<?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-3965974660188530069</id><updated>2012-02-08T22:06:38.871-05:00</updated><category term='Hunk and Beauty'/><title type='text'>WV GIRL</title><subtitle type='html'>hello people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-133092063690473077</id><published>2009-10-31T23:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:19:40.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper's Rock</title><content type='html'>Take a peek.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz9UzQRpYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NAuIziS5qto/s1600-h/coop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398968587108066690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz9UzQRpYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NAuIziS5qto/s320/coop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz9HXg1hSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TyDJgIG4c_k/s1600-h/cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398968356323034402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz9HXg1hSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TyDJgIG4c_k/s320/cooper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz88_Nu_qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-Kl7aJxDRU0/s1600-h/cooper+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398968178001772194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz88_Nu_qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-Kl7aJxDRU0/s320/cooper+trail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz8S9lsx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/biO9dWHeDrE/s1600-h/cooper+ky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967456010913746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz8S9lsx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/biO9dWHeDrE/s320/cooper+ky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz8Gd8VcZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Hvut0UcKrcg/s1600-h/spene+running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967241357488530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz8Gd8VcZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Hvut0UcKrcg/s320/spene+running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz77fo0ZWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QuTAmjFJAuE/s1600-h/ky+at+coopers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967052833940834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz77fo0ZWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QuTAmjFJAuE/s320/ky+at+coopers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz7t-KZlrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/er-bvMzh4s4/s1600-h/paul+and+ky+at+coopers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398966820509685426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz7t-KZlrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/er-bvMzh4s4/s320/paul+and+ky+at+coopers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a little bit of why I love West Virginia. (Although, I do miss my North Carolina friends). We were just a little bit early before the leaves really changed but it still is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-133092063690473077?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/133092063690473077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=133092063690473077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/133092063690473077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/133092063690473077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/10/cooper.html' title='Cooper&apos;s Rock'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Suz9UzQRpYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NAuIziS5qto/s72-c/coop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-6229163049261164452</id><published>2009-09-25T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:04:09.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UHS Homecoming 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sr2SS9xxJpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/t-QOT3C8DL0/s1600-h/kylie+in+corvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385621583923586706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sr2SS9xxJpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/t-QOT3C8DL0/s320/kylie+in+corvette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sr2SFiAsV5I/AAAAAAAAATw/2iHFTnq6G-I/s1600-h/in+front+of+corvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385621353131693970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sr2SFiAsV5I/AAAAAAAAATw/2iHFTnq6G-I/s320/in+front+of+corvette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sr2QtMq9bOI/AAAAAAAAATo/-MuaOyKPDaI/s1600-h/2009+homecoming+kylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385619835574906082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sr2QtMq9bOI/AAAAAAAAATo/-MuaOyKPDaI/s320/2009+homecoming+kylie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little future prom queen. Kylie made us so proud tonight at Homecoming. She got to ride in a corvette, throw candy to the crowd at the parade, and carry a bouquet of flowers for the court.  She did such a great job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-6229163049261164452?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/6229163049261164452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=6229163049261164452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6229163049261164452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6229163049261164452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/09/uhs-homecoming-2009.html' title='UHS Homecoming 2009'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sr2SS9xxJpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/t-QOT3C8DL0/s72-c/kylie+in+corvette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-7964869942548871661</id><published>2009-08-10T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:14:00.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a great time although a very emotional time for me at my going away party.  I will truly miss my great friends and co-workers.  Thank you all for taking the time to make it special for me.  I got some wonderful gifts, some will make me cry and some will make me laugh.  It has been a wonderful 10 years being here in Charlotte.  And thank you to the girls who took me out on Wednesday night to Kristopher's.  It was really special to me and I appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-S5ZSCEdI/AAAAAAAAATg/lQcH3uQVJjQ/s1600-h/spencer+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368170795585638866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-S5ZSCEdI/AAAAAAAAATg/lQcH3uQVJjQ/s320/spencer+sleeping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-StBKvygI/AAAAAAAAATY/4k5w5jPvaXI/s1600-h/dr.+wells+and+kylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368170582954199554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-StBKvygI/AAAAAAAAATY/4k5w5jPvaXI/s320/dr.+wells+and+kylie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-SUcHbM0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/hSgjS5HSiHw/s1600-h/christina,+me,+christy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368170160691295042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-SUcHbM0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/hSgjS5HSiHw/s320/christina,+me,+christy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-R-Hj0c5I/AAAAAAAAATI/v6wLvCi8wCs/s1600-h/this+one+time+shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368169777216123794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-R-Hj0c5I/AAAAAAAAATI/v6wLvCi8wCs/s320/this+one+time+shirts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-RrRD-mXI/AAAAAAAAATA/goMGxJC0w-A/s1600-h/me+and+christina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368169453349411186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-RrRD-mXI/AAAAAAAAATA/goMGxJC0w-A/s320/me+and+christina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-RWTpopBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/X6mq3XpF5Xc/s1600-h/donna+stacy+christy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368169093266973714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-RWTpopBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/X6mq3XpF5Xc/s320/donna+stacy+christy.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;/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/3965974660188530069-7964869942548871661?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/7964869942548871661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=7964869942548871661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7964869942548871661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7964869942548871661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-had-great-time-although-very.html' title=''/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sn-S5ZSCEdI/AAAAAAAAATg/lQcH3uQVJjQ/s72-c/spencer+sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-597560912078855081</id><published>2009-08-09T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:13:58.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary to my honeybunny.  It's been 16 years and still counting.  We've been through a lot but have always pulled through.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-597560912078855081?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/597560912078855081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=597560912078855081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/597560912078855081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/597560912078855081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-4679609437389623795</id><published>2009-07-31T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:48:28.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BABY GIRL</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm ever going to have time to blog but maybe sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would like to say CONGRATS TO DANNY AND MELISSA WRIGHT ON THEIR NEW BABY GIRL, GEORGIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-4679609437389623795?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/4679609437389623795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=4679609437389623795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4679609437389623795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4679609437389623795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-baby-girl.html' title='NEW BABY GIRL'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-1729866783965066571</id><published>2009-07-12T00:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:51:36.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Babes 09</title><content type='html'>We had a good time with the entire family a few weeks ago at Myrtle Beach with the Lofstead's and the Croston's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SllqNpupY6I/AAAAAAAAASw/86oCorsG7hQ/s1600-h/lof4FAV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357430014506263458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SllqNpupY6I/AAAAAAAAASw/86oCorsG7hQ/s320/lof4FAV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lofstead's~ Chris, Diana, Hunter, Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SllpyIcxLpI/AAAAAAAAASo/tm9mL64o8LY/s1600-h/GroupFav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357429541716438674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SllpyIcxLpI/AAAAAAAAASo/tm9mL64o8LY/s320/GroupFav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              The Whole Gang~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sllov5RkIuI/AAAAAAAAASg/WiLrV1qZeBQ/s1600-h/Cro2KidsFav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357428403771548386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sllov5RkIuI/AAAAAAAAASg/WiLrV1qZeBQ/s320/Cro2KidsFav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sllokgl68BI/AAAAAAAAASY/F2Dfy2_ECVg/s1600-h/CroLof4Fav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357428208167481362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sllokgl68BI/AAAAAAAAASY/F2Dfy2_ECVg/s320/CroLof4Fav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Croston Siblings~ Gary, Diana, Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-1729866783965066571?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/1729866783965066571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=1729866783965066571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1729866783965066571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1729866783965066571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-babes-09.html' title='Beach Babes 09'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SllqNpupY6I/AAAAAAAAASw/86oCorsG7hQ/s72-c/lof4FAV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-3597225442653817484</id><published>2009-07-05T12:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:02:47.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th parade</title><content type='html'>We went to the Fourth of July parade in Indian Trail. We had lots of fun. After the parade we went driving to see if we could find any carnivals. We actually found one in Unionville but accidentally got in the middle of their parade. The crowd was waving at us. It was really embarrassing!!!!! Anyway, enjoy the pics of my little ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDawbkl-JI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZayocY8d534/s1600-h/July+4+09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355020482513336466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDawbkl-JI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZayocY8d534/s320/July+4+09+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie with Caleb and Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDaSzRM6tI/AAAAAAAAASI/uLb5pS51QSM/s1600-h/July+4+09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019973478378194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDaSzRM6tI/AAAAAAAAASI/uLb5pS51QSM/s320/July+4+09+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer watching a fire truck go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDZ5Dtk11I/AAAAAAAAASA/VMG9VTItNMM/s1600-h/July+4+09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019531215755090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDZ5Dtk11I/AAAAAAAAASA/VMG9VTItNMM/s320/July+4+09+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylie and her friend, Joseph&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDZaZvfv3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/iwx9OGE8u2I/s1600-h/July+4+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019004553445234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDZaZvfv3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/iwx9OGE8u2I/s320/July+4+09+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks like such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-3597225442653817484?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/3597225442653817484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=3597225442653817484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3597225442653817484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3597225442653817484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-went-to-fourth-of-july-parade-in.html' title='July 4th parade'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SlDawbkl-JI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZayocY8d534/s72-c/July+4+09+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-7996407311304562991</id><published>2009-06-28T21:36:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:55:22.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SkgebeyJlBI/AAAAAAAAARw/cQf_xSh21D8/s1600-h/cartwheels+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352561614598542354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SkgebeyJlBI/AAAAAAAAARw/cQf_xSh21D8/s320/cartwheels+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SkgeF-ogqDI/AAAAAAAAARo/B5QqoQ62eHQ/s1600-h/cartwheels+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352561245190924338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SkgeF-ogqDI/AAAAAAAAARo/B5QqoQ62eHQ/s320/cartwheels+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Skgd0oRMFnI/AAAAAAAAARg/RikQyXGvmL8/s1600-h/cartwheels+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352560947129751154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Skgd0oRMFnI/AAAAAAAAARg/RikQyXGvmL8/s320/cartwheels+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352557775849178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Skga8CU-xGI/AAAAAAAAARA/yxwm4yAqJdg/s320/cartwheels+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to do absolutely nothing this weekend. Making chocolate milkshakes, doing cartwheels in the grass (even I did cartwheels), making bubbles while mowing the grass, and yes, even teaching Kylie how to do the moon walk. Paul does it really well believe it or not. It was a nice enjoyable weekend with alot of family time. Thank you, dear family. I needed some "us" time.&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/3965974660188530069-7996407311304562991?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/7996407311304562991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=7996407311304562991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7996407311304562991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7996407311304562991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoying-weekend.html' title='Enjoying the weekend'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SkgebeyJlBI/AAAAAAAAARw/cQf_xSh21D8/s72-c/cartwheels+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-4681347373800353492</id><published>2009-06-21T22:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:56:47.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day to my wonderful hubby. Spencer got into the action and helped clean the house. Like father like son. Kylie and her daddy made Smores together. Then she gave him a chocolatey kiss! Also Happy Father's Day to my daddy.  Hope you are feeling better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sj7v4aSXOeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kLNbqlgDmVo/s1600-h/father%3Bs+day+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349977159770782178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sj7v4aSXOeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kLNbqlgDmVo/s320/father%3Bs+day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sj7vkSMus0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pkDsP-n5kL8/s1600-h/father%3Bs+day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976814002287426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sj7vkSMus0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pkDsP-n5kL8/s320/father%3Bs+day+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sj7vQma5kUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/tOjXM6gVpiw/s1600-h/father%3Bs+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976475833045314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sj7vQma5kUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/tOjXM6gVpiw/s320/father%3Bs+day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-4681347373800353492?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/4681347373800353492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=4681347373800353492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4681347373800353492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4681347373800353492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sj7v4aSXOeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kLNbqlgDmVo/s72-c/father%3Bs+day+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-7038030756446288189</id><published>2009-06-13T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:49:11.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sleeping Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SjQeuEzeKeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hy9G3nNMvho/s1600-h/sleeping+men+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346932434508065250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SjQeuEzeKeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hy9G3nNMvho/s320/sleeping+men+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad I could capture this pose of my sweet men. Tired little guys after a busy day of playing.&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/3965974660188530069-7038030756446288189?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/7038030756446288189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=7038030756446288189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7038030756446288189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7038030756446288189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sleeping-men.html' title='My Sleeping Men'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SjQeuEzeKeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hy9G3nNMvho/s72-c/sleeping+men+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-4396000699879879479</id><published>2009-06-07T22:31:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:53:38.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach 09</title><content type='html'>Ok so maybe I got a little carried away with the pics but I wanted to show off my kiddos and my nephews, Hunter and Evan. They haven't seen each other in about 4 years.  Evan was only 2 months old when we saw him last.  We met up with Paul's sister, Diana and hubby Chris. Paul's brother, Gary and wife Kari were there as well as Paul's mom and dad.  We had a good time.  Check out my pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six7KFWkX-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/EdPOnfwBlGg/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344782270947680226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six7KFWkX-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/EdPOnfwBlGg/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             Kylie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six6xIk3QpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z-bYb-wkSfA/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781842316214930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six6xIk3QpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z-bYb-wkSfA/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Hunter,5 and Evan,3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six6dOWIu8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-Sb2mUz9iOs/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781500267674562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six6dOWIu8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-Sb2mUz9iOs/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           Kylie and Spencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six6CJnbiPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5janqQktF1w/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781035141564658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six6CJnbiPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5janqQktF1w/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Spencer,1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six5uSfpyqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6z15rBsYMvM/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+4+09+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780693927479970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six5uSfpyqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6z15rBsYMvM/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+4+09+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Evan, Kylie, and Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six5ZTGQDrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/twNUgT4HbAU/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780333312118450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six5ZTGQDrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/twNUgT4HbAU/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six48_JdQYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hqj9RzPiOxo/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344779846920520066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six48_JdQYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hqj9RzPiOxo/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            Spencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six4fMQrbsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Kn3nzb6Q2Lc/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344779335044394690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six4fMQrbsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Kn3nzb6Q2Lc/s320/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Me and my babies&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-4396000699879879479?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/4396000699879879479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=4396000699879879479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4396000699879879479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4396000699879879479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/06/myrtle-beach-09.html' title='Myrtle Beach 09'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Six7KFWkX-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/EdPOnfwBlGg/s72-c/Myrtle+Beach+June+5+09+all+family+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-3356418682195787269</id><published>2009-05-31T23:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:27:29.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer's first time in a real pool...he absolutely loved it. Too bad Daddy wasn't there for it. It killed him that he wasn't. He was playing in a golf tournament. I'm sure he had his own fun. Spencer laughed and kicked in the water and had a blast. Kylie had fun jumping in the water with her friend Lucas. I had fun but now I am in much pain from a sunburn. I can't move without hurting and I am even taking tylenol for pain. I don't usually complain much about being in pain but this really hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342194943836740098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SiNJ_0xG2gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aL5EJrAc38s/s320/spencer+and+kylie+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342194503438245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SiNJmMJ7HmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HYSIHkkiMVs/s320/swimming+09+meriweather+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342192712067459410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SiNH96x2KVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PEgV5hZmibk/s320/swimming+09+meriweather+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342192289451955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SiNHlUadU0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/LzYOtYZ9nqA/s320/us+in+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-3356418682195787269?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/3356418682195787269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=3356418682195787269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3356418682195787269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3356418682195787269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SiNJ_0xG2gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aL5EJrAc38s/s72-c/spencer+and+kylie+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-1113437610762002495</id><published>2009-05-29T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:07:24.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Mountaineers</title><content type='html'>My little Mountaineers and their matching outfits. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh9Chc9ZW5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5uFrUvv8v-Q/s1600-h/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060825561521042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh9Chc9ZW5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5uFrUvv8v-Q/s320/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh9CMcc4sFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TAyoiZnM6Ds/s1600-h/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060464647909458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh9CMcc4sFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TAyoiZnM6Ds/s320/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh9B1WOdwGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lOEz36Csz3k/s1600-h/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060067839819874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh9B1WOdwGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lOEz36Csz3k/s320/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-1113437610762002495?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/1113437610762002495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=1113437610762002495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1113437610762002495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1113437610762002495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-mountaineers.html' title='Lil Mountaineers'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh9Chc9ZW5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5uFrUvv8v-Q/s72-c/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-893737636976275050</id><published>2009-05-28T21:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:49:35.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh8-sQsh_oI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2lSDXttDVPg/s1600-h/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341056613201608322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh8-sQsh_oI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2lSDXttDVPg/s320/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         I'm a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big One Year Old!!!! He didn't have too much interest in the cake. We had to persuade him to get into it...surprisingly since he gets into everything else. Please excuse the problem I was having with the camera opening (the black spot on the edges.) Anyway my little boy is growing up. No more bottles or formula (yeah). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341055761656713810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh896scaElI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DwYjMUeqGDk/s320/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+088.jpg" border="0" /&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/3965974660188530069-893737636976275050?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/893737636976275050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=893737636976275050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/893737636976275050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/893737636976275050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sh8-sQsh_oI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2lSDXttDVPg/s72-c/spencer+and+kylie+5-09+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-3089821704290933200</id><published>2009-05-11T19:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:00:00.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Wheeler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sgi7h3Q7XNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Nv3xQCweBWI/s1600-h/kilie+bike+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334719949065379026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sgi7h3Q7XNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Nv3xQCweBWI/s320/kilie+bike+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah!!!!  Kylie finally learned how to ride her bike. No more training wheels!!!!  She is so proud of herself and so are we.  She has so much fun riding her bike!&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/3965974660188530069-3089821704290933200?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/3089821704290933200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=3089821704290933200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3089821704290933200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3089821704290933200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-wheeler.html' title='Two Wheeler'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sgi7h3Q7XNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Nv3xQCweBWI/s72-c/kilie+bike+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-9114292877384063703</id><published>2009-05-03T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:09:18.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Growin' Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5OQ8D3hmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Q6AaOrW4gAY/s1600-h/kylie,lucas,+spencer+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331785061760468578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5OQ8D3hmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Q6AaOrW4gAY/s320/kylie,lucas,+spencer+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5NAP--nMI/AAAAAAAAANc/5f-3e9KWR4U/s1600-h/kylie,lucas,+spencer+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331783675539266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5NAP--nMI/AAAAAAAAANc/5f-3e9KWR4U/s320/kylie,lucas,+spencer+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I know McDonalds isn't the best thing for an 11 month old to be eating...but hey, every once in a while isn't so bad. He wouldn't let me tear little pieces off for him to eat. He thinks he's a big boy already and insists on feeding himself. Well, he is a big boy...bigger than I want him to be right now. It's just too soon for him to be almost 1 year old!!!!&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/3965974660188530069-9114292877384063703?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/9114292877384063703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=9114292877384063703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/9114292877384063703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/9114292877384063703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-growin-boy.html' title='My Growin&apos; Boy'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5OQ8D3hmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Q6AaOrW4gAY/s72-c/kylie,lucas,+spencer+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-6225262684297071966</id><published>2009-04-03T09:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:55:35.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>card games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SdYURLic1BI/AAAAAAAAANU/54Yr_yndnsc/s1600-h/skip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320462295172437010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SdYURLic1BI/AAAAAAAAANU/54Yr_yndnsc/s320/skip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SdYUD1v4L8I/AAAAAAAAANM/kq8mYa919I0/s1600-h/phase+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320462065984876482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SdYUD1v4L8I/AAAAAAAAANM/kq8mYa919I0/s320/phase+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lunchtime ritual at work is to play cards.  Now that we have completely worn out our Phase 10 cards we have moved on to Skip Bo.  It's a lot of fun. But we are maniacs when it comes to our card games.  What's so crazy is that we even played on the plane during our trip to LA and into the wee hours during our stay!  Crazy but true!!! &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/3965974660188530069-6225262684297071966?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/6225262684297071966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=6225262684297071966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6225262684297071966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6225262684297071966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/04/card-games.html' title='card games'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SdYURLic1BI/AAAAAAAAANU/54Yr_yndnsc/s72-c/skip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-423585634017424947</id><published>2009-03-28T12:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:22:40.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies make my heart smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sc5M2d3VihI/AAAAAAAAANE/icMCipPDLqw/s1600-h/sepia_of_both.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318272708584507922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sc5M2d3VihI/AAAAAAAAANE/icMCipPDLqw/s320/sepia_of_both.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When stressful times arise I try to count on the man upstairs.  But one other thing that helps is thinking of my kids and it makes my heart smile.  Although this picture is when Spencer was a newborn...he is 10 months old today... it is one of my very favorite pictures.  And what is so amazing is that Kylie still loves her baby brother today just as much as this picture shows.  She kisses him everyday and tells him how much she loves him.  And Spencer responds to that with his bright smile and is now hugging her.  He definitely knows his big sister. It makes me know how blessed I am to have such wonderful kids.  It keeps my chin up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-423585634017424947?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/423585634017424947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=423585634017424947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/423585634017424947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/423585634017424947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-babies-make-my-heart-smile.html' title='My babies make my heart smile'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sc5M2d3VihI/AAAAAAAAANE/icMCipPDLqw/s72-c/sepia_of_both.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-5871355404618412103</id><published>2009-03-27T14:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:39:02.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD BOY</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I couldn't find an appropriate picture to add so I'll just come out and tell you what a bad boy I have. I went to pick Spencer up at daycare the other day and one of his teachers told me a very funny story...not just funny but make you loose your breath from laughing kind of funny...at least for me it was. Spencer was crawling over to his teacher and tried to pull up to her in order to stand up. Well low and behold (no pun intended), her pants became low and held. Spencer grabbed on to her pants and pulled them down to her ankles! She was so embarrased. Luckily no one was around other than one other teacher and the other infants. Hee Hee...I hope this isn't the start of something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-5871355404618412103?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/5871355404618412103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=5871355404618412103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5871355404618412103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5871355404618412103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-get-caught-with-your-pants-down.html' title='BAD BOY'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-5143503105612269669</id><published>2009-03-23T22:20:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:30:15.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe it</title><content type='html'>Well, Kylie begged and begged us to let her cut her hair. Well, here it is. Not quite sure what I think of it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SchE0oqlvEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3TT7P9rXB6o/s1600-h/kylie%27s+haircut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316575031170808898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SchE0oqlvEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3TT7P9rXB6o/s320/kylie%27s+haircut+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SchEi73ManI/AAAAAAAAAM0/paNEY2IyVQI/s1600-h/kylie%27s+haircut+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574727086303858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SchEi73ManI/AAAAAAAAAM0/paNEY2IyVQI/s320/kylie%27s+haircut+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SchEKCSrH5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/EJtAYSCYrmM/s1600-h/kylie%27s+haircut+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574299315445650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SchEKCSrH5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/EJtAYSCYrmM/s320/kylie%27s+haircut+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-5143503105612269669?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/5143503105612269669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=5143503105612269669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5143503105612269669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5143503105612269669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-believe-it.html' title='Can&apos;t believe it'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SchE0oqlvEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3TT7P9rXB6o/s72-c/kylie%27s+haircut+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-3950906227726967483</id><published>2009-03-05T14:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:51:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamrock Shake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SbArunpWPzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FlWa3dLp7V8/s1600-h/sh+shake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309792040586198834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SbArunpWPzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FlWa3dLp7V8/s320/sh+shake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you.  My growling to McDonald's has paid off.  I so missed the Shamrock shake.  I wrote to them quite a while ago asking them why I can't have my most favorite shake in the whole wide world.  It came once last year during the Shrek movie.  I have always had to go home to WV to get this wonderful shake...not a bad excuse to go, I might add.  I can not wait to have one.  I can taste it as I type.  If there is one thing my family knows about me it is my love for this yummy shake.  For all the southerners you have got to try it.  It is a great way to welcome spring on its way!  Yummy, yummy, yummy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-3950906227726967483?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/3950906227726967483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=3950906227726967483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3950906227726967483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/3950906227726967483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/03/shamrock-shake.html' title='Shamrock Shake!'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SbArunpWPzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FlWa3dLp7V8/s72-c/sh+shake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-6205539348049207873</id><published>2009-02-21T01:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:40:39.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SZ-hpJs928I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yzKfBrHgVNs/s1600-h/Fireproof_dvd_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305136614416964546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SZ-hpJs928I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yzKfBrHgVNs/s320/Fireproof_dvd_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A must see for all couples...GREAT!!!!&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/3965974660188530069-6205539348049207873?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/6205539348049207873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=6205539348049207873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6205539348049207873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6205539348049207873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/02/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SZ-hpJs928I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yzKfBrHgVNs/s72-c/Fireproof_dvd_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-4107962539117335020</id><published>2009-02-06T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:00:33.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx9_Ydj5oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/inEDm3ynTxw/s1600-h/perm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299749389359900290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx9_Ydj5oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/inEDm3ynTxw/s320/perm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx90n3UsSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mM1YEOkg6Mg/s1600-h/perm+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299749204515926306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx90n3UsSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mM1YEOkg6Mg/s320/perm+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little performer did such a great job in the first grade performance, "The Big Chill." Kylie was so proud of herself. She had a speaking part and was so excited to do it.  She played Mrs. McConkey.  Great job, Kylie Bug!!!!&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/3965974660188530069-4107962539117335020?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/4107962539117335020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=4107962539117335020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4107962539117335020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4107962539117335020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-chill.html' title='The Big Chill'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx9_Ydj5oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/inEDm3ynTxw/s72-c/perm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-50150894846481824</id><published>2009-02-06T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:00:28.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE DINNER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx5uwGJBaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Vas9b2fZfTE/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299744705599833506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx5uwGJBaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Vas9b2fZfTE/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TA DA!!!  For all of you that know me well, you know I don't cook. Again...it's not because I refuse...It's because Little Ol Paul loves it that much.  Well, I thought I would surprise him with this delicious dish called Jalepeno Chicken.  It is very, very yummy.  He said it was the best meal he's ever had...counting mine and his.  So ha!!!  I really can cook. &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/3965974660188530069-50150894846481824?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=59405e20682a18ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/50150894846481824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=50150894846481824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/50150894846481824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/50150894846481824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-made-dinner.html' title='I MADE DINNER!!!'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SYx5uwGJBaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Vas9b2fZfTE/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-5428252272147709110</id><published>2009-01-20T16:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:33:47.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy It While It Lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SXZB1klbMxI/AAAAAAAAALw/-rGE7o-6isM/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293490800630117138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SXZB1klbMxI/AAAAAAAAALw/-rGE7o-6isM/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hooray for snow!!!! Thank you, Monica for taking this pic! At least it doesn't show my red sweats, purple and pink striped fuzzy sock slippers and my bright yellow t-shirt. We only wish daddy was here to join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-5428252272147709110?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/5428252272147709110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=5428252272147709110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5428252272147709110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5428252272147709110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooray-for-snow-thank-you-monica-for.html' title='Enjoy It While It Lasts'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SXZB1klbMxI/AAAAAAAAALw/-rGE7o-6isM/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-2384283574561322867</id><published>2009-01-09T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:43:25.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover your ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SWbjlvR3poI/AAAAAAAAALo/hHKdbXGZEYs/s1600-h/snore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289165049879307906" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SWbjlvR3poI/AAAAAAAAALo/hHKdbXGZEYs/s320/snore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snoring makes my blood boil. I can't think straight. Nothing in this world gets my tail feathers in a ruffle like a snoring person...well Paul's snoring. It absolutely drives me bonkers. He makes the windows rattle. I should record it and let everyone hear it but he would kill me. My boss has heard him snore because of going on golf trips together and because of living together so he could tell you how bad it is. I think there should be some kind of contest for this. I wonder if he could win us some money for it. Then it might not seem so bad.&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/3965974660188530069-2384283574561322867?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/2384283574561322867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=2384283574561322867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/2384283574561322867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/2384283574561322867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/01/cover-your-ears.html' title='Cover your ears'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SWbjlvR3poI/AAAAAAAAALo/hHKdbXGZEYs/s72-c/snore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-7032927271773501540</id><published>2009-01-02T07:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:56:27.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SV4OmdwF6-I/AAAAAAAAALg/_6ZnO5zuvYg/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286679066563701730" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SV4OmdwF6-I/AAAAAAAAALg/_6ZnO5zuvYg/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na, Na Na-Na.  You say it's your birthay.... Have a good one ol pal, Ashley!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-7032927271773501540?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/7032927271773501540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=7032927271773501540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7032927271773501540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7032927271773501540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SV4OmdwF6-I/AAAAAAAAALg/_6ZnO5zuvYg/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-7849801060454599660</id><published>2008-12-29T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:43:50.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my tooth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVmmDcy_23I/AAAAAAAAALQ/t2MwkxZ06CI/s1600-h/tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285438215895898994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVmmDcy_23I/AAAAAAAAALQ/t2MwkxZ06CI/s320/tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tooth lost.  Finally....that silly tooth has been hanging around for a while now.  She has a couple of others loose also but there's nothing like having your two front teeth out at the same time!!!!  She was wanting to wait to have Mrs. Plyler take it out.  What a stab that is to me!!!!...being that I'm in the dental field and all...She says Mrs. Plyler is a professional tooth taker outer.  What am I? Chopped liver?  Oh well.  Hope the Tooth Fairy is good to her!!!!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-7849801060454599660?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/7849801060454599660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=7849801060454599660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7849801060454599660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7849801060454599660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-my-tooth.html' title='Where&apos;s my tooth?'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVmmDcy_23I/AAAAAAAAALQ/t2MwkxZ06CI/s72-c/tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-232258689218806205</id><published>2008-12-24T01:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:23:53.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr!  But I like it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temperature got down to 9 degrees in Morgantown this weekend. When it gets that cold it doesn't matter. It all feels the same. Seeing some snow would have been nice but I only got to see a few flurries. We went to a family party at Paul's cousin's house. We had a good time. Kylie got to play with a few of her cousins and Spencer got to make lots of smiles and coos. I on the other hand ended up in Urgent Care due to a terrible sinus infection and I am still feeling the pain. I spent about 6 1/2 hours in bed on Sunday due to exhaustion, a clogged nose and very painful face. I didn't even know I had visitors. My poor mom and sister and her family have the vomiting sickness that's been going around. I got out of there just in time...although we already had it. Anyway... I was able to get a couple of good pictures with everything that went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUGWi83ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Accuo3zKz_U/s1600-h/99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237043478781330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUGWi83ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Accuo3zKz_U/s320/99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUY_LMybI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CiuU4R1nPj8/s1600-h/steeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237363622660530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUY_LMybI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CiuU4R1nPj8/s320/steeler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUn6ggL3I/AAAAAAAAALA/aTKBp3FVV7E/s1600-h/both.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237620067872626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUn6ggL3I/AAAAAAAAALA/aTKBp3FVV7E/s320/both.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUwJrG2MI/AAAAAAAAALI/4WjC01khjNg/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237761577834690" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUwJrG2MI/AAAAAAAAALI/4WjC01khjNg/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-232258689218806205?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/232258689218806205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=232258689218806205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/232258689218806205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/232258689218806205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/12/brrrrr-but-i-like-it.html' title='Brrrrr!  But I like it!!!!'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SVHUGWi83ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Accuo3zKz_U/s72-c/99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-1525600446387605390</id><published>2008-12-10T22:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:45:47.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>My babies are growing up. I can't stand it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCMIE4KdbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0VYzhizcBBk/s1600-h/kylie+kissing+spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278372833654371762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCMIE4KdbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0VYzhizcBBk/s320/kylie+kissing+spencer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibling Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCLvhqCioI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K1TEj0TLim4/s1600-h/blue+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278372411883031170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCLvhqCioI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K1TEj0TLim4/s320/blue+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ol Blue Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCLeFMI_SI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hLsVOoxMJcc/s1600-h/under+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278372112183655714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCLeFMI_SI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hLsVOoxMJcc/s320/under+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCLNN9fYXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sVdvRZfrduM/s1600-h/beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371822480351602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCLNN9fYXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sVdvRZfrduM/s320/beads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to decorate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCK8-UhcYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Syt-XzGAWGw/s1600-h/ky+beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371543404081538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCK8-UhcYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Syt-XzGAWGw/s320/ky+beads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-1525600446387605390?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/1525600446387605390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=1525600446387605390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1525600446387605390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1525600446387605390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/12/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SUCMIE4KdbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0VYzhizcBBk/s72-c/kylie+kissing+spencer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-8063360471554522940</id><published>2008-12-06T23:43:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:51:18.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, first of all, I do apologize for such a long blog.  I can't seem to get my slideshow to work properly.  So please try to enjoy all the scrolling.  Each year our wonderful boss has a fantastic Christmas party for us at his house.  We all bring a dish.  He supplies the ham and turkey and drinks and a whole lot more.  We are so fortunate to have jobs the way the economy is right now so it makes it that much more appreciated. But I don't think anyone could have as good of a boss as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtZc6q22oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cFYnk6TNO08/s1600-h/food+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276909741714889346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtZc6q22oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cFYnk6TNO08/s320/food+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the dinner party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtZI_KIgBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/f0ieGkrxDnc/s1600-h/kim,+christy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276909399322427410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtZI_KIgBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/f0ieGkrxDnc/s320/kim,+christy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim and Christy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtYxHt9rGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8YTmE9n-HvM/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908989303336034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtYxHt9rGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8YTmE9n-HvM/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Christina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtX61RYS6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TQPozYgtmt8/s1600-h/don+kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908056638671778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtX61RYS6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TQPozYgtmt8/s320/don+kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donna and Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910001395216210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtZsCDeL1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ahJ5cuWooyA/s320/blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a White Elephant gift exchange.  Everyone usually keeps what gift they choose.  But this year Donna opened a very soft blanket that everyone oohed and ahhed over and pictured themselves wrapped snuggly in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtaKefpZiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4n4W-hd9nBo/s1600-h/blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910524425659938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtaKefpZiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4n4W-hd9nBo/s320/blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take anyother look, 'cause Christina stole the blanket from Donna.  Prior to the theft, Donna was giving her sad story about how much she needed a blanket because she was having heater problems at home.  But that didn't seem to stop Christina!  She had to have that blanket!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtYRsVNE8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ywVaFubog1U/s1600-h/pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908449375785922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtYRsVNE8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ywVaFubog1U/s320/pyramid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just some lame Christmas party... We make sure we make the most of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtXmxrO6CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SPZMIOc1h6M/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276907712075982882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtXmxrO6CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SPZMIOc1h6M/s320/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the "Boss Man" comes into play.  He always thinks of clever ideas to make the party interesting.  This is a money jar to guess how much money is in it.  All $1.00 bills.  Any guesses?   Oh, and by the way, I won!!!!  I guessed $35.00.  The exact amount was $43.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtYkfpEuqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ig1CnuGoznE/s1600-h/dice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908772386978466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtYkfpEuqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ig1CnuGoznE/s320/dice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is this you ask?  Dr. Wells gave us 3 tries to roll the dice to see whose added to the highest.  And who rolled this you ask?  Why, I do believe it was me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtW88NSxdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zc0oT3zEOjw/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276906993348691410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtW88NSxdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zc0oT3zEOjw/s320/rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock, Paper, Scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtWmczVgSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U4f57ZIlU3Y/s1600-h/board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276906606961197346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtWmczVgSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U4f57ZIlU3Y/s320/board.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, all these games (money guess, dice rolling, Rock, Paper, Scissors, and trivia questions) are played and everytime you win or get a correct answer you get to put your initials on the board.  Then Dr. Wells draws cards from a deck and if he lands on your square, you win.  Christy and Donna were the big winners of that. (Lucky them- I'll keep that amount to myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtWOjSvotI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ya3NNqZz09s/s1600-h/ch+brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276906196386685650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtWOjSvotI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ya3NNqZz09s/s320/ch+brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last fun thing of the night was covering Charlie Brown up with a bag. (Only a prank...I love Charlie Brown!)  Dr. Wells and I have an ongoing argument about what color Charlie Brown's shirt is.  I say yellow and black...he says orange and black.  Little does he realize that in this scene he is wearing an orange winter coat--over top his yellow shirt.  Of course he's going to buy this yard decoration because he has on orange but the majority of the time he is wearing yellow.  Who is with me on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtXRZy2sAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/weXXMwjL9JE/s1600-h/winnings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276907344888246274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtXRZy2sAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/weXXMwjL9JE/s320/winnings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final thing we do at the party is another type of gift exchange.  Over the course of the year we get free things when we order supplies.  We save them all year long and then have a drawing at the Christmas party to see who gets them.  This is what Paul and I won.  A black luggage bag, grill set with steak knives, steaks, $25.00 Macy's card, MP3 player, $25.00 Home Depot card, wet/dry vac, full service car wash. The slippers, cocoa, bracelet, reed diffusers, steaks, and wine are from the exchange.  Needless to say, we made out pretty well.  We had a great time and LOTS of laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-8063360471554522940?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/8063360471554522940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=8063360471554522940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8063360471554522940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8063360471554522940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/12/office-christmas-party.html' title='OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/STtZc6q22oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cFYnk6TNO08/s72-c/food+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-7853439111837309614</id><published>2008-11-27T00:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:46:48.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Showing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SS4x64Y_AFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2bzokPRm1cw/s1600-h/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273207101336780882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SS4x64Y_AFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2bzokPRm1cw/s320/elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIVING ROOM CARPET--about $600 (just guessing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELMO DOLL--about $30.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAUL ON THE CARPET PLAYING WITH AN ELMO DOLL--PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, Paul absolutely can not stand Elmo for some reason. He's such a cute little red guy and he means no harm to anyone. But Paul just steams when he sees Elmo, which by the way is definately the reason why my dear friend &lt;a href="http://ashleyddgs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley &lt;/a&gt;has given us the doll along with a couple other things. Hee Hee. I guess this proves that when it comes to spending playtime with your kids you'll be willing to put up with anything. What a good daddy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-7853439111837309614?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/7853439111837309614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=7853439111837309614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7853439111837309614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7853439111837309614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/11/rare-showing.html' title='Rare Showing'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SS4x64Y_AFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2bzokPRm1cw/s72-c/elmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-1268209447066758136</id><published>2008-11-24T21:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:07:21.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like mother like daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStrY8KWGGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mzDCEmB9Av8/s1600-h/kylie+in+snow+11-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272425864977848418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStrY8KWGGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mzDCEmB9Av8/s320/kylie+in+snow+11-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStrJxAygpI/AAAAAAAAAII/2jn-3LDi0Wc/s1600-h/eating+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272425604286939794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStrJxAygpI/AAAAAAAAAII/2jn-3LDi0Wc/s320/eating+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272425314559279218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStq45sVQHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9fw9gayDVz4/s320/croston+tees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStqiV3yiLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/332yHGd4cns/s1600-h/snowsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272424926986537138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStqiV3yiLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/332yHGd4cns/s320/snowsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, another trip to WV just to see the snow. Kylie loved it. She thought it was soooo deep! (only a couple inches) But to her it was fantastic. I have to admit, even one little snow flurry gets my heart racing. We had a good time playing in the snow. We also captured some other pictures. Please note the "Croston" tee shirts. My sister even asked me where Croston University was. Mind you she's a high school principal. She was having a blond moment even though there's not a blond hair on her body, except for maybe one of mine that may have landed on her! Anyway it's not like my sister to be an airhead. She's under a lot a stress right now. Santa brought all of us a "Croston" tee for Christmas last year. Aren't they cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-1268209447066758136?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/1268209447066758136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=1268209447066758136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1268209447066758136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1268209447066758136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like mother like daughter'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SStrY8KWGGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mzDCEmB9Av8/s72-c/kylie+in+snow+11-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-396738189039215314</id><published>2008-11-18T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:36:51.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized Golf Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRZrx9gcwSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CWrYp8SVGYo/s1600-h/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515320324800802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRZrx9gcwSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CWrYp8SVGYo/s320/ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this cool or what? Paul's friend Johnny got these golf balls printed for him. It was really nice of him to do that. He got two dozen printed with Kylie's name and two dozen printed with Spencer's name. It was for a golf tournament they were in recently. Johnny had others printed for his friends with their children's names too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-396738189039215314?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/396738189039215314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=396738189039215314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/396738189039215314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/396738189039215314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/11/personalized-golf-balls.html' title='Personalized Golf Balls'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRZrx9gcwSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CWrYp8SVGYo/s72-c/ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-5325609504720613458</id><published>2008-11-07T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:22:53.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ruined Mailbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRZlgqZVnpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CEjENruCltc/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266508426067156626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRZlgqZVnpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CEjENruCltc/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am minding my own business on Friday trying to do some housework when my doorbell rings. It was a neighbor telling me my mailbox has been run over. I look over and it is laying completely on its side and bent all up. Even the base which is in concrete is out of the ground. She pointed to the truck that ran over it. I took off walking towards the truck. What would I say? I didn't want to be rude but my mailbox was ruined. I could never be rude. I was afraid to approach him. What if he denied it? Then what would I say? I was talking on the phone to Rebecca at the time. She was coaching me on what to say until my range ended on my phone. When I got up to the guy he was on the phone telling his superiors what had happened. He finally said he would come down and take pictures and get my name, etc. When he was giving me his name and phone number he stated that he hoped he wouldn't get fired over this. What if he does? That would be horrible! Poor guy.  Should I just forget about it and pay for it myself? I don't have a clue how much a new one would be. I do know it has to match the other mailboxes in the neiborhood. I guess I need to contact the homeowners association. Any advice?&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/3965974660188530069-5325609504720613458?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/5325609504720613458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=5325609504720613458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5325609504720613458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5325609504720613458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-ruined-mailbox.html' title='My Ruined Mailbox'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRZlgqZVnpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CEjENruCltc/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-2183372309147030926</id><published>2008-11-07T23:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:14:37.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG ON TRADITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRUS6wdYKbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KuPv6emX9Dc/s1600-h/old+cars+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266136139929495986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRUS6wdYKbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KuPv6emX9Dc/s320/old+cars+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may be silly but I like tradition. This shirt is a family shirt. It started as my nephew, Jonathan's shirt. He is now 12. Then it was my niece, Alexa's shirt. And, of course, Kylie and now Spencer's shirt. My dad has always been into cars and he couldn't resist this shirt for his grandbabies. Of course, at the time it was bought, only Jonny was in the picture. This shirt has been through many jars of baby food, drooling mouths, and of course lots of spitting up (especially from the master of spitting up--Spencer). We also have a Harley Davidson jacket that Spencer will be modeling very soon. I can't help my illness of tradition. I don't know why but it is just my thing. I also have a must when it comes to Thanksgiving and Christmas. Right after halloween I decorate for Thanksgiving. I don't have much but I do put a couple things out. Then the day of Thanksgiving is when we decorate for Christmas. Although I would love to do it before Thanksgiving I feel we shouldn't take away from Thanksgiving. So after dinner we run to the attic and pull everything down and start decorating. From then until January 2 we stay decorated. Here are some other tradtions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch every Christmas show possible as many times as we can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive around on Christmas Eve to look at Christmas lights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a note to Santa on Christmas Eve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read T'was the Night Before Christmas on Christmas Eve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get up around 5:00am on Christmas morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for snow everyday (people growl at me for that) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play Christmas music at night while we sleep(mainly Bing Crosy, Frank Sinatra)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of these things have been a tradition since I was a little girl. The thing I like the most was having my dad read T'was the Night Before Christmas to me and my sister. I very much like to see Paul reading it to Kylie (and soon to Spencer) on Christmas Eve. It means alot to me to keep traditions going. &lt;/p&gt;Now after all this talk about Christmas I am getting way too excited. My picture of poor Spencer really has no significance now. Oh well, he's still a cute little thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-2183372309147030926?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/2183372309147030926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=2183372309147030926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/2183372309147030926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/2183372309147030926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-on-tradition.html' title='BIG ON TRADITION'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRUS6wdYKbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KuPv6emX9Dc/s72-c/old+cars+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-8101555901497204079</id><published>2008-11-05T23:35:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:04:06.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ4UmUEakI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz31sf_TJd4/s1600-h/wv+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265403209626970690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ4UmUEakI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz31sf_TJd4/s320/wv+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, country roads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Haven't had time for anything. But I do have a collection of what has been going on lately...everything from going back home and seeing the pretty leaves changing (which we probably missed by about a week for seeing the most beautiful leaves), to halloween, to Kylie helping out with washing the car. Take a gander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ1LIr0I5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_CcZezkiaGU/s1600-h/spider+spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399748519797650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ1LIr0I5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_CcZezkiaGU/s320/spider+spencer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer the Spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ1dGszJjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MwME57he15s/s1600-h/scooby+kylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265400057224701490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ1dGszJjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MwME57he15s/s320/scooby+kylie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie as Scooby Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ2gHkwwEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oM75jqdDsu0/s1600-h/washing+car+kylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265401208510660674" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ2gHkwwEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oM75jqdDsu0/s320/washing+car+kylie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie washing the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ11PvywNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-xJmRJLiSE0/s1600-h/the+kiddos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265400471970037970" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ11PvywNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-xJmRJLiSE0/s320/the+kiddos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with Jonny and Alexa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ6eRIajGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mzPUZ1M8f7Q/s1600-h/spenc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265405574762892386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ6eRIajGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mzPUZ1M8f7Q/s320/spenc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spencer sitting on his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-8101555901497204079?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/8101555901497204079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=8101555901497204079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8101555901497204079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8101555901497204079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-ive-been-doing.html' title='Things I&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SRJ4UmUEakI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz31sf_TJd4/s72-c/wv+leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-7016266354785139478</id><published>2008-10-21T23:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:11:58.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SP6haPl_uCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qE9YPoqwb_w/s1600-h/frantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259818887049885730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SP6haPl_uCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qE9YPoqwb_w/s320/frantic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems everyone is busy lately. Sometimes I feel like screaming just like the lady in this picture. Where do the evenings go? It is so frustrating to me how fast the evenings go by. I am grateful, however that Kylie is so good about coming home and immediately starting her homework. She usually has spelling words to write out and has to read for 20 minutes. She also has about four baggie books that she reads. If she wants to read them all, of course I will not stop her. I say if she is into it why not let her read? After that I am usually washing baby bottles and before I get that finished Spencer is wanting to be fed. His evening meal usually consists of a bottle, a veggie such as squash, carrots or sweet potatoes, and baby cereal. Paul is usually cooking at this time. Then we eat and clean up. Then we are always changing loads of laundry. Next it is time to make up baby bottles to take to school. Next is bath time, brushing teeth, picking out clothes for the next day, which always takes longer than you anticipate. Before we know it the time has come to go to bed. Kylie DOES NOT like to go to sleep. She would stay up all night if I would let her. Usually Kylie wants to read some more books and Spencer is ready for his last bottle. I feel horrible because Kylie doesn't get much play time in for herself or with her baby brother. Why do the evenings have to be so short???? It's even worse if you need to run the the store because we all know that definitely takes longer than you'd think. Maybe Walmart should look into an online shopping deal like the grocery stores have!!!!! It would be nice sometimes to have an extra day in the week to stop and smell the flowers. I even missed my baby boy rolling over all by himself for the very first time ever because I was too involved in getting the kitchen straighten up. At least Kylie got to witness it. She was so excited to see it. And I wouldn't want it to be anyone else if I had to chose.   I really am not asking for any sympathy because I know we all go through it.  It just doesn't seem fair sometimes that we miss out on precious things. Ok, well I am finished griping now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-7016266354785139478?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/7016266354785139478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=7016266354785139478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7016266354785139478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/7016266354785139478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-seems-everyone-is-busy-lately.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SP6haPl_uCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qE9YPoqwb_w/s72-c/frantic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-4043198701118865991</id><published>2008-10-16T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:46:30.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Earrings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPfarflYmjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5PsUlFWezco/s1600-h/ear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257911530725874226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPfarflYmjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5PsUlFWezco/s320/ear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Grace;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for my brand new earrings that you made. I really like them. You did such a good job making them. I am sure you had a lot of fun making them too!!!   Wow they sure are cool.  Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-4043198701118865991?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/4043198701118865991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=4043198701118865991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4043198701118865991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4043198701118865991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-earrings.html' title='New Earrings'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPfarflYmjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5PsUlFWezco/s72-c/ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-526983274894999958</id><published>2008-10-14T22:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:12:12.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist showing Spencer's first school picture. I know he's my kid and all but isn't he the&lt;br /&gt;cutest thing you ever did see? I had a 24 hour flu bug of some sort so I didn't even get to cut them yet. Anyway, he is 4 months old and is such a ham!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPVcfVN5xgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/amQzXDvGKo4/s1600-h/other+school+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257209833366078978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPVcfVN5xgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/amQzXDvGKo4/s320/other+school+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPVcSOo7Q1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_VbzBGzbcNk/s1600-h/school+pic+4+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257209608262075218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPVcSOo7Q1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_VbzBGzbcNk/s320/school+pic+4+month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-526983274894999958?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/526983274894999958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=526983274894999958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/526983274894999958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/526983274894999958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-pictures.html' title='School Pictures'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SPVcfVN5xgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/amQzXDvGKo4/s72-c/other+school+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-1871278740274110900</id><published>2008-10-09T22:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:12:26.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new office</title><content type='html'>Well Ash, here's my blog. I was going to blog anyway but I decided to read yours first and saw a challenge. Good thing I had something in mind. Not much of a blog but I wanted to show off our brand new office. We all worked so hard to get this office up and running. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. We have had trouble with our phones for over a week now and they still aren't fixed. Numerous things have gone wrong but soon (I hope) things will be better. I didn't go to the mountains this weekend like I was supposed to do but I'm sure I will come up with another blog by the end of the weekend. Check out our 90 gallon bow front fish tank....and the murphy bed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7Fw8XD_HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZsMStevOnig/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255355259815197810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7Fw8XD_HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZsMStevOnig/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7FkOzw_3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ndQuXIVWWaA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255355041429127026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7FkOzw_3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ndQuXIVWWaA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7FVUdLQyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kZ3EKxdxz1w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255354785246954274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7FVUdLQyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kZ3EKxdxz1w/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jimmy's murphy bed. Yes, that's right. A murphy bed. I have a boss that LOVES to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7FFSS7BQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6XuCjXf5kTI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255354509789168898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7FFSS7BQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6XuCjXf5kTI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-1871278740274110900?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/1871278740274110900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=1871278740274110900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1871278740274110900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1871278740274110900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/10/brand-new-office.html' title='brand new office'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SO7Fw8XD_HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZsMStevOnig/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-8891862051099652742</id><published>2008-10-03T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:18:17.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SObfGCUYJwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8NGThQGm0Vc/s1600-h/tshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253131310168811266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SObfGCUYJwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8NGThQGm0Vc/s320/tshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...this is Paul's favorite t-shirt.  Why Paul, why?  He WILL NOT part with this thing. Why even bother putting it on?  How does he know which hole to put his head or arms through?  AND this isn't the only shirt like this.  He has about 3 of them that he wears.  At least his underwear aren't quite this bad.  I'm afraid one of these days he'll get strangled in a string!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-8891862051099652742?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/8891862051099652742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=8891862051099652742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8891862051099652742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8891862051099652742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='WHY?????'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SObfGCUYJwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8NGThQGm0Vc/s72-c/tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-1655218789290577416</id><published>2008-10-01T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:42:35.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco Wheats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SOQ0nru5DDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qO570QdWdZM/s1600-h/coco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252380921779784754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SOQ0nru5DDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qO570QdWdZM/s320/coco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why-o-why can I not buy Coco Wheats around here? I have been searching for this yummy cereal. They sell Cream of Wheats here but no Coco Wheats. It is the same only chocolate. Thanks, mom for sending me my very own box of Coco Wheats. You'd think it would be easier to buy them here in this big city than in Morgantown.  Oh well, mom to the rescue once again. Everyone should try these. I grew up on this.  Has anyone else heard of Coco Wheats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-1655218789290577416?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/1655218789290577416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=1655218789290577416' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1655218789290577416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/1655218789290577416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/10/coco-wheats.html' title='Coco Wheats'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SOQ0nru5DDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qO570QdWdZM/s72-c/coco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-875509088666459396</id><published>2008-09-27T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:56:39.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SN6OnKaNTuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MonI0bMil-U/s1600-h/4+months+charlie+brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250791019020898018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SN6OnKaNTuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MonI0bMil-U/s320/4+months+charlie+brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!!!IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!  Spencer had his 4 month check on Friday.  He now weighs 16lbs 31/4 oz.  He is 25 inches long.  The doctor said he looks great but may have allergies.  Nothing we can do until he is at least 6 months old.  He will just rattle until then!  We have tried rice cereal and prunes so far.  His lips have been smacking at both.  Kylie had the honors of feeding him.  She did great.  She's a natural.  Kylie had clean desk award at school.  Her teacher said she is a great student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-875509088666459396?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/875509088666459396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=875509088666459396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/875509088666459396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/875509088666459396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoorayits-my-birthday-spencer-had-his-4.html' title=''/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SN6OnKaNTuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MonI0bMil-U/s72-c/4+months+charlie+brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-6502408655167848845</id><published>2008-09-23T21:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:07:03.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>It's nice to have a friend that seems like family away from home that you can just call up and talk to for no particular reason and have nothing to say. It doesn't matter if it's 12 times a day or 1 time, that person doesn't even mind...it just makes sense to have a friend like that. Even if it's to talk about absolutely nothing, it feels comfortable. I like that kind of friendship...and I thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-6502408655167848845?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/6502408655167848845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=6502408655167848845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6502408655167848845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6502408655167848845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-6081828104244004071</id><published>2008-09-22T18:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:49:25.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNgbqc9S9EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BjEne25jgeg/s1600-h/Future+Mr.+Right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975781842056258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNgbqc9S9EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BjEne25jgeg/s320/Future+Mr.+Right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Watch out Baby Girls 'cause the Spencster is in on the prowl!" Thanks, Ashley, for this onesie. Now I can put my Rico Suave moves to the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spencster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-6081828104244004071?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/6081828104244004071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=6081828104244004071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6081828104244004071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6081828104244004071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-right.html' title='Mr. Right'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNgbqc9S9EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BjEne25jgeg/s72-c/Future+Mr.+Right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-5239098099049640187</id><published>2008-09-21T09:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:11:06.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pics of my babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNZGxY_P-oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WbNikeTRg1o/s1600-h/pic+of+spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248460230082165378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNZGxY_P-oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WbNikeTRg1o/s320/pic+of+spencer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNZG-iyCtEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NOvKpUjr90Y/s1600-h/color+of+both.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248460456049423426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNZG-iyCtEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NOvKpUjr90Y/s320/color+of+both.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNZHJ9X98aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tBhPeSkyyUY/s1600-h/sepia+of+both.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248460652166377890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNZHJ9X98aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tBhPeSkyyUY/s320/sepia+of+both.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures of my babies. Thank you, Paul for helping me have such beautiful babies! These are pictures of pictures so they are not as nice as a real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-5239098099049640187?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/5239098099049640187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=5239098099049640187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5239098099049640187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5239098099049640187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/pics-of-my-babes.html' title='pics of my babes'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNZGxY_P-oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WbNikeTRg1o/s72-c/pic+of+spencer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-79855445295071254</id><published>2008-09-20T17:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:06:11.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNVzIRIH8xI/AAAAAAAAADc/4rAlrJsU10Y/s1600-h/Kylie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248227526643806994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNVzIRIH8xI/AAAAAAAAADc/4rAlrJsU10Y/s320/Kylie%27s+tooth+%23E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylie finally lost her front tooth. It has been loose for a long time. She has been working very hard on getting it out. She wanted to have it out in time for school pictures. Being that school pictures are on Wednesday, she got her wish. Congrats, Kylie for a job well done. I am proud of you! I love you, Baby Girl!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yes, those are pink and blue highlights in her hair...only for play...they are not real!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-79855445295071254?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/79855445295071254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=79855445295071254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/79855445295071254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/79855445295071254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/front-tooth.html' title='Front Tooth'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SNVzIRIH8xI/AAAAAAAAADc/4rAlrJsU10Y/s72-c/Kylie%27s+tooth+%23E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-2208493992549358658</id><published>2008-09-17T22:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:37:41.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smile to my face</title><content type='html'>Today was a rough day of moving into the new office. Paul had to work from home because Spencer woke up in the middle of the night with a &lt;em&gt;terrible, terrible &lt;/em&gt;whooping cough which made me think of croup. It sounded worse than Kylie has ever sounded with it. Paul took him to the doctor and by the time he got him there he sounded so much better. Now I feel like a fool. But he really did sound terrible. He didn't even look good. I guess he is going to be like Kylie and be very hard to distinguish if he is sick or not. I hope the doctor does not think I am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from a very long day of work (which we will probably be working all weekend) and Kylie brought a smile to my face as usual. She immediately got her homework done and packed her lunch. She likes to do it herself (for now!). Then, this evening she started talking about Adam and Eve. She retold the story to me. It was so cute hearing her talk about the asp (she had to tell Paul what an asp is) and how they should not have listened to the asp. She is so animated when she tells her stories. She added into the story (which she has brought up before) about how she shouldn't watch Spongebob and Fairly Odd Parents too much because they say the word STUPID. She begged me not to get mad at her for saying that word. She said, "Now Mommy please don't let me get in trouble for saying this word, but I am only saying it because I need to tell you what it is. PLEASE don't be mad but the word is 'stupid'." The entire time she is cringing as she is telling me this. Then she would go back to Adam and Eve and tell me how they were the first man and woman. She always brings a smile to my face. It has started to hit me how grown up she is becoming. She is just absorbing so much. It's awesome. Anyway, it made me feel good to come home and hear about her day and her stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-2208493992549358658?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/2208493992549358658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=2208493992549358658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/2208493992549358658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/2208493992549358658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-rough-day-of-moving-into-new.html' title='smile to my face'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-8181832929608589772</id><published>2008-09-13T22:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:47:34.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look like a grandma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMx9ZODJAYI/AAAAAAAAADU/4rVAU47U-AM/s1600-h/stacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245705538201256322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMx9ZODJAYI/AAAAAAAAADU/4rVAU47U-AM/s320/stacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMx62MEaRkI/AAAAAAAAADM/6n_ZKqTB4go/s1600-h/mindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245702737351034434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMx62MEaRkI/AAAAAAAAADM/6n_ZKqTB4go/s320/mindy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... so the other day I stop into Mindy's classroom just to say hello. That's all. I didn't want to interupt anything her class was doing. She very politely introduced me and of course, Spencer to her class, which I thought was very cool. Well this little girl blurts out, "Are you her Mama?" I thought she may have been mistaking Spencer for a girl so I said, "Well, I'm his Mama." She said, "No...hers," pointing to Mindy. I couldn't believe it. Well, when I glanced over at Mindy she happened to be grinning from ear to ear. And to add salt to the wound, she said, "Do you think she's my Mama?" The girl replied, "yep." Did she really find it necessary to ask that question again? I think not!!!! Well anyway, the situation was quite funny so I decided to take a poll on whether or not I look like Mindy's mother!!!! Please vote!!! I won't reveal the true ages but there is only a three year difference!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-8181832929608589772?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/8181832929608589772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=8181832929608589772' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8181832929608589772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/8181832929608589772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_13.html' title='Do I look like a grandma?'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMx9ZODJAYI/AAAAAAAAADU/4rVAU47U-AM/s72-c/stacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-5485200143357410401</id><published>2008-09-09T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:36:23.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The eyes have it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMdAqzTT39I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NtKLAB3AeMs/s1600-h/th_eyeshadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244231395166117842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMdAqzTT39I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NtKLAB3AeMs/s320/th_eyeshadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK...Now I have seen it all. I am about to tell you something that has made me laugh all day long. Kim, a co-worker, told me she brought me something to try. Are you ready for this???? Rub-on eyeshadow!!!!! It was actually just like a rub on tattoo. It was on a plastic piece which resembled a cut out of eyeglasses. The eyeshadow was on this paper with three different shades. All I had to do was close my eye and rub it on my eyelid. Can you believe that? The kicker is that it actually worked!!!! It only took about 3 seconds to apply. I laughed and laughed about it. I laughed really hard...not to the point of peeing my pants like some of my weak bladdered friends....(I have a large bladder!)... but to the point that my cheeks hurt from smiling so much! This may be something that has been out for a while. I am not sure. It may be that I am just behind the times but this strikes me as hysterical!!! Christina, my other co-worker said they also have a press-on fingernail polish! Has anyone heard of these? The eyeshadow is an Avon product but I am not sure about the fingernail polish. Christina and I both tried the eyeshadow. We asked Dr. Wells if he'd like to try it but he declined. Bummer. Must not have been his shade! Just kidding. He was having a rough day and we thought we would try to cheer him up! Anyway, I thought this was very interesting. What will they think of next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-5485200143357410401?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/5485200143357410401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=5485200143357410401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5485200143357410401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5485200143357410401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/eyes-have-it.html' title='The eyes have it'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMdAqzTT39I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NtKLAB3AeMs/s72-c/th_eyeshadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-723478065480385608</id><published>2008-09-06T23:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:51:27.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunk and Beauty'/><title type='text'>Hunk and Beauty</title><content type='html'>Today Kylie went to a birthday party at Kate's Skate for her friend Lucas. She had lots of fun. Her daddy actually got on some skates and stumbled...I mean skated around the rink. Actually he did a great job. I was afraid...very afraid to try it. Maybe I would have if no one else was in the place. Besides, someone had to watch over the baby, right? Anyway, Kylie had lots of fun at the party, especially since her Daddy took her around the rink. She didn't want to leave when it was over. But, because of me...the all of a sudden forgetful one... we had to leave because I (whom is always overly prepared) forgot the baby formula. I had anything else you could think of but not the formula. The poor child had to starve. Then we thought since we were going to Sam's to buy formula anyway we would just go straight there and feed him then. Well, they happened to be out of the kind we buy. What are the chances of that? So my poor baby had to starve even longer. I don't know what has gotten into me lately. I have been very forgetful all of a sudden. I even forgot Lucas's present and had to go back home and get it. I was going to write something else but I forgot what it was. Oh well, enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMNNRNkaZtI/AAAAAAAAABs/eaz9xxJcXZs/s1600-h/spencer+hunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243119349284890322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMNNRNkaZtI/AAAAAAAAABs/eaz9xxJcXZs/s320/spencer+hunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt says it all! Hee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMNM0WdiR8I/AAAAAAAAABk/1ZTZr2gHS7w/s1600-h/kylie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243118853455759298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMNM0WdiR8I/AAAAAAAAABk/1ZTZr2gHS7w/s320/kylie%27s+first+day+of+first+grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylie's first day of first grade. Isn't she a beaut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-723478065480385608?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/723478065480385608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=723478065480385608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/723478065480385608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/723478065480385608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunk-and-beauty.html' title='Hunk and Beauty'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMNNRNkaZtI/AAAAAAAAABs/eaz9xxJcXZs/s72-c/spencer+hunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-4735921216053875315</id><published>2008-09-06T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:45:03.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooped</title><content type='html'>How did I get so tired?  Last night I was so tired I put both contacts in the same side of my case.  Good thing my eyes are the same strength...or weakness, however you want to see it.  Maybe it's because it was so hard to concentrate having a gigantic ZIT  on my eyebrow!  How do you get rid of those anyway?  It makes my entire head hurt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-4735921216053875315?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/4735921216053875315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=4735921216053875315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4735921216053875315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4735921216053875315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/pooped.html' title='Pooped'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-5280797251974122290</id><published>2008-09-04T13:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:27:10.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMAZmbnYnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/LaHf6Pf_UrA/s1600-h/kylie+asleep+in+carseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242218114297929522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMAZmbnYnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/LaHf6Pf_UrA/s320/kylie+asleep+in+carseat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adjusting to First Grade can be tough. Kylie was reading her book for homework. She was being silly by sitting in Spencer's carseat while she was reading but happened to fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-5280797251974122290?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/5280797251974122290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=5280797251974122290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5280797251974122290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/5280797251974122290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/adjusting-to-first-grade-can-be-tough.html' title='Sleepy Times'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SMAZmbnYnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/LaHf6Pf_UrA/s72-c/kylie+asleep+in+carseat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-4380218766306990066</id><published>2008-09-02T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:24:55.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SL2S12geGAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dLxgbSjkqss/s1600-h/100_2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241506995191552002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SL2S12geGAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dLxgbSjkqss/s320/100_2469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he sweet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-4380218766306990066?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/4380218766306990066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=4380218766306990066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4380218766306990066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/4380218766306990066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/isnt-he-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/SL2S12geGAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dLxgbSjkqss/s72-c/100_2469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-666369858935238167</id><published>2008-09-02T13:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:46:28.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor wittle Spencerbug</title><content type='html'>Spencerbug is not feeling well today. I took him to the doctor and after 3 finger pokes and 1 arm poke we are at home. They are not quite sure yet what kind of virus he has but his temp has spiked to 102.2 and he is very congested and sad. Did I mention a red throat and an ear infection. As many know he never cries...but today was a nonstop cry in the office. He scored lots of attention! He weighed 15lbs 9 and 3/4 oz. Needless to say at least his appetite is still hardy as ever for my little 3 month old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965974660188530069-666369858935238167?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/666369858935238167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=666369858935238167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/666369858935238167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/666369858935238167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/09/spencerbug-is-not-feeling-well-today.html' title='Poor wittle Spencerbug'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965974660188530069.post-6517689998653799392</id><published>2008-08-30T00:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:46:47.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A first time for everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am giving this silly thing a try. Don't know if I'll like it but we'll soon find out. My life isn't all that interesting. I'm kinda boring actually. I do like to laugh and I am quite funny sometimes....but not a lot happens around here. It is almost 1:00 in the morning and everyone else is sleeping peacefully. I just sent a text to Ashley letting her know I had a fish fry at her house tonight. I am supposed to be fishsitting for her. We fed the neighbors too!!! Just kidding. I hope she's enjoying herself at the beach. I hope she at least brings me back some taffy!&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/3965974660188530069-6517689998653799392?l=pscroston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/feeds/6517689998653799392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965974660188530069&amp;postID=6517689998653799392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6517689998653799392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965974660188530069/posts/default/6517689998653799392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pscroston.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-giving-this-silly-thing-try.html' title='A first time for everything...'/><author><name>WV Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXB2v35BsHA/Sf5ah2-_ygI/AAAAAAAAANw/4yXDqq7Mx_w/S220/my+kids+288.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
