their heads stuck in mouse traps.  It was so disgusting!  One of the dogs were sleeping in the display case.  I thought it was stuffed at first so it about gave me a heart attack when it sat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt5VtxeEvI/AAAAAAAABK0/5eqeFpL6YIU/s1600/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt5VtxeEvI/AAAAAAAABK0/5eqeFpL6YIU/s320/Picture+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488613984852382450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went outside to the Alligator pond.  That's when we met "the hillbilly's".  It was like a scene from Deliverance.  I was just waiting for someone to pull out a banjo.  You could tell that all these people do all day every day is sit out there with the Alligators.  They had tons of fun stories about suicidal chickens that fly into the tigers cage and that one of the Alligators came from an owner who shot his wife and then himself and they found the Alligator in the basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stories like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt5UhpVWCI/AAAAAAAABKs/XcsebJefny0/s1600/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt5UhpVWCI/AAAAAAAABKs/XcsebJefny0/s320/Picture+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488613964417161250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe the size of that thing?  We got to go right up to those bad boys.  I'm still having nightmares about it!  We left Sadie on the other side of the fence with the chickens.  Luckily she didn't get any crazy ideas.  I hear chickens can be a bad influence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But actually to cross the pond to get to the deck where the hillbilly's live you have to walk across a little board and there was no way the stroller could fit.  Plus she was sleeping.  And I didn't want her to get eaten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4sqCnQ0I/AAAAAAAABKk/YiNdpdfGm1E/s1600/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4sqCnQ0I/AAAAAAAABKk/YiNdpdfGm1E/s320/Picture+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488613279475909442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this was the one found in the basement.  Poor guy has seen some sad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4sHi8jNI/AAAAAAAABKc/nUPAe8HtwLA/s1600/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4sHi8jNI/AAAAAAAABKc/nUPAe8HtwLA/s320/Picture+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488613270216281298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Emu's were all right in your face.  They are actually kind or gross looking up close.  Luckily I got this handsome picture of...Well I can't remember his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4rL2syaI/AAAAAAAABKU/Et0IvSatBsA/s1600/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4rL2syaI/AAAAAAAABKU/Et0IvSatBsA/s320/Picture+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488613254193007010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this is Jafar.  He showed us his big belly.  It was cute watching him roll around.  It sort of reminded me of Bruce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4qu0rYfI/AAAAAAAABKM/TgeeZRr7V8I/s1600/Picture+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4qu0rYfI/AAAAAAAABKM/TgeeZRr7V8I/s320/Picture+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488613246399898098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Ben's favorite part of the whole day.  His favorite animal is an Alligator so it was like Christmas for him.  The guy was letting all of the little kids hold this tiny little Alligator and then Ben asked if he could hold it.  The guy put it back and went into this room that had about 80 Alligators in it so that he could get Ben a big one.  It was scary!  They all started hissing at him and it was so loud.  When he brought it out it was wiggling so much.  I ran away because I didn't want to get hit with the tail.  I know I'm a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4p-j7GpI/AAAAAAAABKE/0K3hbXsTvr8/s1600/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt4p-j7GpI/AAAAAAAABKE/0K3hbXsTvr8/s320/Picture+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488613233444723346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadie loved loved loved the Lemurs.  She has a thing for furry things with big eyes.  She couldn't get her eyes off of them.  She kept screaming at them too.  It was cute to see her so excited.  Even if it was over something that eats its own poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw it happen.&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/7880885708887969166-3424699661988589927?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3424699661988589927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3424699661988589927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3424699661988589927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3424699661988589927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/hillbillys.html' title='The Hillbilly&apos;s'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt7TdS2v9I/AAAAAAAABLE/KnFMPDSlH-I/s72-c/Hillbillys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4010307906911141961</id><published>2010-06-30T05:20:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:53:53.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse James Hideout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCt2EOP0qgI/AAAAAAAABJ8/LtT9fJKgg0A/s1600/Hillbillys.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCspvETXV3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/XyQuiXIEnys/s1600/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCspvETXV3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/XyQuiXIEnys/s320/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488526459466635122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been putting of this blog for a few days.  I warn you it's a long one.  With lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend some friends of ours invited us to join them in going to see Jesse James' hideout at the &lt;a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/MO-Stanton.html"&gt;Meramec Caverns&lt;/a&gt;.  We are always eager to get out of the apartment and we figured that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesse_James"&gt;Jesse James&lt;/a&gt; was sort of a bad-A so we were excited to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCspuevhakI/AAAAAAAABJs/_zpqQN0CWZw/s1600/june26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCspuevhakI/AAAAAAAABJs/_zpqQN0CWZw/s320/june26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488526449384188482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See us excited?  Apparently after Jesse and his brother Frank got done with all of their shady business they would hideout in this cavern and separate all the loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCspt41tRGI/AAAAAAAABJk/EpCv0f6VpzU/s1600/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCspt41tRGI/AAAAAAAABJk/EpCv0f6VpzU/s320/Picture+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488526439209583714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tour of the cave turned out to be 19$ a ticket.  A price that nearly had me running out the door.  But luckily there was a little military discount so we pressed forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCsptbeo4yI/AAAAAAAABJc/qnnGHiXijqY/s1600/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCsptbeo4yI/AAAAAAAABJc/qnnGHiXijqY/s320/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488526431328199458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it is 90 degrees outside you tend to forget to bring warm clothing.  But down in the deep dark cave it was freezing!  Poor little Sadie.  She was terrified.  This is her terrified face.  It didn't help that some freako kept making owl and wolf noises behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCsozhA70JI/AAAAAAAABJU/5H8uy7nrDNA/s1600/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCsozhA70JI/AAAAAAAABJU/5H8uy7nrDNA/s320/Picture+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488525436381810834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jesse James part of the cave was pretty disappointing.  It lasted about 1 minute into the cave.  Apparently they didn't really go very far into it.  They were just happy to count their cash and get out.  But, luckily someone else did because all of the formations were really beautiful.  We went into it excited to see one thing but instead got to see something else that was so much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4010307906911141961?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4010307906911141961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4010307906911141961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4010307906911141961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4010307906911141961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/jesse-james-and-hillbillys.html' title='Jesse James Hideout'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCspvETXV3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/XyQuiXIEnys/s72-c/Picture+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-659155647794068320</id><published>2010-06-25T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:25:50.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chricken with Sun-Dried Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cscassets.com/recipes/xlarge_466x320/xlarge_60202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.cscassets.com/recipes/xlarge_466x320/xlarge_60202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this recipe in a Cooking Light magazine and we love it!  My paper copy is almost destroyed because we eat this so often, so I thought I would type it up.  Might as well do it where other people can enjoy it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prep: 10 min.  Cook: 20 min.  Makes: 4 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tbsp. Olive oil&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 shallot, finely chopped*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 can (10 3/4 oz.) Condensed Cream of Mushroom Soup (Regular or 98% Fat free)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3/4 cup water&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1/4 cup thinly sliced sun-dried tomatoes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 tbsp. red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp chopped fresh basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;4 cups hot cooked extra wide egg noodles&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1/4 cup shredded Parmesan cheese (optional)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.  Heat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 tbsp. &lt;/span&gt;oil in skillet over medium-high heat.  Add chicken and cook 10 min. or until well browned on both sides.  Remove chicken from skillet.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Heat remaining oil in skillet over medium heat.  Add shallot and cook and stir 2 min. Stir soup, water, tomatoes, vinegar, and basil in skillet.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Return chicken to skillet and heat to a boil.  Reduce heat to low.  Cook 5 min. or until chicken is cooked through.  Serve chicken and sauce over noodles.  Sprinkle with cheese and thinly sliced basil, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Or substitute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 tbsp. &lt;/span&gt;finely chopped onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-659155647794068320?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/659155647794068320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=659155647794068320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/659155647794068320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/659155647794068320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/chricken-with-sun-dried-tomatoes.html' title='Chricken with Sun-Dried Tomatoes'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-5950825254783906797</id><published>2010-06-23T20:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:49:21.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Eaters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.autotrader.com/scaler/565/421/images/2010/5/21/280/006/16071670843.280006868.IM1.MAIN.565x421_A.562x421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 562px; height: 421px;" src="http://images.autotrader.com/scaler/565/421/images/2010/5/21/280/006/16071670843.280006868.IM1.MAIN.565x421_A.562x421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nissanusa.com/img/sav_redesign/sav_vehicles/sav_altima.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCLFwQTptUI/AAAAAAAABIk/5de0SVHIkIE/s1600/june15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drove 45 minutes today to the closest Nissan dealership.&lt;br /&gt;I got lost and made it 1/2 way to Salem before I realized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadie screamed the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason for this trip is to get my air conditioning fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The AC only works when the windows are down.&lt;br /&gt;Its the craziest thing!&lt;br /&gt;I think someone wired my car this way as a very mean prank.&lt;br /&gt;The whole drive went like this;  heat, roll window down, AC kicks in, roll windows up, AC turns off, roll windows down, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;This continued on for the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine driving all the way to North Carolina like that?&lt;br /&gt;No way, No how.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the elusive Nissan dealership sweaty, cranky, hungry, and altogether fed up.&lt;br /&gt;I was met in the parking lot by this sweet lady who saw my face and said "AC problems?"&lt;br /&gt;I was then escorted in and given a tour of where I could find a play area for Sadie, changing tables, magazines and anything else I would possibly need.&lt;br /&gt;She even showed me how to work the TV so that I could change the channel if I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny how one person can change your whole mood around.&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse just by their attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was pleased with the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my car could have taken the cue to be nice to me too.&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later my stomach was growling out of control as was Sadie.&lt;br /&gt;In my head I was imagining all these situations like, they couldn't figure out what was wrong so for my trouble they would give me a new car.&lt;br /&gt;And other delirious things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought back to this planet when they handed me a slip of paper telling me the cost.&lt;br /&gt;So much for my good mood.&lt;br /&gt;I packed up the screaming baby and headed back home to my nice cool apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a car anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never missed Logan so much as I did today.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need is just 5 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, eating, car repairs.&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh at the Logan mall and its limited number of stores.&lt;br /&gt;They call the Wal-mart here the Mall-mart.&lt;br /&gt;But hey at least we have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-5950825254783906797?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/5950825254783906797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=5950825254783906797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5950825254783906797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5950825254783906797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/money-eaters.html' title='Money Eaters.'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3591593941044416916</id><published>2010-06-22T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:39:03.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCGBuoizlyI/AAAAAAAABIc/JHd7clKwF10/s1600/june19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCGBuoizlyI/AAAAAAAABIc/JHd7clKwF10/s320/june19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485808459271345954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week I'm getting a little taste of what my life is going to be for now on.&lt;br /&gt;I am an Army wife and there's no going back.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I would want to, I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband and there's nothing I would rather be than his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it can be hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;My husband is in the field for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I don't get to see him for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;A piece of me is missing for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting me ready for the year that I will be with out that piece of me.&lt;br /&gt;I dread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never realize how much of your life is intertwined with your husband until he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;I forget to eat because I don't have him to cook for.&lt;br /&gt;I forget to clean because I don't have him to pick up after.&lt;br /&gt;My whole schedule is set to accommodate him.&lt;br /&gt;Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly hate the Army.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we have to hang around until the 12th to find out if we will be going to Utah or North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my husband was passed up for a spot in EOKA when he clearly deserved it and earned it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I have no idea when he will be deployed.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not knowing!  There is nothing more frustrating than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a big way I'm thankful for the Army.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the job security.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the other Army wives that are all going through the same thing as me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I get to live in so many different places.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly though, I'm thankful that my husband gets to do what he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-3591593941044416916?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3591593941044416916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3591593941044416916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3591593941044416916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3591593941044416916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/army-wife.html' title='Army Wife'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TCGBuoizlyI/AAAAAAAABIc/JHd7clKwF10/s72-c/june19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4049494167284164942</id><published>2010-06-12T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:59:23.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabies?? Cannibalism?</title><content type='html'>Today we found out what happens when you combine hunger, no nap, and not as much attention together for little Sadie.  Her body couldn't handle all of that frustration!  I'll admit is was pretty funny.  I literally had tears flowing down my face because I was laughing so hard.  But it was slightly scary at the same time because if she had teeth I'm pretty sure I would have been bleeding.  I don't know what came over her but she just started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biting&lt;/span&gt; me!  Not little bites either.  Like rabid dog bites.  Well here are some videos to prove it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-767ab400efcb3188" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D767ab400efcb3188%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BC0111CE00E10539BC500B3AFFD54B009888B37.56897CE2A134288A405E788BC4BC9136BA73D578%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D767ab400efcb3188%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfL-XE4yvq3cilIrgxvMGYwxi2EE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D767ab400efcb3188%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BC0111CE00E10539BC500B3AFFD54B009888B37.56897CE2A134288A405E788BC4BC9136BA73D578%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D767ab400efcb3188%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfL-XE4yvq3cilIrgxvMGYwxi2EE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8640107f63a729" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a8640107f63a729%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3881DFD8B71FAE22CE87E8423E8473A7ABFB9026.4CEFDFE9825B8355307EF31FB581CD844C8B3B5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8640107f63a729%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuZ4KTU3dzuETbMZknirrYzxBlNc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a8640107f63a729%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3881DFD8B71FAE22CE87E8423E8473A7ABFB9026.4CEFDFE9825B8355307EF31FB581CD844C8B3B5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8640107f63a729%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuZ4KTU3dzuETbMZknirrYzxBlNc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4049494167284164942?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4049494167284164942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4049494167284164942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4049494167284164942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4049494167284164942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/rabies-cannibalism.html' title='Rabies?? Cannibalism?'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2133133254294353715</id><published>2010-06-06T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:41:44.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TAwP7xhuKZI/AAAAAAAABIM/DE3lIQrdakk/s1600/June2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TAwP7xhuKZI/AAAAAAAABIM/DE3lIQrdakk/s320/June2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479772366184524178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadie had her well baby check up this last week.  She's a month behind because of the move so she had it on her 7 month rather than her 6th.  She was 16 lbs 10 oz, her head was 17 inches, and her length was 25 1/2 inches.  She was in the 50 percentile all around.  Her shots went so well!  I was dreading it but it turned out she hardly even cried.  Ben met me at the hospital and we all went to lunch together and she just smiled and talked to every single person we saw.  She's super out going and accident prone.  Her new skill for the month is standing and scooting around things.  She can crawl but prefers not too.  The doctor didn't believe me when I told her about all of the stuff she was doing.  That was until the doctor stepped close to her and Sadie instantly grabbed her and stood up.  ha ha it was funny to see how shocked the doctor was.  I was so proud of my girl.  She's so happy!  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2133133254294353715?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2133133254294353715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2133133254294353715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2133133254294353715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2133133254294353715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-months.html' title='7 months!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TAwP7xhuKZI/AAAAAAAABIM/DE3lIQrdakk/s72-c/June2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2279022793031130660</id><published>2010-06-06T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:14:20.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had more to talk about than just Sadie...</title><content type='html'>but sadly taking care of this cute little thing basically consumes my whole life (not really SAD because I honestly LOVE it).  So, unless you want to hear about laundry, dishes, or my constant battle to lose this baby weight.  Those things and Sadie are my everyday.  My husband is there too of course and he helps out a ton especially at the end of the day when Sadie and I are both pretty much fed up with each other.  I think the best way for him to say I love you is "Go back to sleep I'll get up with the bug" that's when I know it's real true love.  I'm amazed that people can survive with more than one kid.  I bow to you that can do it and do it well!  Most of the families in our Missouri ward have at least 4 kids and most have Dads either on deployment or just getting back.  These Moms are my heroes.  They make it to church every Sunday with kids in tow and they somehow manage to all look clean and dressed up.  I can barely make myself look decent in time for church let alone Sadie too.   I'll be honest some times she ends up looking a little like an orphan.  sigh.  Maybe with time I'll some how change my lazy ways and become super efficient and finally get on top of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2279022793031130660?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2279022793031130660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2279022793031130660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2279022793031130660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2279022793031130660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish-i-had-more-to-talk-about-than.html' title='I wish I had more to talk about than just Sadie...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-5647359294969987365</id><published>2010-05-12T12:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:39:03.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5b971db8df6bc7f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5b971db8df6bc7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AA6611E814D832E1A9B2C2BF27D5D2B8F4C069B.7D06DEE5615D03D32E661B765BAFF9DD97D005B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5b971db8df6bc7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF1nsvNasX8VJoC1xymfqIbQhusU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5b971db8df6bc7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AA6611E814D832E1A9B2C2BF27D5D2B8F4C069B.7D06DEE5615D03D32E661B765BAFF9DD97D005B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5b971db8df6bc7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF1nsvNasX8VJoC1xymfqIbQhusU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-5647359294969987365?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/5647359294969987365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=5647359294969987365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5647359294969987365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/5647359294969987365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-dad.html' title='Hi Dad'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6502017842011648424</id><published>2010-05-11T14:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:41:12.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S-m-QKg3L7I/AAAAAAAABHc/AdnFfyFXB0o/s1600/may7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S-m-QKg3L7I/AAAAAAAABHc/AdnFfyFXB0o/s400/may7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470112407327551410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little girl is 6 months old already&lt;br /&gt;It makes me a little sad that she is getting so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can:&lt;br /&gt;Sit up by herself&lt;br /&gt;army crawl&lt;br /&gt;Roll from front to back and back to front easily&lt;br /&gt;Blow raspberries&lt;br /&gt;Get up on her hands and knees and rock back and forth until she is propelled forward&lt;br /&gt;Eat solid food&lt;br /&gt;Dance and sing with music&lt;br /&gt;Say mama and dada not knowing what it means but still saying it&lt;br /&gt;make robot noises (sadly I think this is her singing voice because she does it most when there is singing going on)&lt;br /&gt;look for a dropped toy&lt;br /&gt;look for us if we hide&lt;br /&gt;Pull herself up on my leg if I'm sitting on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and drink from a cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes:&lt;br /&gt;Barney, the Wiggles and Veggie tales&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Bath time&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Strangers&lt;br /&gt;Black Electronics&lt;br /&gt;and Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dislikes:&lt;br /&gt;Grass&lt;br /&gt;Fruit&lt;br /&gt;Her Bumbo&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;and being left alone&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6502017842011648424?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6502017842011648424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6502017842011648424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6502017842011648424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6502017842011648424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-months.html' title='6 Months!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S-m-QKg3L7I/AAAAAAAABHc/AdnFfyFXB0o/s72-c/may7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-757527462856978304</id><published>2010-05-06T02:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T02:52:57.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD Baby</title><content type='html'>I think my baby must have ADD.  It's 3am and her little head is darting from side to side, back and forth, back and forth.  Never quite focusing on anything but just going, going, going.  Only stopping for a split second to pull my hair, itch her nose, and then finally Was that a yawn???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt #1 of putting the little monster back in her bed failed miserably.  The screams even woke her Dad who has the amazing power of NEVER hearing her cry at night.   "Is she OK?"  Me "Yes she just wont sleep"  Dad "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; goodnight"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I need a sick day.  She just rubbed her eyes.  Lets try this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt #2 is still in process.  She has the thumb which is a really good sign.  I'm just scared to go back to sleep because I know her tricks.  The minute I fall back into my blessed slumber it'll happen again.  It always does.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-757527462856978304?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/757527462856978304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=757527462856978304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/757527462856978304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/757527462856978304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/05/add-baby.html' title='ADD Baby'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6206361662748211198</id><published>2010-05-02T18:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:04:14.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Tonka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94bpUmIEFI/AAAAAAAABHM/eckGsE1dSTI/s1600/may100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94bpUmIEFI/AAAAAAAABHM/eckGsE1dSTI/s320/may100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466837394391568466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we thought it would be fun to go and see the Ha Ha Tonka State Park.  I had seen online that they had castle ruins there so we went to check it out.  It turned out to be a beautiful day.  We spent it hiking and exploring the ruins.  Here's the story behind the ruins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94bdyKF-ZI/AAAAAAAABHE/cYQAqGtFA3g/s1600/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94bdyKF-ZI/AAAAAAAABHE/cYQAqGtFA3g/s320/Picture+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466837196168624530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert M. Snyder, a wealthy businessman, first visited the site in 1903 and was so impressed that he eventually purchased more than 5,000 acres.  He envisioned a private retreat with a European-style castle, with a center atrium rising three and one-half stories to a skylight.  Snyder also planned an 80-foot-high water tower, greenhouses and a carriage house.  Construction began in 1905 only to be halted a year later with the untimely death of Snyder in one of the state's first car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94aVqhiomI/AAAAAAAABG8/NGZv55cLH1A/s1600/b%26wmay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94aVqhiomI/AAAAAAAABG8/NGZv55cLH1A/s320/b%26wmay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466835957168906850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Carriage house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Snyder's sons finished building their father's dream, though not quite as elaborately as originally planned.  Eventually, the property was leased for use as a hotel, until tragedy struck in 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94Z37dyEzI/AAAAAAAABG0/3MvfQJfNVrg/s1600/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94Z37dyEzI/AAAAAAAABG0/3MvfQJfNVrg/s320/Picture+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466835446320468786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entire interior was gutted by fire when sparks from a chimney  ignited the roof.  The carriage house burned the same day and in 1976,  the water tower was burned by vandals.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94VXqwYgXI/AAAAAAAABGs/ljTczUlvpa4/s1600/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S94VXqwYgXI/AAAAAAAABGs/ljTczUlvpa4/s320/Picture+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466830494032757106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Water Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This building supplied water to the entire castle and carriage house by the use of gravity.  The workers at the castle lived in the bottom of this tower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6206361662748211198?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6206361662748211198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6206361662748211198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6206361662748211198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6206361662748211198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-ha-tonka.html' title='Ha Ha 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8073619123146235999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8073619123146235999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8073619123146235999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/04/crawling.html' title='Crawling!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4237505424810426785</id><published>2010-04-22T05:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:39:11.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Springfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9AtvZ4lF2I/AAAAAAAABGg/eBynqgQ50pA/s1600/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9AtvZ4lF2I/AAAAAAAABGg/eBynqgQ50pA/s320/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462916640425711458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weekends ago Ben and I decided it was time to get out of St. Roberts so we looked online for things to do and we found a zoo in Springfield.  So we called up our friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Foxs&lt;/span&gt;' and headed out.  The drive was beautiful.  It was just after the first rain so the trees had just a touch of green, purple, and white.  It was like driving through a watercolor painting.  It felt so good to get away, it was the first time leaving the little town of St. Roberts since we got here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9AteEYQtYI/AAAAAAAABGY/1d-8NZMRGHs/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9AteEYQtYI/AAAAAAAABGY/1d-8NZMRGHs/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462916342595237250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The zoo was great because all of the animals were really active.  My favorite was the Hippo.  I think Sadie liked the lions the best.  She growled at them a few times.  I don't know where she learned that but its pretty funny.  She also growls at the vacuum and blow dryer.  Cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9AtQ62hunI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Cke4jQKmcac/s1600/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9AtQ62hunI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Cke4jQKmcac/s320/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462916116699527794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The goats were fun.  I looked away for one second and when I looked back Sadie's foot was being eaten by a goat.  It didn't bite her very hard (thank goodness).  I don't think she even noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9As681rxOI/AAAAAAAABGI/EHXRjisF1R0/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9As681rxOI/AAAAAAAABGI/EHXRjisF1R0/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462915739275740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the zoo we explored the rest of Springfield.  For you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Utahns&lt;/span&gt; its a lot like Layton.  I know, not great but it's the best I've got.  We went to the mall so I could get some church shoes and some new clothes.  Then we ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt;.  I got a free salad because there was a rubber glove in my first.  Yum!  Despite that it was a pretty great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4237505424810426785?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4237505424810426785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4237505424810426785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4237505424810426785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4237505424810426785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/04/springfield.html' title='Springfield'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S9AtvZ4lF2I/AAAAAAAABGg/eBynqgQ50pA/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8966290524588296963</id><published>2010-04-10T07:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:46:36.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private</title><content type='html'>I'm setting my blog to private since there are so many pictures of Sadie on here.  Give me your email address if you want to be added!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8966290524588296963?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8966290524588296963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8966290524588296963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8966290524588296963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8966290524588296963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8911328137414697719</id><published>2010-04-08T04:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T05:18:01.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie's laugh :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6d6763c01051420" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06d6763c01051420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56B809D9E8D43C2F76BD14CDE1ADD415EA029771.51E834D9F821A63CE334766597D3A4EEA1DDB90E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d6763c01051420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJIGtVJWc7KAQfYLvf-AsaSCKwV4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06d6763c01051420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56B809D9E8D43C2F76BD14CDE1ADD415EA029771.51E834D9F821A63CE334766597D3A4EEA1DDB90E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d6763c01051420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJIGtVJWc7KAQfYLvf-AsaSCKwV4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8911328137414697719?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8911328137414697719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8911328137414697719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8911328137414697719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8911328137414697719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/04/sadies-laugh.html' title='Sadie&apos;s laugh :)'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-9214619323228961687</id><published>2010-04-06T00:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:09:22.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7rWABd9MwI/AAAAAAAABGA/g_Ysfq7b0_s/s1600/easter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7rWABd9MwI/AAAAAAAABGA/g_Ysfq7b0_s/s320/easter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456909194395202306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7rVqnVpDoI/AAAAAAAABF4/EHCD0PK84vw/s1600/easter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7rVqnVpDoI/AAAAAAAABF4/EHCD0PK84vw/s320/easter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456908826603753090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7rVgRI8AvI/AAAAAAAABFw/qZhOXtI0tPg/s1600/Easter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7rVgRI8AvI/AAAAAAAABFw/qZhOXtI0tPg/s320/Easter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456908648846197490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first Easter with Sadie was great!  The night before we decorated eggs.  We only did 4 because we didn't want to be stuck with a dozen hard boiled eggs but it really wasn't that fun only having 2 eggs each to decorate.  The Grandparents sent boxes of goodies to go in Sadie's basket so when she woke up we gave her all of her new Easter things.  I think she liked it even if she didn't really know what was going on.  I'm excited for next year when she'll be able to get excited about it.  Then we had french toast and watched conference (which is hard to watch with a 5 month old!)  Then we went on a walk because the weather was so nice.  We passed houses having family parties and I got really home sick.  I miss having family around!  We Skyped with our families and it made it a little better.  Sadie turned 5 months on Easter.  She's growing up so fast.  I'm amazed at how much she learns each month.  This last month she learned how to roll over both ways, sit up on her own, eat solid foods, laugh, and scoot across the floor (not quite crawling because she can only go backwards).  We had her doctors appointment and she weighs 15lbs 5oz which is the 75% and she is in the 25% for her height.  The doctor also reported that she didn't hear a heart murmur anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-9214619323228961687?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/9214619323228961687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=9214619323228961687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/9214619323228961687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/9214619323228961687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7rWABd9MwI/AAAAAAAABGA/g_Ysfq7b0_s/s72-c/easter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8151392430461980941</id><published>2010-04-02T22:56:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:02:20.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Place-Missouri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bMDw4B4mI/AAAAAAAABE4/9rpnvUdv2ys/s1600/Picture+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bMDw4B4mI/AAAAAAAABE4/9rpnvUdv2ys/s320/Picture+203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772363637514850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bL1sKA1VI/AAAAAAAABEw/EL4PwlPG9n8/s1600/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;Our bedroom:  I would have to say this is my least favorite part of the apartment.  We were lucky to find a furnished apartment so at least our clothes have somewhere to go.  The dresser drawers don't have stoppers on them so they fall out right on your toes.  I loath those dressers.  I didn't get a picture of the bathroom because it wasn't clean when I took the pictures and I'm just too lazy to do it now.  But I think you can picture it: tub, toilet, sink.  Also, every time I get out of the shower another tile cracks.  It feels like I'm walking on egg shells.  Whoever did the tile in this apartment did a really bad job.  I think you can see it in the kitchen picture pretty well. The floor is all taped up so the broken tiles wont cut us.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bL1sKA1VI/AAAAAAAABEw/EL4PwlPG9n8/s1600/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bL1sKA1VI/AAAAAAAABEw/EL4PwlPG9n8/s320/Picture+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772121852597586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our view from the front of the apartment.  Notice mine is the ONLY car in the parking lot.  That's because from the hours of 5am to 5pm Sadie and I are the only people around.  Everyone else is military in the whole building.  It's good for when she is screaming but it can get really lonely.  I try to fix this by going on a walk but usually I only see a dog or two and as you can see we are surrounded by forest so I run out of places to walk.  I have to do two laps around the neighborhood just to get 3 miles in.  There are lots of hills though so it makes for a pretty good work out.  If I got really desperate I guess I could go on base to where the people are but something about the military base depresses me.  I don't know, I guess driving down the road next to huge army vehicles intimidates me.  Not to mention how drab everything is.  Brown is definitely the army's favorite color.  Plus, when they are using our tax dollars who can afford a decorator?  I know its a good thing that our money isn't being wasted on making the base pretty but it still doesn't make it any easier to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bLoMvF0AI/AAAAAAAABEo/nk0AS1dowfg/s1600/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bLoMvF0AI/AAAAAAAABEo/nk0AS1dowfg/s320/Picture+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455771890079879170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitchen and dining area.  I like all of the space that the kitchen provides but we really don't need it since all we brought can fit into two cupboards.  I have found comfort in the kitchen since we got here.  I really don't have anything to do so trying new recipes has become a hobby to me.  I don't know if I'm any good or not but I'm learning.  Actually, since the only fast food available is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arby's&lt;/span&gt; and Burger king.  Cooking became more of a necessity than anything.  What I wouldn't do for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;...I'm actually really happy that I haven't eaten fast food in a month.  I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bLVWtUafI/AAAAAAAABEg/er0NxASKytw/s1600/Picture+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bLVWtUafI/AAAAAAAABEg/er0NxASKytw/s320/Picture+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455771566339287538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our front room also known as Sadie's room.  We regret not having gotten a 2 bedroom apartment but when we got here there were only 3 apartments available, the first was smaller than this one and the second was a trailer.  So here we are.  After Sadie's bed time (9pm) we have to tip toe around and whisper.  We usually go to bed by 10 anyways because Ben has to be up usually around 4 or 5 am so its not too bad.  Overall I like this apartment better than the last one.  Also our ward is amazing here.  In my Logan ward people were still asking if I was new after being there for a year.  It was really depressing.  Ben and I got called to the primary our second week here and we love it.  Plus everyone in the ward is military so its nice to have that support group.  A lot of people that I have talked to have lived in North Carolina and they all loved it so I'm really excited to get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8151392430461980941?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8151392430461980941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8151392430461980941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8151392430461980941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8151392430461980941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-place-missouri.html' title='The New Place-Missouri'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S7bMDw4B4mI/AAAAAAAABE4/9rpnvUdv2ys/s72-c/Picture+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4084925955473811870</id><published>2010-04-01T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:35:52.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a bad day I have to vent about it on my blog...</title><content type='html'>I should have wrote this yesterday when my fury was in full swing but now I look back on yesterday and I realize that I was being a baby and the day really could have been a lot worse.  It was a glass half empty kind of day.  I had this whole long blog written about all of the things that made me mad yesterday but I read it and it was so negative!  No one wants to read that stuff!  So I erased it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4084925955473811870?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4084925955473811870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4084925955473811870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4084925955473811870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4084925955473811870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/04/such-bad-day-i-have-to-vent-about-it-on.html' title='Such a bad day I have to vent about it on my blog...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2867332521520776263</id><published>2010-02-11T17:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:33:04.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January and a little bit of February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S3ShmH-Cf1I/AAAAAAAABDw/qNQ8BsB2wu8/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S3ShmH-Cf1I/AAAAAAAABDw/qNQ8BsB2wu8/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437148326489390930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S3ShNI-kcsI/AAAAAAAABDo/Ko4kBg4hfQ0/s1600-h/CSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened this month to report other than just preparing ourselves for the move to Missouri.  So far that has been super stressful but it's almost over.  We had a fun visit with Ben's mom and his brother Matt when they came out at the end of January.  It was nice to get to spend some time with Matt before he left for the MTC.  Our little Sadie is growing like a cute little weed.  She didn't really reach any milestones in January but so far February has been AWESOME.  Sadie started rolling over on the 5th and she giggled for the first time on the 10th.  I was lucky enough to catch the first roll over on video.  I'm super proud of pretty much anything that she does.  Also, somewhere along the way she found her voice.  She likes to yell at us and tries to eat us if anything goes near her face.  Its pretty funny.  This month has been really busy as we try to see all of our friends before we go.  I think I've eaten out 3 times this week and have a lunch and a dinner planned for tomorrow.  This is not good for my diet!  Oh well its worth it to see friends.  I'm sad to leave.  I feel like I'm going to miss out on so much.  It'll be good for us though.  I know it will but its still hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-2867332521520776263?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2867332521520776263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2867332521520776263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2867332521520776263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2867332521520776263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/02/january-and-little-bit-of-february.html' title='January and a little bit of February'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S3ShmH-Cf1I/AAAAAAAABDw/qNQ8BsB2wu8/s72-c/DSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6659796639320950431</id><published>2010-01-08T15:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:01:31.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie's Vitamins</title><content type='html'>I love giving her her vitamins everyday because she makes the funniest faces.  Here's a short clip of her (the video camera died)  but its still pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1531a0fcacc696f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1531a0fcacc696f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38ACD3C276F1882D001E6D07D14AA7C1F90D2F8D.3062C76D8FD0036750E5ED54D6275BD0CD529F1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1531a0fcacc696f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcDbgnZX1rZXLeBqmNyjdYY0H-OI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1531a0fcacc696f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302628%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38ACD3C276F1882D001E6D07D14AA7C1F90D2F8D.3062C76D8FD0036750E5ED54D6275BD0CD529F1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1531a0fcacc696f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcDbgnZX1rZXLeBqmNyjdYY0H-OI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6659796639320950431?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6659796639320950431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6659796639320950431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6659796639320950431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6659796639320950431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/01/sadies-vitamins.html' title='Sadie&apos;s Vitamins'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-2847273172806506891</id><published>2010-01-06T18:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:51:10.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little 2 month old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VYRkCdoDI/AAAAAAAABB0/iiLrZefUWjQ/s1600-h/BabyGirl+416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423838384992657458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VYRkCdoDI/AAAAAAAABB0/iiLrZefUWjQ/s320/BabyGirl+416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VZK0a0rWI/AAAAAAAABB8/HX7iuXZkNlk/s1600-h/BabyGirl+418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423839368642342242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VZK0a0rWI/AAAAAAAABB8/HX7iuXZkNlk/s200/BabyGirl+418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Our little Sadie Bug is getting so big! We had her 2 month appointment the other day. She was in the 75 percentile for her weight and 25 for her length. Our doctor just laughed when he told me this and said "Well she probably won't be a basketball player" I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with it, I think she's perfect! She is such a smiley baby with tons of personality. I'm so lucky to have a baby that doesn't cry. I don't know what I'm going to do if I get a baby with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colick&lt;/span&gt; or so&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VX53rh10I/AAAAAAAABBs/JWFdXTehVdE/s1600-h/BabyGirl+387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423837977948313410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VX53rh10I/AAAAAAAABBs/JWFdXTehVdE/s200/BabyGirl+387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mething. I won't know what to do. She has the bluest eyes and red hair so we call her our little Irish baby. She loves it when I read to her but her favorite thing is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Itsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bitsy&lt;/span&gt; Spider song. She has even started doing the hand motions with me which is so fun to see. Anytime she learns something new I get so proud of her. She also loves the TV. We have to put pillows and blankets in front of her to keep her from watching because she'll do a back bend just to see it. She hates tummy time and the hiccups (which she gets every time she eats) She yells right before she poops which is way funny at home but pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; at church. She's really good at sucking her left thumb but punches herself in the face with her right. She twirls her hair when she sucks her thumb. She loves dancing with her Daddy. She said "goo" the other day and we've been trying to get her to say it again ever since but she wont. Those are just a few of our favorite things about her. It would take forever to list everything. We love our little Bug so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423837734405186130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VXrsaUolI/AAAAAAAABBk/aupNF69BYd8/s320/BabyGirl+407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7880885708887969166-2847273172806506891?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/2847273172806506891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=2847273172806506891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2847273172806506891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/2847273172806506891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-little-2-month-old.html' title='Our little 2 month old!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/S0VYRkCdoDI/AAAAAAAABB0/iiLrZefUWjQ/s72-c/BabyGirl+416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-1458032239689808365</id><published>2009-12-28T12:26:00.021-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:00:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, this month went by fast! It was a month and a year of firsts for all of us. First of all on Dec. 12th it was our one year anniversary. We celebrated by going out for sushi. I forgot how much I love sushi, while you're pregnant you aren't supposed to eat it but it didn't stop me from craving it the whole time. It was torture! So that was my "first" time eating sushi since pregnancy. Looking back on the year I think its amazing that we started out as two and now we are a family of three. I love it. It really is a miracle to have a baby. I never thought I could love something as much as I love that little girl. It's like love but on a whole new level that doesn't have words to describe it and with this new capacity to be able to love I love my husband so much more too. I'm so thankful that he wanted to marry me! Here are some pictures showing our relationship as it has progressed from most recent to oldest (I couldn't figure out how to switch them, I'm still completely computer-illiterate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420391042315812546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkY7zzxfsI/AAAAAAAABBU/qmvWpqvrT8E/s320/BabyGirl+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BABY!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420390495762504098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkYb_vT2aI/AAAAAAAABBM/ksrfRUSkGTc/s320/Camie%2BBen+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honeymoon (cruise to mexico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420389740200935826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkXwBDZQZI/AAAAAAAABA8/k-SXcvLLzKI/s320/wedding+pics!+455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420379048720276114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkOBsLxGpI/AAAAAAAABAM/Y0uzRiGFkwg/s320/painting+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First dinner in our new apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420378494733431602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkNhcbAszI/AAAAAAAABAE/zWiXlijv6ds/s320/painting+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Painting our first apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420377264820512178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkMZ2o65bI/AAAAAAAAA_0/8LWNXZH8QNM/s320/Camie+007.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bowling together (Our first date "back together")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420375421709416418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkKukg_d-I/AAAAAAAAA_c/gOppSjvGuPM/s320/camie%2Bben+0011.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;First time going snowboarding together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420374083725164434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkJgsIr_5I/AAAAAAAAA_U/PHtsWHQWS1s/s320/camie%2Bben+0022.jpg" /&gt;Our first real date (we went to a rodeo in Ogden),&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420373594798606690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkJEOvgyWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LDwPtj9dsSY/s320/camie%2Bben+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the first time we met at the Mardi Gras party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sadie also experienced a few firsts. We were able to take her off the oxygen so it was her first time being completely wire/tube free. Her blessing was on the 6th so it was her first step to being with us forever. First time meeting Grandma and Grandpa Scott and Uncles Matt and Mic. First Utah State game which she loved, her little eyes were just darting everywhere taking it all in. First cold :( and finally first Christmas! She didn't really get effected much by her first Christmas. She actually just slept all day but it was still fun for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkUhCdEXaI/AAAAAAAABAs/J_Ofo46uAg4/s1600-h/BabyGirlto170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420386184344133026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkUhCdEXaI/AAAAAAAABAs/J_Ofo46uAg4/s200/BabyGirlto170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420387376505347426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkVmbmc3WI/AAAAAAAABA0/7zo5VllFREg/s200/BabyGirl+122.JPG" /&gt; Blessing day&lt;br /&gt;Tube/Wire Free!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-1458032239689808365?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/1458032239689808365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=1458032239689808365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1458032239689808365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1458032239689808365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SzkY7zzxfsI/AAAAAAAABBU/qmvWpqvrT8E/s72-c/BabyGirl+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-832360355906744911</id><published>2009-11-29T13:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:25:13.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Bruce, We'll miss you little animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SxLUCQGCdmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iW34v5L8VvA/s1600/BabyGirl+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409619237570508386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SxLUCQGCdmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iW34v5L8VvA/s320/BabyGirl+097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sad to say that this Tuesday we had to say goodbye to our little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brucey&lt;/span&gt;. We got a babysitter (first time leaving the baby with a non-family member, scary!) so that we could go to the Utah State basketball game. We ended up giving her Bruce as payment. I'm just happy he went to a good home. We had to get rid of him because he loved Sadie too much. Unfortunately cats like warm things to cuddle up next to and she's the warmest cuddliest thing in this place. I didn't want to have to worry about where Bruce was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; that we left the room. I've heard of cats suffocating babies by laying on them so with her breathing problems I really couldn't risk it. Also, Sadie's eyes would turn red and puff up whenever he was close to her. I think that she's allergic but Ben doesn't agree. He misses Bruce and said it was like giving away his son. It was a sad day at the Scott home :( .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SxLT0woywjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CnEwlRudD5c/s1600/BabyGirl+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409619005788045874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SxLT0woywjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CnEwlRudD5c/s320/BabyGirl+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-832360355906744911?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/832360355906744911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=832360355906744911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/832360355906744911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/832360355906744911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-bruce-well-miss-you-little.html' title='Goodbye Bruce, We&apos;ll miss you little animal'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SxLUCQGCdmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iW34v5L8VvA/s72-c/BabyGirl+097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-4050726743739791421</id><published>2009-11-21T19:14:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:42:54.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie's two week appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SwikUSoDDlI/AAAAAAAAANk/-iGaePBdWI8/s1600/CSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SwikUSoDDlI/AAAAAAAAANk/-iGaePBdWI8/s320/CSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406752021162430034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a little update on what's going on with Sadie.  We had her two week appointment on Friday.  I can't believe she's already two weeks!  She's changing so much already which is fun but at the same time really scary.  I just want her to stay little forever :(  She was in the 70% for her weight and 75% for her height.  Hopefully she keeps up with the height thing.  Maybe she wont be a small person like her parents.  One can only hope!  Her lungs are still pretty week.  The doctor finally explained it in a way that we would understand, basically since her body was putting so much effort into fighting off the infection the lungs and heart didn't develop how&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SwiktjW6aMI/AAAAAAAAANs/U9JT-mm9Cig/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406752455150692546" /&gt; they were supposed to.  So now we just have to work on getting her off of it slowly.  Yesterday she did 8 hours before she crashed.  Its pretty good considering the day before she only did 2.  Looks wise she looks just like her Dad.  Also there are a lot of similarities between her and her cousin Coltin.  Especially when her eyes go all wide.  I can't wait for them to meet!  She has her nights and days mixed up but its OK because she's just a really good baby all around.  She doesn't really cry unless she's really hungry.  She smiles all the time and I know its not just gas because a lot of the time its in response to us talking to her.  We finally figured out the whole breastfeeding thing which I'm so grateful for.  That was one of the most frustrating things I've ever had to learn.  For something so natural it sure takes a lot of work.  In a way her being in the NICU was sort of good for me because I had a ton of help figuring out how to be a Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-4050726743739791421?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/4050726743739791421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=4050726743739791421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4050726743739791421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/4050726743739791421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2009/11/sadies-two-week-appointment.html' title='Sadie&apos;s two week appointment'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SwikUSoDDlI/AAAAAAAAANk/-iGaePBdWI8/s72-c/CSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-7916851753635722165</id><published>2009-11-12T19:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:06:19.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Along came Sadie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SvzLf_sZ6kI/AAAAAAAAANM/Z8oMCdtnVF8/s1600-h/n744476577_5790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403417403471817282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SvzLf_sZ6kI/AAAAAAAAANM/Z8oMCdtnVF8/s400/n744476577_5790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadie Elizabeth Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born at 9:28pm on November 4th after 11 hours of labor and 1 hour of pushing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She weighed 8 Ibs 8 Oz and was 20.5 inches long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of people have been asking about why Sadie was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; so I thought I would just tell our whole story on here.  So, here goes...On the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October I had a "false alarm" where I thought my water had broken.  We went over to the hospital thinking we would be having a baby only to be sent home 3 hours later.  They were unable to get anymore fluid out to test.  They tried a lot of different things from swabbing me, checking my pad and having me walk the halls for and hour.  They even pushed on her head but still nothing came out.  They tried everything so I trusted them when they said it was just a pocket of bath water.  Labor didn't start either so I figured they were right.  The next few days were fine but by Wednesday I started leaking some fluid.  My pants would be wet but I had a doctors appointment on Friday so I decided to wait until then to see if anything was wrong.  I mentioned it but she didn't seem concerned.  I was at 3 cm and 100% effaced so the doctor stripped my membranes and sent me on my way.  On Saturday (Halloween) I went up to the Howl and watched some of the shows with Ben (he was working at the Howl).  While I was there I started feeling really sick so I went home to rest.  When Ben got home at 3:30am I got up to use the bathroom and I was &lt;strong&gt;soaked.  &lt;/strong&gt;So I called over to the hospital to see what I should do.  They told me to just come get checked.  We got there at 4am the nurse came in and checked me and told me I was 2cm and only 70% effaced.  So right away I knew she was an idiot.  I should have asked for another nurse but I didn't want to be rude.  When she checked the fluid she barely even swabbed me.  After that one little attempt she said it wasn't amniotic fluid and said that I could go.  Monday at the gym the fluid started turning bloody and just got worse and worse until Wednesday morning I couldn't handle it anymore.  I was feeling really sick and I knew something had to be wrong.  I was up all night the night before waiting till 8am for my doctors office to open.  I called right at 8 and they just told me to go over to the hospital.  They decided to keep me because it was only a day before my due date.  Throughout labor the babies heart wasn't doing very good her pulse was up in the 200's and they started to talk about doing a C-section.  Ben and I said a prayer together and the minute we said amen her pulse dropped down to 160.  I love the power of prayer!  It was an amazing experience for us.  Then I developed a really high fever and they started me on antibiotics.  The doctor said that my water had been broken for at least 4 or 5 days and that it was most likely a high tear.  When Sadie was born I tried to breast feed but she would get close to me and start freaking out.  When we got to mother and baby one of the nurses commented that her color wasn't very good so they took her to the NICU.  They said that since the amniotic sac had been broken for so long she most likely got an infection.  It got into her blood and lungs so she couldn't breath very well.  Thats why she was freaking out.  They kept her in the NICU for seven days so that she could go through a round of antibiotics and have her breathing monitored.  I guess the pathologist that looked at the placenta called my babies doctor and was like "Is this baby ok?" because the infection was so advanced.  He was really worried about her.  So thats it.  Sadie finished her 7 days of antibiotics on Wednesday and was able to come home.  We still don't know how long she'll have to be on Oxygen for but at least she's here!  We feel really lucky that it wasn't any worse and we love her more than anything.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-7916851753635722165?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/7916851753635722165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=7916851753635722165' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7916851753635722165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7916851753635722165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2009/11/along-came-sadie.html' title='Along came Sadie...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SvzLf_sZ6kI/AAAAAAAAANM/Z8oMCdtnVF8/s72-c/n744476577_5790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-1391418998596520262</id><published>2009-10-17T12:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:16:57.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/Stp6Gm2YwvI/AAAAAAAAANE/TFp5I3CA9og/s1600-h/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393757757656056562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/Stp6Gm2YwvI/AAAAAAAAANE/TFp5I3CA9og/s400/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that I haven't posted ANYTHING for almost a year! Wow! Time flies. So to fill everyone in on my year i'll give you the short version... On Dec. 12, 2008 I married the man of my dreams in the Salt Lake Temple, I love him more and more everyday. People always say the first year is the hardest but I don't know what they're talking about! Life is great. On the 13th of December we left for our honeymoon which was a cruise to Mexico. It was rainy but I still loved it...On February 26th we found out that we are expecting a little addition to our happy family. She's due Nov 5th but we think she'll be here sooner :-) I sure hope so because I don't think she'll fit much longer. We went to see the doctor yesterday and I'm 2 centimeters dialated and 75% effaced! Yay! I would have been pretty upset if there had been no progress. I really want her here before Halloween so I can dress her up. Well I have to go to my baby shower now so more later!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me as of a week ago,  I look like a pumkin in this shirt but its really comfortable and actually fits me.  My face is getting so swollen!  I can't wait to lose all this water weight.  Hope it comes off fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-1391418998596520262?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/1391418998596520262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=1391418998596520262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1391418998596520262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/1391418998596520262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/Stp6Gm2YwvI/AAAAAAAAANE/TFp5I3CA9og/s72-c/DSC_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-3179399302821726939</id><published>2008-11-17T07:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:32:49.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving A Cat A Bath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SSF_BmvTozI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0wktOCDaYm8/s1600-h/camie+738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269632704555754290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SSF_BmvTozI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0wktOCDaYm8/s400/camie+738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know this is Bruce (aka. THE Bruce, Satan)  Ever since he was a little kitten we've given him baths in hopes that he will eventually get used to them.  Unfortunately this isn't the case.  As you can see from the picture he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; ticked off.  Why are cats like this?  One good thing about it is after these baths he's really cuddly which makes us hate him a little less therefore helping him to live for one more week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-3179399302821726939?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/3179399302821726939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=3179399302821726939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3179399302821726939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/3179399302821726939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-cat-bath.html' title='Giving A Cat A Bath...'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SSF_BmvTozI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0wktOCDaYm8/s72-c/camie+738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8440958510998416829</id><published>2008-11-06T22:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:24:02.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,  my photographer Melissa posted Ben and my engagements on her blog.  She does a really good job!  Check our our pics and her other work at &lt;a href="http://www.melissakelseyphotography.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.melissakelseyphotography.&lt;wbr&gt;wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-8440958510998416829?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8440958510998416829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8440958510998416829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8440958510998416829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8440958510998416829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-everyone-my-photographer-melissa.html' title=''/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-8428688535437799357</id><published>2008-11-02T15:19:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:06:39.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4ycAh3JsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fySyWHCp49M/s1600-h/camie+257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264200471202440898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4ycAh3JsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fySyWHCp49M/s320/camie+257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4x34aLqVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/V7AQgtMOEaY/s1600-h/camie+271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264199850547456338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4x34aLqVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/V7AQgtMOEaY/s320/camie+271.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4qeY39g5I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ns9ceKLC190/s1600-h/camie+284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264191716004299666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4qeY39g5I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ns9ceKLC190/s320/camie+284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Halloween this year Ben and I decided to be an old married couple. We thought it might be funny to switch roles though. I got to be the old man and he got to be the old woman. I think we did a pretty great job! We went to the store and people stopped in their tracks to stare at us. I'm pretty sure they couldn't decide exactly what my gender was. Halloween is my favorite holliday. It's fun to be someone else for a day even if it is a dirty old man! I had a lot of fun with this costume at work. None of our donors would even look me in the eye. I changed my name tag to say Franky and I had candy in my pocket for the "little kids." I looked gross. I felt a little dumb because all of the other girls were dressed up all cutsy. I hate it that Halloween has become a chance for girls to be skanks. It makes those of us that who don't want to be skanks scared to dress up. Its destroying the holliday! I'm fighting it though. One year at a time. The first time I saw Ben all dressed up as a woman it scared me. I came home from work to find him sitting on the couch all dressed up. I was a little freaked out. He did the whole costume himself. I just had to do his makeup. I love how creative he is! I couldn't get enough of his "boobs" which were really balloons is a nursing braw. Neither could my friend &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4vb1mnX-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ey3B7rbWlCk/s1600-h/camie+378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264197169734705122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4vb1mnX-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ey3B7rbWlCk/s320/camie+378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bonnie. Most of the guys just said they couldn't even look hi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4w9mWRFaI/AAAAAAAAAME/qWq-aNCEcB8/s1600-h/camie+384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264198849266783650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4w9mWRFaI/AAAAAAAAAME/qWq-aNCEcB8/s320/camie+384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m in the eye.&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/7880885708887969166-8428688535437799357?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/8428688535437799357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=8428688535437799357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8428688535437799357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/8428688535437799357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/SQ4ycAh3JsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fySyWHCp49M/s72-c/camie+257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-7055767820140499202</id><published>2008-10-28T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:42:59.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of our engagements!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w497.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w497.photobucket.com/albums/rr338/camlar66/4034b9f6.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s497.photobucket.com/albums/rr338/camlar66/?action=view&amp;current=4034b9f6.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-7055767820140499202?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/7055767820140499202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=7055767820140499202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7055767820140499202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/7055767820140499202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-of-our-engagements.html' title='A few of our engagements!'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880885708887969166.post-6858692556210759834</id><published>2008-10-27T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:48:49.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first blog'/><title type='text'>Giving in to the BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so until recently this whole blogging thing has been a mystery to me. I had no idea why when people would take pictures almost always I would hear them say "Oh, I'm blogging that one." What finally introduced me to the blog was a bunch of my cousins had babies and the only way to see the pictures were to look at their Blogs. So here I am now creating my own. Finally. I really have no idea what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing but thanks to my lovely cousin Melanie's encouragement I decided to move forward with it. I'm familiar with the whole MySpace and Facebook thing but this is like the grown up version. I figure its about time to graduate to something more advanced. Plus, my future husband Ben is in the Army so this will be a perfect way to keep people updated without a daily phone call from my mother. (eek). If anyone has suggestions or tips let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880885708887969166-6858692556210759834?l=thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/feeds/6858692556210759834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880885708887969166&amp;postID=6858692556210759834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6858692556210759834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880885708887969166/posts/default/6858692556210759834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescottfamilybc.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-in-to-blog.html' title='Giving in to the BLOG'/><author><name>Camie Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bm-x6JimxhM/TUgfKvIIkQI/AAAAAAAAB80/ud4NqwNqV58/s220/044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
