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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I went and saw our sweet surprise on the big screen earlier this week.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
It was fun to see him/her again.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Goodness me that child was wiggling and squirming&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so much that it took the docotor a couple tries&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
to get the heartbeat. Oh, but then,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
like a good little peanut would,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
she/he allowed us to hear the sweet sound.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Back up in the 160's.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Moving and dancing so much already.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
love it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ok, so there was a new nurse.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
She was really sweet. It was just a new face,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and in her efforts to get to know the patients,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
she says to me,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
"So, is this your first?"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Tyler was off work today so he got to tag along!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Sure do love when he gets to accompany me!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
We looked at each other and laughed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I said, "oh no, this is not our first!"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Then Tyler said,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
"this is actually our 3rd baby, our 2nd is just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
over a year old now."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The nurse was like, "well honey, I have 4&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and once you have more than 2, whats another added to the mix!"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I have heard that a time or two lately, and let me tell you,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
those words are music to my ears.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I will always be wanting to hear this phrase over the next 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
It got me thinking though, about how the tables have turned.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
How much I have learned.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
How things are incredibly different from the first time I learned&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was going to be a mama.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
When I was pregnant with Anslee, I wanted to have morning sickness.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I thought it would make me, you know, "feel the part".&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Was I crazy? Well, maybe so, but thats the truth.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was also wanting to feel all the other pregnancy symptoms.&lt;/div&gt;
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Isn't it funny, how, when you want it to happen, it doesnt happen?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was later very thankful for the ease at which my body handled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Oh my goodness. I wanted to show! I wanted people to take notice&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was pregnant! Ha! and Ha!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was really disappointed when I was approaching the 3rd trimester&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
before I bought my 1st pair of maternity jeans.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
again. HA!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I waited with a great deal of anticipation for each doctors appointment.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
It was a sweet time, and just brand new.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I embraced every single thing about the changes pregnancy brought on.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
You can bet I had her nursery planned out to every last detail by the time I was 22 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She arrived. We obsessed over every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember asking the doctor if it was normal that she sneezed so often.&lt;br /&gt;
Tyler took about 6098567 opportunities to learn how to swaddle.&lt;br /&gt;
We had to have the diapers with the yellow line that turned blue&lt;br /&gt;
when it needed to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;
(ok, we do still like those)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Then I got pregnant with Kensington.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Yay! We planned out this pregnancy! &lt;/div&gt;
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The first thing I did was pray that I would not be sick.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Uhm. What good would I have been to my Ans&lt;/div&gt;
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if I was spending all of our quality time with head over the toliet?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I was so thankful when just not wanting food anywhere near me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
was the worst "sickness" I experienced.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I eased through this pregnancy, working out&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
at high intensity 4 times a week usually.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I also eased through this pregnancy in the sense of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I felt like I had an idea of what to expect.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ha! Kensington as any regular reader of this blog would know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
rocked our world into something brand new.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Bless her sweet, ever so "present" personality&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
she made herself known (and loudly!) when she arrived.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was a bit saddened when I busted out the maternity pants around 16 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I wanted to hold out. Oh I wanted to hold out&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
(not like the first time around!)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I think I had her nursery done like 6 weeks before she came. Maybe 7.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then she arrived. I didnt think I would obsess over the little things with her like I&lt;br /&gt;
did with her big sister. Then she was colic&lt;br /&gt;
and forced that to happen. Mostly out of denial.&lt;br /&gt;
After that ended, we eased up and took things in stride.&lt;br /&gt;
It was nice to be able to do that.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
So back in the early parts of December,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
when we found out we were yet again pregnant&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I began asking for these things:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
1. Please, I dont want to be sick&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
2. Please let me at least make it the 2nd trimester before the maternity clothes come out&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
3. Please do NOT let a stranger verbally take notice that I was pregnant for a while.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
4. Please, lets do life like I am in fact not pregnant, so I can still be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
everything I need to be to my TWO kiddos at home.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
While I think pregnancy is nothing short of a miracle, the more you do it,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the more perspective you have that seems to change.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I just think its funny.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank goodness for my phone reminders! Its debateable&lt;br /&gt;
on whether or not I would have remembered we had&lt;br /&gt;
an appointment today if I buzzer did not go off yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Oh. and you can bet there will be NO belly pics this time. Its been done two times over.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
We will take them, and save them for the baby book.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Which by the way, since this baby is coming in early August,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and lets be honest. This poor, very loved little angel,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
will probably come home to a crib with a clean sheet&lt;/div&gt;
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and maybe a changing pad, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I get a kick out of how experience and time change your state of mind&lt;/div&gt;
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so very, very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-6137187006573997577?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/fU9DQ0yj0kU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6137187006573997577/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=6137187006573997577" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/6137187006573997577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/6137187006573997577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/fU9DQ0yj0kU/pregnant-once-pregnant-3-times-its-all.html" title="Pregnant Once, Pregnant 3 times. Its all the same. Or all TOTALLY different." /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2012/02/pregnant-once-pregnant-3-times-its-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FQX49eCp7ImA9WhRUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-1618095077646946528</id><published>2012-01-24T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:11:50.060-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T12:11:50.060-08:00</app:edited><title>The Big News.</title><content type="html">
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I bet you are not as surprised as I was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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(ok, as I STILL am!)&lt;/div&gt;
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but yes. its true. it has been confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Baby Moses #3 will join us in the early part of August.&lt;/div&gt;
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August 14th is the last possible day the doc will keep me pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;
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(for those who likes dates and such.)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This child was given to us on God's time alone.&lt;/div&gt;
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Certainly not on ours.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are grateful.&lt;/div&gt;
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This has taken us plenty of time to adjust too.&lt;/div&gt;
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We found out a while before Christmas&lt;/div&gt;
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and have barely processed the news since then.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler and I agree that each child is a blessing, a reward, a gift, and&lt;/div&gt;
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nothing to be taken lightly,&lt;/div&gt;
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so we rejoice that our Lord has chosen&lt;/div&gt;
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us to be raise another baby for His kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kensington and the little peanut will be right under 19 months apart&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
in age. wow. I thought the 24 months between&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Anslee and Kensington was squeezing it.&lt;/div&gt;
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We will be busy. We will be tired. It probably won't be easy.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Busy and tired will be nothing in comparison to the amount of&lt;/div&gt;
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love and joy we know this baby will bring.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We saw the doctor in early January&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
(who told me I was almost as bad as some of his teenagers)&lt;/div&gt;
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and Baby had a steady heartbeat of 152.&lt;/div&gt;
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A bit slower than the sisters who rang in at 183&lt;/div&gt;
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and 178 at their first sonogram respectively.&lt;/div&gt;
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So there ya have it. No turning back. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now.&lt;/div&gt;
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Who will join me in a prayer for a non-colic newborn?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-1618095077646946528?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/CMFQb6OoHrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1618095077646946528/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=1618095077646946528" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/1618095077646946528?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/1618095077646946528?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/CMFQb6OoHrQ/big-news.html" title="The Big News." /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FroaNss8Lk/Tx8OFJJoHgI/AAAAAAAABw4/RlUQsb3dkxA/s72-c/photo%2528193%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-news.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICQHkyeip7ImA9WhRUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-1250543075903388417</id><published>2012-01-23T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:39:21.792-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T11:39:21.792-08:00</app:edited><title>3 and 1.</title><content type="html">
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3 and 1.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a 3 year old and a 1 year old.&lt;/div&gt;
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Can anyone explain how that happened?&lt;/div&gt;
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Nothing about them getting older makes a bit of sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I look at each of them like they are&lt;/div&gt;
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my precious, tiny, helpless, totally dependent,&lt;/div&gt;
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most needy little babies.&lt;/div&gt;
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On January 19 Kensington turned 1 and I swear grew 4&lt;/div&gt;
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inches and 5 lbs over night.&lt;/div&gt;
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At 1 year old Kensington:&lt;/div&gt;
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smiles constantly&lt;/div&gt;
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laughs loudly&lt;/div&gt;
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sleeps 12 hours at night&lt;/div&gt;
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takes 2 naps during the day&lt;/div&gt;
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has no interest in walking on her own&lt;/div&gt;
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caught bronchitis :(&lt;/div&gt;
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says mama and daddy&lt;/div&gt;
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and night night&lt;/div&gt;
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adores her sister&lt;/div&gt;
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eats any and everything in sight&lt;/div&gt;
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really loves blueberries &lt;/div&gt;
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almost done with a bottle&lt;/div&gt;
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has started MDO once a week&lt;/div&gt;
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weighs 19.6 lbs&lt;/div&gt;
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will let me snuggle her any time I want&lt;/div&gt;
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will fall asleep on me 95% of the time&lt;/div&gt;
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hates breathing treatments&lt;/div&gt;
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still cries quite a bit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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does a silly one armed "booty scoot" to get around&lt;/div&gt;
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likes to read with us&lt;/div&gt;
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has come SO VERY far since we brought her home.&lt;/div&gt;
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At 3 years old Anslee:&lt;/div&gt;
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Goes to school twice a week&lt;/div&gt;
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has complete conversations with us&lt;/div&gt;
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has not worn a diaper/pull up since May 9th of 2011&lt;/div&gt;
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still is an awful eater&lt;/div&gt;
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takes 1 nap every afternoon&lt;/div&gt;
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sleeps 11-12 hours at night&lt;/div&gt;
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loves being a big sister&lt;/div&gt;
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knows her shapes, colors, letters and numbers through 15 &lt;/div&gt;
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plays well with other kids&lt;/div&gt;
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and independently&lt;/div&gt;
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waits anxiously for her daddy to come home each day&lt;/div&gt;
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takes dance class lessons&lt;/div&gt;
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gives hugs, kisses, and "I love you's" unprompted all the time&lt;/div&gt;
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loves Dora, Barney, and Cliford&lt;/div&gt;
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enjoys trips to the library&lt;/div&gt;
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is super sneaky&lt;/div&gt;
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loves junk food (ugh.)&lt;/div&gt;
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loves to play at the park or anywhere outside&lt;/div&gt;
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has had 1 haircut&lt;/div&gt;
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loves to pretend&lt;/div&gt;
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weighs 26 lbs &lt;/div&gt;
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would drink apple juice all day everyday if she could&lt;/div&gt;
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makes her mama and daddy laugh every single day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler and I give thanks each day for these two precious girls God entrusted&lt;/div&gt;
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us with raising. We look at each of them like the miracle they are.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are tired a lot of days, but thats ok because we are full&lt;/div&gt;
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of joy and very happy.&lt;/div&gt;
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A birthday party post is in the making!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-1250543075903388417?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/LiBpPrDmv4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1250543075903388417/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=1250543075903388417" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/1250543075903388417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/1250543075903388417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/LiBpPrDmv4A/3-and-1.html" title="3 and 1." /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ0Jmdo2Ayk/Tx23BHbWmLI/AAAAAAAABwg/Gh7ai4_1tmo/s72-c/IMG_3044.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-and-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNQXo_fSp7ImA9WhRVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-5310105163054404226</id><published>2012-01-14T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:51:30.445-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T19:51:30.445-08:00</app:edited><title>Blessing baby Landry!</title><content type="html">
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We think Landry is already a lucky little gal with Ryan and Libby being her parents. God has blessed her greatly by hand picking those to raise her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Precious Landry,&lt;br /&gt;
You are loved. You have a purpose and I can't wait to watch you grow into the woman your mama and daddy will shape you to be. You are so special! We can't wait to give you squeezes and snuggles!&lt;br /&gt;
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We have started December out with nothing but fun.&lt;/div&gt;
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We love this season and all the sweet that comes with it!&lt;/div&gt;
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I had no idea until last year that Advent Activities&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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are a great way to make the most precious of memories&lt;/div&gt;
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with the tiny loves that live with us!&lt;/div&gt;
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I told Mr. Moses that I wanted to be intentional this season&lt;/div&gt;
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with fun activities and memory making madness.&lt;/div&gt;
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He of course is always on board with making our girls feel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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like the little treasures they are!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ninny and Papa wanted the gals to head down to bustling&lt;/div&gt;
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city of Coleman for their parade of lights.&lt;/div&gt;
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What fun we had. The weather was perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Papa lead the parade as Chief of Police&lt;/div&gt;
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and Daddy blocked traffic.&lt;/div&gt;
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Gotta love a small town Christmas parade of lights. The girls loved it!&lt;/div&gt;
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Some days are more exciting than others. I want to make sure&lt;/div&gt;
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that I take this Christmas season as an opportunity to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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share more about Jesus with my girls. Anslee really is starting&lt;/div&gt;
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to understand, and its such a sweet thing to hear how she talks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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about Jesus. I especially love listening to her talk to Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;
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So we read 3 books about Jesus birth and the very 1st Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee loved that these stories really were from the point of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whoa. Day 3 was jam packed with greatness. We barely had a moment to&lt;/div&gt;
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breath. We had some activities planned,&lt;/div&gt;
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the gals we had an advent day planned of fun, and that all that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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we did was to celebrate the season!&lt;/div&gt;
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First, Southside Baptist Church put on a "Breakfast with Santa and Mrs. Claus" event.&lt;/div&gt;
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We signed up without hesitation. The girls stayed in their PJ's&lt;/div&gt;
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Mrs. Claus read "Twas the Night Before Christmas" and was totally&lt;/div&gt;
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a hit. Mrs. Claus made that story come right to life!&lt;/div&gt;
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She reminded the boys and girls to stay on the "nice" list too :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Lets just say that Little Miss Kensington Kay could not get enough&lt;/div&gt;
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of pancake bites. She thought she was tasting heaven and never looked back.&lt;/div&gt;
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And Anslee drank all of her orange juice from a big girl cup (no straw, totally open top)&lt;/div&gt;
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and spilled not one drop. Someone remind her she is supposed to stay tiny&lt;/div&gt;
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forever and ever. and ever.&lt;/div&gt;
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The sweet babes had Heather Nix Photography take their photo on Santas lap.&lt;/div&gt;
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Worry not, Kensington made the deaf hear again with her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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most pitiful of wails. Sweet girl needs to get a quick grip!&lt;/div&gt;
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Can't wait to share that photo with you all when it comes back to us!&lt;/div&gt;
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We then headed out to Christmas Under the Stars in downtown Brownwood.&lt;/div&gt;
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What a blast that event was! Sign me up for that every year from here on out! We loved&lt;/div&gt;
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Every second of it! Just look at our fun!&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee did all of the following:&lt;/div&gt;
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sat on santas lap (again)&lt;/div&gt;
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pet Mrs. Claus pet Christmas mouse.&lt;/div&gt;
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got a manicure.&lt;/div&gt;
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decorated a cookie.&lt;/div&gt;
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picked out a gumdrop to put on a life size gingerbread house.&lt;/div&gt;
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and pretended to be an angel. We all know she was not pretending one bit!&lt;/div&gt;
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and Little sister was the best little trooper. Watching sister be busy as a bee&lt;/div&gt;
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and thinking of how next year she will join sister in all the fun to be had!&lt;/div&gt;
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Today was a fun day too! This Sunday started off&lt;/div&gt;
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with Sunday School, where they made "I love Jesus mega phones"&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee was proclaiming this phrase all day long. We loved it!&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks to Mrs. Brandy, Anslee now sings This is the Day the Lord has Made&lt;/div&gt;
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and dances a jig. We sure love that Mrs. Brandy!&lt;/div&gt;
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Then, we put nap off a bit. (insert a very anxious mama here)&lt;/div&gt;
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Kindermusik's Christmas program was this afternoon at the Early Mall.&lt;/div&gt;
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So We headed down and and listened to Anslee and her sweet friends Sing their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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precious hearts out. Stage fright was the name of her game.&lt;/div&gt;
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I could not have been more proud though, as she participated (a little)&lt;/div&gt;
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So we chalked up a Christmas concert as our Day 4 Advent Activity.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are sure having a blast and starting off the holiday season of 2011&lt;/div&gt;
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We sure hope you are making as many sweet memories as you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-2344185620287571300?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/6wQ_3WmGHHQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2344185620287571300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=2344185620287571300" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/2344185620287571300?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/2344185620287571300?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/6wQ_3WmGHHQ/oh-what-fun.html" title="Oh What Fun!" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vj90TE8UPvA/Ttw9NRN5dPI/AAAAAAAABrU/RIL2FGteBfo/s72-c/IMG_2779.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-what-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIFR3Yzfyp7ImA9WhRREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-8050838550728122207</id><published>2011-11-25T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:28:36.887-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T18:28:36.887-08:00</app:edited><title>What they taught me.</title><content type="html">
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Confidence. This sweet girl gave me confidence.&lt;/div&gt;
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She taught me that I can do this motherhood thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I could do it. I was capable of being responsible&lt;/div&gt;
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for raising a little life. I could teach her things, and see results!&lt;/div&gt;
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This was huge, for me, because this was the one thing I did&lt;/div&gt;
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not want to fail at. She is happy and healthy, and Tyler and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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have a hand in that, with God's watching over us every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;
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She made a mother and everything that comes with that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Over this past year, she has taught me that I can believe in myself,&lt;/div&gt;
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and that I can also believe in her.&lt;/div&gt;
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She is capable. With our guidance, Anslee can learn anything.&lt;/div&gt;
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She has made us happy and proud.&lt;/div&gt;
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She made me mom and with that she made my dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;
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While Anslee taught me to believe in myself, Kensington has taught me&lt;/div&gt;
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to first rely on Christ. She humbled me. I know somethings,&lt;/div&gt;
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but I do not know it all. I am capable, but only under the hand of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;
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Things do not always go as we plan, but if we surrender to Gods will,&lt;/div&gt;
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our life plan will be made perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My Kensington is my living reminder that there is a greater&lt;/div&gt;
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path for us to be on, and when we try to take control&lt;/div&gt;
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things can get messy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I look forward to the day that I can tell my girls how deeply they have&lt;/div&gt;
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changed my life. How they brought a new kind of love for Tyler and I to experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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How I will be forever grateful for how their lives changed mine.&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to teach them lessons as valuable as the ones they have already taught me&lt;/div&gt;
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in their most tender of years. As I learned from Anslee, I can do just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-8050838550728122207?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/Jakt00vqo6I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8050838550728122207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=8050838550728122207" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8050838550728122207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8050838550728122207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/Jakt00vqo6I/what-they-tought-me.html" title="What they taught me." /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lgb67OOCIA/TtBIhx5Tl0I/AAAAAAAABqs/D95p4vy6A04/s72-c/IMG_2416.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-they-tought-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQH8_fSp7ImA9WhRREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-7709751157715236224</id><published>2011-11-25T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:59:01.145-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T17:59:01.145-08:00</app:edited><title>Today and this Season of Thankfulness</title><content type="html">
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We had a day around here.&lt;/div&gt;
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Filled with no naps,&lt;/div&gt;
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lots of tears (yes, all 3 Moses girls cried)&lt;/div&gt;
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a 7th tooth budding,&lt;/div&gt;
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not wanting to eat,&lt;/div&gt;
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clingy-ness,&lt;/div&gt;
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"No's!"&lt;/div&gt;
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spit up &lt;/div&gt;
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really sticky floors and lots of dirty dishes &lt;/div&gt;
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No daddy all day kind of day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wow. It was one of those days where I thought about waving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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my little white flag to surrender.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really did. So, to all you mamas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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who blog and seem to have it all together:&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't believe you. Nope. Especially if you have&lt;/div&gt;
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more than 1 child. I just don't believe you.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think its funny how at the close of this beautiful season&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
of thankfulness, I turned into a&lt;/div&gt;
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thankful-mess.&lt;/div&gt;
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The day after the 1 day a year set aside for being thankful&lt;/div&gt;
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the Lord lent me a day like today.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;/div&gt;
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So I took a deep breath and was thankful yet again.&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope that anyone who has read this blog and kept up with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
what I am thankful for has appreciated something small in their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
lives to give thanks for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Also, that you have been able to get to know the real me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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just a bit better.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-7709751157715236224?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/lMpwYyEzZ2A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7709751157715236224/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=7709751157715236224" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/7709751157715236224?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/7709751157715236224?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/lMpwYyEzZ2A/today-and-this-season-of-thankfulness.html" title="Today and this Season of Thankfulness" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-and-this-season-of-thankfulness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQ34zeip7ImA9WhRREEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-8732202903985903201</id><published>2011-11-23T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:53:22.082-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T12:53:22.082-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 23</title><content type="html">
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Its my Mama's birthday today!&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy birthday mama!!&lt;/div&gt;
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She seriously makes 51 look like 21&lt;/div&gt;
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and I am not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;
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Heres to hoping those good genes live on&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
through me and my girls!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So of course I would take her special day&lt;/div&gt;
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and turn in straight into my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thankful post for the day.&lt;/div&gt;
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She is such a fun mama and has set me straight&lt;/div&gt;
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in so many ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lets just say that my life would be&lt;/div&gt;
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upside down without the likes of her.&lt;/div&gt;
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She loves her pup&lt;/div&gt;
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(your welcome mom. really.)&lt;/div&gt;
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and her cat and other pup as well.&lt;/div&gt;
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She is the worlds sweetest Tama to my little girls&lt;/div&gt;
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and little Bella girl.&lt;/div&gt;
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She talks to me on the phone 3+ times a day.&lt;/div&gt;
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I tell you I would be a lost puppy without&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
her. Thank goodness she still takes such good care of me!&lt;/div&gt;
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Love you mama!&lt;/div&gt;
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I have posted about our potty training experience&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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one before. I am not one to do a lot of "potty talk"&lt;/div&gt;
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but who would not want to shout from the roof tops such a&lt;/div&gt;
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huge success and milestone in your kiddos life?&lt;/div&gt;
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It seriously takes you from toddlerhood to preschooler hood.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its a big deal, to be a big kid now.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee has not put on a diaper or a pull up since Monday, May 9th&lt;/div&gt;
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at 10 am. We started that morning and never looked back.&lt;/div&gt;
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So today, I am thankful for Lora Jensens &lt;a href="http://www.3daypottytraining.com/" target="_blank"&gt;3 Day Potty Training Method&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was the potty training method we chose and we saw great success.&lt;/div&gt;
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I recommend it, as it was almost a fail proof for us.&lt;/div&gt;
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She seriously was a potty training rock star, and was trained in&lt;/div&gt;
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every meaning of the word in fact after those 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;
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They were intense. Day 1 was extra intense.&lt;/div&gt;
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Intense, but actually a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;
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I am thankful that Anslee was so easy to potty train. I will go ahead&lt;/div&gt;
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and throw out there that I DO NOT expect&lt;/div&gt;
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the same results when Kensington is ready to potty train.&lt;/div&gt;
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Remember my post on how I appreciate their differences?&lt;/div&gt;
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Remind me to go back and read that when its time to potty train that sweet baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;
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I do believe in the method, but I also have to chalk up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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the ease at which she trained to her personality. That, and I think she was&lt;/div&gt;
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just flat out ready when went ahead with it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Trust me when I say that this method may not be right for every kiddo out there,&lt;/div&gt;
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it was just right for us! (I could say that about anything parenting&lt;/div&gt;
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related, couldn't I?!)&lt;/div&gt;
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I am thankful for this method and I am thankful to only have 1 cute&lt;/div&gt;
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booty to change these days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-8567423389731249566?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/mp1OyClywKY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8567423389731249566/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=8567423389731249566" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8567423389731249566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8567423389731249566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/mp1OyClywKY/days-of-thanks-22.html" title="Days of Thanks - 22" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-22.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDQn07cCp7ImA9WhRSGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-2877686401485736398</id><published>2011-11-21T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:39:33.308-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T08:39:33.308-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 21</title><content type="html">
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I married a man who always knew what he wanted to do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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with his life. He wanted to be married (glad he chose me!)&lt;/div&gt;
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and have kids (the sweetest kids he could ask for!)&lt;/div&gt;
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and be a member of the Texas Department of Public Safety.&lt;/div&gt;
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He applied in October of 2007 and was accepted as intern with the intent to&lt;/div&gt;
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attend the A 2008 Trooper Academy class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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He graduated #12 in class! There was a small fan club that attended&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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his graduation and ever since its been nothing but a lovely&lt;/div&gt;
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start to his career.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler is a State Trooper at the moment and has been since he was comissioned on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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September 26, 2008.&lt;/div&gt;
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By policy he is to be a trooper for 4 full years. Today he sits at 3 years&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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completed of Trooperhood.&lt;/div&gt;
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He loves his job, and he is actually VERY good at it.&lt;/div&gt;
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I always knew he would be.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just to brag, he is leading the area in DWI arrests with 28 to date.&lt;/div&gt;
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The goal he had set for himself in January was 24.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Its exciting to think where this next year in his career could take our family.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are anxious to know what else is in store,&lt;/div&gt;
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but we are thankful that he is happy and content&lt;/div&gt;
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with his Trooper status. He goes to work every single day with strength&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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to do his very best and work his precious heart out.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am so thankful that Tyler proudly wears this badge&lt;/div&gt;
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and that this car sits in front of our house when he is off duty.&lt;/div&gt;
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He is the best Trooper that the State of Texas employs&lt;/div&gt;
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(I possibly could be bias)&lt;/div&gt;
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We as a family are thankful for how is job provides well for our family,&lt;/div&gt;
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even allows for me to stay home with our sweet angel girls,&lt;/div&gt;
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and that it is a job&lt;/div&gt;
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he wakes up each day happy to do. Its such a blessing&lt;/div&gt;
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to know that Tyler is happy while he away and working.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are thankful to each and every law enforcement officer that there is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What a dangerous and courageous job you do for us all!&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-2877686401485736398?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/rnKNFYOHpUM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2877686401485736398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=2877686401485736398" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/2877686401485736398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/2877686401485736398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/rnKNFYOHpUM/days-of-thanks-21.html" title="Days of Thanks - 21" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EADZNGvzXk/Tsp8FOisi0I/AAAAAAAABqU/b7_NtZz675k/s72-c/dps101411.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HRnw9eSp7ImA9WhRSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-130199842132050682</id><published>2011-11-20T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:22:17.261-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T11:22:17.261-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 20</title><content type="html">
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Uneventful pregnancies.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, I am so thankful for not just 1, but 2 super easy,&lt;/div&gt;
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uneventful, worry free pregnancies.&lt;/div&gt;
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The journey from conception to birth is the most fascinating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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journey to really understand. How is it that there are so many people in this world?&lt;/div&gt;
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Did we not just reach 7 billion this past month?&lt;/div&gt;
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So much has to be just perfect for one person to be brought into human life.&lt;/div&gt;
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I mean its clear that every child is nothing short of a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its one of those things that science just can't explain well enough.&lt;/div&gt;
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God must be in total control of every little detail when it comes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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having a baby. I am not sure how you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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could not believe if you have ever had a baby or known&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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someone to have had a baby.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been so blessed. So incredibly thankful am I, for the 2&lt;/div&gt;
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healthy and thats right, fun pregnancies I have had.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yep. I love being pregnant. I get funny looks when I say that sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pregnancy is just easy and quite comfortable to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I never had high blood pressure.&lt;/div&gt;
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I never had morning sickness.&lt;/div&gt;
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I never swelled.&lt;/div&gt;
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Did not get stretch marks.&lt;/div&gt;
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I exercised at pretty high intensity through both pregnancies.&lt;/div&gt;
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I never really craved anything weird. (other than wanting to chew on ice cubes)&lt;/div&gt;
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I did not gain an unreasonable amount of weight.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee and Kensington were healthy at each and every&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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prenatal visit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If the only thing I had to complain about was a little back pain in the last trimester,&lt;/div&gt;
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then I considered myself fairly lucky, and very thankful.&lt;/div&gt;
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I felt like I could enjoy each and every stage of both my pregnancies&lt;/div&gt;
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for what they were. I never wished any of my pregnant days away,&lt;/div&gt;
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and I still think back to what an amazing time(s) in my life&lt;/div&gt;
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the journey was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Isn't it a journey though, to even getting pregnant?&lt;/div&gt;
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I think its quite ironic, at how, all of a sudden a couple throws&lt;/div&gt;
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away all forms of birth control and is trying for something&lt;/div&gt;
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that they had always been trying to prevent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wouldn't you agree that its a feeling of freedom?&lt;/div&gt;
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Isn't it funny how you can never really be "ready"&lt;/div&gt;
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fully? There is always something else you can do,&lt;/div&gt;
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another trip you could take. Another couple of thousand&lt;/div&gt;
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to save up? Sometimes (like for us) you start the journey without&lt;/div&gt;
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even knowing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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a conscience effort to the beginning of pregnancy. (like us, with Kensington)&lt;/div&gt;
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For some the journey to pregnancy is long and hard one. One filled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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with lots of heartache and questioning why.&lt;/div&gt;
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For others, its a smooth ride, and one without many bumps along the way.&lt;/div&gt;
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Our journey, though different with each child, was one that was&lt;/div&gt;
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easily acquired, and for that I am unbelievably thankful.&amp;nbsp; In all honesty,&lt;/div&gt;
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I do not know the pain of not becoming pregnant when I wanted to be.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know several friends who do understand that, and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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have found myself hurting with them and for them in all the ways I could.&lt;/div&gt;
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I admire their strength and feel like they have a story for their unborn&lt;/div&gt;
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child that is so special.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I hold their baby, I will be holding a child that was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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desired so greatly before they were ever formed. I will look&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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in those little newborn eyes, and be able to tell them&lt;/div&gt;
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from firsthand experience how much their life means to their parents.&lt;/div&gt;
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what an incredible gift they are, how they are special and how they&lt;/div&gt;
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have already shaped their parents into new people&lt;/div&gt;
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by the journey they already lead them on.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pregnancy with Anslee &lt;/div&gt;
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Pregnancy with Kensington&lt;/div&gt;
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PS: its a little sad that I felt skinner in this last photo than I do now. I was 36 weeks pregnant! &lt;/div&gt;
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All of this to say that I am ever so thankful for beautiful gift of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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pregnancy. What it means (in different ways) to each mother,&lt;/div&gt;
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and how our lives are changed when the journey from pregnancy ends and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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journey into motherhood begins.&lt;/div&gt;
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I &lt;/div&gt;
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I am in Abilene this weekend celebrating&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanksgiving with my side of the family. I am thankful&lt;/div&gt;
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that we have family on both sides so close to us.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is so nice to be just a little over an hour away from nearly every&lt;/div&gt;
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person in my family and 35 minutes away from Tyler's parents.&lt;/div&gt;
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We find ourselves being able to quickly make it home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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to both Abilene and Coleman from Brownwood.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its so nice to be able to jump in the car and head to see family&lt;/div&gt;
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basically whenever we want, because the 4 of us are always&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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welcome.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its also SO very nice during BYA weekend, Homecoming weekend,&lt;/div&gt;
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and Alumni weekend at Hardin-Simmons to have a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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place for everyone to lay there head without having to&lt;/div&gt;
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pay a cent! Its a convenience I have probably taken for granted way too much&lt;/div&gt;
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in the last 3 years. Its always nice to come home!&lt;/div&gt;
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So, I am thankful for trips home and having family close by.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am so spoiled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-8046881296017903239?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/HrJ2Qe-s6UI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8046881296017903239/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=8046881296017903239" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8046881296017903239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8046881296017903239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/HrJ2Qe-s6UI/days-of-thanks-18.html" title="Days of Thanks 18" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABQH0-fyp7ImA9WhRSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-5415191173244863357</id><published>2011-11-17T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:09:11.357-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T09:09:11.357-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 17</title><content type="html">
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Everyone knows that there is nothing&lt;/div&gt;
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more precious than watching our parents loving&lt;/div&gt;
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on our children.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to sit back and wonder, as I see my parents&lt;/div&gt;
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and my in laws fall head over heels in love with my girls,&lt;/div&gt;
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if this is how they were with us when we were the tiny ones.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;My dad one day joked saying that having grandkids&lt;/div&gt;
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makes having kids worth it.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was not sure whether to hug him or slap him&lt;/div&gt;
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when he said that. He says he was joking,&lt;/div&gt;
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but I know that there is at least 1 ounce&lt;/div&gt;
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of truth in every sarcastic joke.&lt;/div&gt;
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My girls have 4 grandparents who love them both&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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wholeheartedly. Did you know there is no greater gift a parent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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can get than to see others loving your children?&lt;/div&gt;
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Goodness my eyes fill up with tears when I think about God has&lt;/div&gt;
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blessed my babies with grandparents who would stop&lt;/div&gt;
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the movement of the very Earth for my girls.&lt;/div&gt;
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So today, My thankfulness is directed at Tama and G-Dad&lt;/div&gt;
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and Ninny and Papa. Alongside Tyler and I, there are no other people&lt;/div&gt;
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who care for and love my Anslee and Kensington than them!&lt;/div&gt;
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Get ready for the superficial me to come out again.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am thankful for facebook.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really am! It has been responsible for keeping a somewhat&lt;/div&gt;
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organized photo album of my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its also kept me in touch with tons of people&lt;/div&gt;
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that I may not have stayed connected with otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;
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I realize that this may seem silly, but facebook&lt;/div&gt;
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really has been a useful tool to me in a lot of different ways.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have so enjoyed watching friends children growing up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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through pictures and updates,&lt;/div&gt;
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and currently I am using facebook to help&lt;/div&gt;
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plan a fabulous baby shower with friends who live&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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in all different parts of Texas!&lt;/div&gt;
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So even though you could make fun of me for this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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post, and how I am thankful for facebook,&lt;/div&gt;
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just realize that you probably are too!&lt;/div&gt;
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I am thankful for Tuesdays!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesdays are our busiest and most fun&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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day of the week here.&lt;/div&gt;
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We start out like any other day:&lt;/div&gt;
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wake up&lt;/div&gt;
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get dressed&lt;/div&gt;
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breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;
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On Tuesdays, we head to dance right after breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh Anslee loves dance class and her mommy loves watching her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then we fall back into line with a normal routine:&lt;/div&gt;
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Kensington naps&lt;/div&gt;
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lunch&lt;/div&gt;
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naps all around (sometimes mommy joins in!)&lt;/div&gt;
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Then we switch gears again from the norm.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kindermusik!&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh how we love Kindermusik.&lt;/div&gt;
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So really, Dance and Kindermusik are why I love Tuesdays.&lt;/div&gt;
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Having fun activities planned where Anslee can interact with peers&lt;/div&gt;
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and enjoy herself with music has been new since this Fall hit,&lt;/div&gt;
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and we have so enjoyed her being old enough to be involved in these types&lt;/div&gt;
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activities. I am really looking forward to when she can&lt;/div&gt;
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choose what she likes best and is most talented in!&lt;/div&gt;
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What fun we will have when Kensington gets herself&lt;/div&gt;
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busy in activities as well!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Right now we love our Tuesdays so much&lt;/div&gt;
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we simply can't fit any more fun in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-2752578410291622396?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/ug4mHJU3JsE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2752578410291622396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=2752578410291622396" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/2752578410291622396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/2752578410291622396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/ug4mHJU3JsE/days-of-thanks-15-thankful-tuesday.html" title="Days of Thanks - 15 Thankful Tuesday!" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9F3r0nNXwE/TsMaaSMATiI/AAAAAAAABoo/n0SGkZ5FSgM/s72-c/photo%2528101%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-15-thankful-tuesday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQ3k_fSp7ImA9WhRSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-1419514412788988424</id><published>2011-11-14T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:40:02.745-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T08:40:02.745-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 14</title><content type="html">
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I know that during these Days of Thanks I have mostly&lt;/div&gt;
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been thankful for physical things. Items I use.&lt;/div&gt;
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Places I like to go and such.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, I am thankful for something not so physical.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I am thankful for&lt;/div&gt;
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Difference.&lt;/div&gt;
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More specifically speaking,&lt;/div&gt;
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differences between these two.&lt;/div&gt;
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I love them equally, and they are equally different and I am so grateful&lt;/div&gt;
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for who each of them are as individuals.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Anslee is a picky eater. Kensington eats anything in sight. Anslee was a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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nursing mothers worst nightmare. Kensington, a nursing mothers dream.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee had a sweet and gently cry. (Its ture, a sweet cry really does exist) Kensington.&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh wow. I have never heard a child with a more ear piercing scream.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee likes her space. Kensington wants to share space with you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee had 8 teeth by November 14th of 2009. At the same age, on November 14, 2011 Kensington has four teeth and a month ago, she had none.&lt;/div&gt;
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When Anslee was teething, she drooled a gallon an hour. Kensington NEVER drools. &lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee likes stacking toys, puzzles, organizing an sorting. Kensington&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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wants soft toys, to hold and hug. Anslee's 1st word was mama.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kensingtons 1st word was dada. Anslee never really had diaper rash.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kensington has never really NOT had a diaper rash. Anslee smiled at 13 weeks old (I thought it would never happen) Kensington smiled at 5 weeks and 3 days old.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee was an easy baby to read. She was textbook on growth spurts, sickness, teething, and sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kensington was a hard newborn. Impossible to read. She is a spirited infant. You have to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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watch her a little closer to figure out what is going on with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee was the queen of spit up. Kensington has spit up like 4 times.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee slept through the night at 7 weeks old and has not looked back since.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kensington was 22 weeks old when she decided she liked naps and sleeping at night.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee crawled on all 4's. Kensington crawls with both arms and does a booty scoot (and boy is she quick!) to get herself around.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee sleeps with music playing. Kensington sleeps with a sound machine. &lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee wanted nothing to do with a pacifier. Kensington would loser her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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right arm without one.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am telling you. These precious babies, being loved on and raised in the same home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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under the same two parental influences, with the same parenting strategies&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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are as different as day and night.&lt;/div&gt;
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Black and white.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hot and cold.&lt;/div&gt;
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They have made parenting an adventure. Its truly something new every single day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Their differences have made this year of 2011 a complete joy. I clearly have&lt;/div&gt;
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had to be on my toes at all times&lt;/div&gt;
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and nothing surprises me any more.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am so thankful that even at almost 3 and almost 1 years old,&lt;/div&gt;
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they are individuals and already made a distinct name for themselves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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in our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have said this before and I will say it again: God has shown favor on me by gifting me&lt;/div&gt;
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with these two little lives. I dont know what I have done to deserve the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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honor of raising them, but I am sure thankful.&lt;/div&gt;
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and so very thankful for the differences between these 2 most incredible baby girls.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-1419514412788988424?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/9GLh33pXJj8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1419514412788988424/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=1419514412788988424" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/1419514412788988424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/1419514412788988424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/9GLh33pXJj8/days-of-thanks-14.html" title="Days of Thanks - 14" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFI9oEREvxY/TsE-b5xUIpI/AAAAAAAABoQ/WO5MLvilHCk/s72-c/IMG_2192.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-14.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGRXk7fip7ImA9WhRSEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-5998466251507386427</id><published>2011-11-13T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:15:24.706-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T15:15:24.706-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks -13</title><content type="html">
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I have dedicated this years Days of Thanks&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
to the little things in life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
that give us great joy.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was one of my very dear friends who, years ago, made me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
appreciate the small things in our world&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
that make a big difference.&lt;/div&gt;
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(Thanks Christen, it really did change my way of thinking)&lt;/div&gt;
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For some, it may be the Pumpkin Spice latte at Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not a fan, but I understand how for others it would be something to look forward too.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I would have to say that sonic is my "starbucks"&lt;/div&gt;
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I love it and clearly, the sonic car hops in Brownwood&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
have become nothing but friends!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
(Sorry I missed your baby shower Sheronda! You're baby girl is precious though!)&lt;/div&gt;
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I love me some sonic!&lt;/div&gt;
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So today, I am thankful for sonics all over&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
who bring me the best vanilla cokes this girl has ever tasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-5998466251507386427?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/MiA_gBSGGA0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5998466251507386427/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=5998466251507386427" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/5998466251507386427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/5998466251507386427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/MiA_gBSGGA0/days-of-thanks_13.html" title="Days of Thanks -13" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qbgtn7PN2k/TsBPRiIsh1I/AAAAAAAABoI/c4E5n0iUCzE/s72-c/sonic+logo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFQ3g6fSp7ImA9WhRSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-8654966252459992311</id><published>2011-11-12T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:13:32.615-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T18:13:32.615-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 12</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0dbxZRZnTPZX9IEWipnLBbXjAXA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0dbxZRZnTPZX9IEWipnLBbXjAXA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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I know &lt;strike&gt;moms&lt;/strike&gt; women everywhere are thankful for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
this kitchen invention:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The Slow Cooker.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Better known as :&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The Crock Pot.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler is especially thankful here lately for our slow cooker.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have really been utilizing it so much more lately,&lt;/div&gt;
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because at this point in my family's life,&lt;/div&gt;
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we need yummy home-cooked meals&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
that take approximately 4 minutes to prepare&lt;/div&gt;
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and less than 10 to clean up.&lt;/div&gt;
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So on this 12th day of November&lt;/div&gt;
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My family and I are thankful for the yummy meals&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
brought to us straight from&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
our Smart Pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-8654966252459992311?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/EMNP0KtzFb4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8654966252459992311/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=8654966252459992311" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8654966252459992311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/8654966252459992311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/EMNP0KtzFb4/days-of-thanks-12.html" title="Days of Thanks - 12" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-12.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNRHc_eip7ImA9WhRSEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-6724783443892815690</id><published>2011-11-11T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:31:35.942-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T12:31:35.942-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks -11</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uph54FhvvStoMlHBCENhMb1jvMI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uph54FhvvStoMlHBCENhMb1jvMI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Thankful just tips the&amp;nbsp; iceberg on how I feel about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Hardin-Simmons University.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I am so blessed to be a part of such a wonderful community.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The people that I met while I attended college there&lt;/div&gt;
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are those that have impacted my life in the most defining of ways.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The professors that poured into my education were clearly&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
one of a kind. Its a unique experience&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
to go to a private baptist University,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and one that I will forever cherish.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
It was more that a place to get a great education.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
It was a place to be changed. A place to really learn who you are&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and what you want out of life.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was on the brink of adulthood and had so much to learn&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
in so many areas. I graduated a different person than who I was when I first&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
set foot on the forty acres. I was proud of who I became&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and knew that HSU would be forever special to me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
There is not one thing I regret about my college experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I feel like HSU allowed this native Abilenian&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a true collegiate lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I have sense stayed closely connected to the HSU body,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and have no plans of changing that.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was humbled and thrilled to accept an invitation to be a part of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The Board of Young Associates in 2009,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
where I find myself keeping up with the current events of campus&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and helping to improve what might need improvement.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-WtncriHro/Tr2F5uveNzI/AAAAAAAABoA/S_mt0mqTvPU/s1600/hardin-simmons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-WtncriHro/Tr2F5uveNzI/AAAAAAAABoA/S_mt0mqTvPU/s400/hardin-simmons.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will forever be grateful for my education enlightened by faith! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJDBB5g-VLpAmxWyfceeNhEcto0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJDBB5g-VLpAmxWyfceeNhEcto0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJDBB5g-VLpAmxWyfceeNhEcto0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJDBB5g-VLpAmxWyfceeNhEcto0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
My girls need wheels.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Wheels that will get them happily from A to B.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
So we knew what we had to do.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
We had to get the BOB.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The DOUBLE BOB.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
This is the mother of all jogging strollers.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Lots of room.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Comfortable straps.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
A good recline.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
A hood that will reach to their toes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Tires that can go on a hike of any kind.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The greatest ride there is for my girls.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Boy to they love BOB.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
So does their mama.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Its an easy push.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Swivel to lock front wheel.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Perfect for all of our out and about needs.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Today I am thankful the ride.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-5312836811619444489?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/4HM5OJ0uuBU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5312836811619444489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=5312836811619444489" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/5312836811619444489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/5312836811619444489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/4HM5OJ0uuBU/days-of-thanks-10.html" title="Days of Thanks -10" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTi_XMmDHQs/TrxkOW9wCuI/AAAAAAAABn4/2txv4_H3tPk/s72-c/bob-revolution-duallie-2011-222x231.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GSXc8fCp7ImA9WhRTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-5386783857149385280</id><published>2011-11-09T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:40:28.974-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T18:40:28.974-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 9</title><content type="html">
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Oh my word! You thought I would not get today's post in, didnt you?&lt;/div&gt;
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I almost did not sit down to write,&lt;/div&gt;
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although I thought several times today about how thankful I am for&lt;/div&gt;
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Mothers Day Out.&lt;/div&gt;
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What a wonderful experience we have had at Wee Kids this year!&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee looks forward to going to "school"&lt;/div&gt;
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every Monday and Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee benefits a great deal from being in an&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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organized classroom type setting.&lt;/div&gt;
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All is age appropriate,&lt;/div&gt;
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but she has really learned so much.&lt;/div&gt;
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She has picked up on so many different concepts from school.&lt;/div&gt;
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Her most recent being that girls and boys are different.&lt;/div&gt;
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(She does not yet know why or how)&lt;/div&gt;
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she just knows there is a distinct difference.&lt;/div&gt;
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Her social skills are certainly put into practice here,&lt;/div&gt;
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being a peer setting and learning to respect each others space.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am also especially thankful for her teacher, Mrs. Kaylee.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mrs. Kaylee used to be a public school teacher,&lt;/div&gt;
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sees the importance of learning at an early age&lt;/div&gt;
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and sees each of her kids full potential.&lt;/div&gt;
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She is married to our Chiropractor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She co-coordinates &lt;a href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-4-mops.html" target="_blank"&gt;MOPS&lt;/a&gt; with me,&lt;/div&gt;
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and she is a mama herself to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Weston, 4 and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wyatt 2.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wyatt is in Anslee's class and they are precious friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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What a wonderful environment Wee Kids is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am also thankful for it right now,&lt;/div&gt;
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as it gives me the opportunity to have special one on one time&lt;/div&gt;
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with sweet Kensington.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anslee had that one on one time everyday for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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1 year + 362 days.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now Kensington can have some mommy time of her very own!&lt;/div&gt;
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We love Wee Kids and are thankful for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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all the good it is to us!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-5386783857149385280?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/96zQptAmM08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5386783857149385280/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=5386783857149385280" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/5386783857149385280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/5386783857149385280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/96zQptAmM08/days-of-thanks-9.html" title="Days of Thanks - 9" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-9.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AER38_fyp7ImA9WhRTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-6747232522970133713</id><published>2011-11-08T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:55:06.147-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T12:55:06.147-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks 8 - Friendships</title><content type="html">
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Friendship.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think when I was born something special ran through my veins.&lt;/div&gt;
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The need for extraordinary friendships.&lt;/div&gt;
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I needed it more than most, I think.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ever since I can remember, I have always found friendship to be something&lt;/div&gt;
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of a gift from only God. A blessed relationship between&lt;/div&gt;
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two or more people.&lt;/div&gt;
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A source of encouragement and growth.&lt;/div&gt;
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I take my friendships very seriously. I am beyond thankful for several women&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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in my life that I call "friend".&lt;/div&gt;
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There is no way that this particular blog post could&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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hold a picture of every single friend I have had that has made a lasting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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impact in my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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While I attended Hardin-Simmons, God saw favor on me. He gave me a group&lt;/div&gt;
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of girl friends that I hold especially dear to my heart. For a time in my life,&lt;/div&gt;
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they were family. We lived together.&lt;/div&gt;
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We truly shared life experiences with one another. You know me on a level&lt;/div&gt;
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that not a whole lot of people do or ever will.&lt;/div&gt;
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You know that I love you dearly and literally&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank my God for giving me you.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a few friends who I clearly could not enjoy life without.&lt;/div&gt;
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You precious women, you have spoke truth in my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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You have given me strength and helped me succeed.&lt;/div&gt;
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You have seen me at my worst. You have celebrated with me.&lt;/div&gt;
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You are more than just someone passing through my world.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am convinced that I spend eternity with each of you. Our friendship goes beyond&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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this very world.&lt;/div&gt;
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I appreciate you and this season, I am thankful for you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFVLKoyQBOY/TrmU9AtX7AI/AAAAAAAABno/DT_BNsLXX7s/s1600/friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFVLKoyQBOY/TrmU9AtX7AI/AAAAAAAABno/DT_BNsLXX7s/s400/friends.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Even though college has come and gone, and we have all gone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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our own ways in the world,&lt;/div&gt;
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we will always share a strong connection that I will never forget&lt;/div&gt;
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and always be thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;
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I treasure you.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have not lost the need for friendship post college.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have again been blessed with SO MANY women in my life who&lt;/div&gt;
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continue to grow me. I do wish I had a picture to share&lt;/div&gt;
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of each and every one of you.&lt;/div&gt;
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please know that am I grateful for each and every friendship I have&lt;/div&gt;
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had throughout my lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been forever changed by each of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-6747232522970133713?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/8B_m25Jv7tU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6747232522970133713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=6747232522970133713" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/6747232522970133713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/6747232522970133713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/8B_m25Jv7tU/days-of-thanks-8-friendships.html" title="Days of Thanks 8 - Friendships" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFVLKoyQBOY/TrmU9AtX7AI/AAAAAAAABno/DT_BNsLXX7s/s72-c/friends.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-8-friendships.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENR3c5eCp7ImA9WhRTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-7504199791638739777</id><published>2011-11-07T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:54:56.920-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T12:54:56.920-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 7</title><content type="html">
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Coggin Avenue Baptist Church.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is where my family and I attend church here in Brownwood.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really do not have enough good things to say about where we worship.&lt;/div&gt;
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This blog post could go on for days.&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel honored and blessed to be a part of such a strong body.&lt;/div&gt;
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Our Sunday School class is phenomenal. &lt;/div&gt;
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Lead by a couple that I look up to and have an incredible respect for.&lt;/div&gt;
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Our Pastor has a heart for God and just wants to love on people (and hunt deer.)&lt;/div&gt;
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The nursery is top notch. I leave my children in great care,&lt;/div&gt;
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but I also leave them with people who want to see them&lt;/div&gt;
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accept Christ for their own one day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its funny, now that I think about it.&lt;/div&gt;
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This post is in fact the 2nd out of 3 that will have to do&lt;/div&gt;
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with being a part of this great church family.&lt;/div&gt;
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MOPS being one,&lt;/div&gt;
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and another that will be posted later.&lt;/div&gt;
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Needless to say, I have grown in this church.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have made friends in this church.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am better because of my tie to this church.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you, Leaders and Members of Coggin Avenue Baptist.&lt;/div&gt;
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You have made a difference in this womans life for the better!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765106252294742237-7504199791638739777?l=themoseshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~4/oZHEOh1fJVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7504199791638739777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765106252294742237&amp;postID=7504199791638739777" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/7504199791638739777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765106252294742237/posts/default/7504199791638739777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesAPartyOf4/~3/oZHEOh1fJVU/days-of-thanks-7.html" title="Days of Thanks - 7" /><author><name>Tyler and Shea Moses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427382831516388760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7hOIPRR0SU/SxWQ0KfvfEI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRjqBYWSafw/S220/shea+and+tyler+028bwnb+-+Copy+(3).jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://themoseshome.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-thanks-7.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNSHY9eSp7ImA9WhRTFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765106252294742237.post-51101068287796381</id><published>2011-11-06T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:39:59.861-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T11:39:59.861-08:00</app:edited><title>Days of Thanks - 6</title><content type="html">
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So this is the post were my superficial self is going to come through.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are getting personal here.&lt;/div&gt;
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Whatever you do, please don't judge.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am just a girl fallen victim to&lt;/div&gt;
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Reality TV.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am a reality TV junkie and should probably get some professional help.&lt;/div&gt;
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As much as I hate to admit it,&lt;/div&gt;
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I am thankful for my favorite TV shows.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its an escape.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can watch drama without having any of my own.&lt;/div&gt;
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What could be better?&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, not all Reality TV is trash.&lt;/div&gt;
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 I happen to find one series particularly inspirational.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think most would agree.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IezxGXXdm-Y/Trbemjl880I/AAAAAAAABm4/Nf_sCl7jW8g/s1600/biggest+loser.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IezxGXXdm-Y/Trbemjl880I/AAAAAAAABm4/Nf_sCl7jW8g/s400/biggest+loser.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Love the transformations. Love the life changes. Love the accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its such an interesting take on loosing weight.&lt;/div&gt;
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Giving up everything to focus on health. Health being the #1.&lt;/div&gt;
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There is nothing better than sitting down with coke and pizza&lt;/div&gt;
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and watching these people change themselves from the inside out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Inspirational is clearly not what I would call my next favorite.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__-1V3qPfSw/TrbewJCHtLI/AAAAAAAABng/_PWKAJV_tqQ/s1600/the-bachelor-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__-1V3qPfSw/TrbewJCHtLI/AAAAAAAABng/_PWKAJV_tqQ/s400/the-bachelor-logo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is just good drama. Just trash at its finest. Is it not just straight up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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silliness as to how we become attached to certain&lt;/div&gt;
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contestants? Well shame on me. I don't miss a season.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then there is The Bachelor's not so distant cousin.&lt;/div&gt;
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Good grief. I told myself I would never watch this.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saying it took The Bachelor to a whole new level of no good.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then for some strange reason, I watched. Didn't miss an episode of season 1.&lt;/div&gt;
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Or season 2.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So you won't be surprised to know that I spend from 9-10 pm on Tuesday nights&lt;/div&gt;
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with MTV.&lt;/div&gt;
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This show has beyond made my jaw drop.&lt;/div&gt;
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We won't even get into that. So, yes, I watch.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know the girls. I feel sad for the babies.&lt;/div&gt;
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Drama.&lt;/div&gt;
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Well what is 16 and Pregnant without the follow up?&lt;/div&gt;
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Its impossible for me not to know what happened.&lt;/div&gt;
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Watched all the seasons. I certainly have my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know you all agree that somehow, Caitlyn and Tyler win the prize&lt;/div&gt;
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for most sensible. There is no telling how that happened though.&lt;/div&gt;
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Stop acting like you don't know exactly what I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;
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I could add a few more to my list here, but I dont want to humiliate myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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anymore than I just did.&lt;/div&gt;
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Well. Day 6 and I am thankful for trash TV. What would life look like without it?&lt;/div&gt;
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More conversations? More reading? A cleaner house? A smaller waist?&lt;/div&gt;
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Well probably, but we all have our guilty pleasures, right?&lt;/div&gt;
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