<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015</id><updated>2011-08-05T16:43:41.494-05:00</updated><category term='Hospital Visits'/><category term='Home.. in more than one sense of the word'/><category term='House'/><category term='and Razor Blades'/><title type='text'>Never a dull moment.at the hollands</title><subtitle type='html'>For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you.                    Jeremiah 29:11</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-2835632548426633782</id><published>2011-01-22T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:19:23.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11h0IOKI/AAAAAAAAALI/0Hien_NOYko/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564889852040198306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11h0IOKI/AAAAAAAAALI/0Hien_NOYko/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing her song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11Y6tL_I/AAAAAAAAALA/g9nuMb51lKw/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564889849651867634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11Y6tL_I/AAAAAAAAALA/g9nuMb51lKw/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Igor at his best. She did a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great job portraying her&lt;br /&gt;part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11GPoXbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IFiQ5M5YrQg/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564889844639358386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11GPoXbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IFiQ5M5YrQg/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's how Klaire spent the program.. thank goodness it was in airplane mode! She is an iphone expert. She is also a good sport about waiting on brother and sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11BzSIUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2q7rMO5WVQc/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564889843446718786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11BzSIUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2q7rMO5WVQc/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpy_BTvn6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UQMlPIg7DVw/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564886716578242466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpy_BTvn6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UQMlPIg7DVw/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is Kennedy with her teacher, Mrs. Baxley at the Halloween program. Her class was supposed to dress up as Igor, Dr. Frankenstein's assistant. Daddy came up with the idea to put a pillow under her hoodie and brown pants. She hunched over really looked the part. the only hard part was that only two of ther classmates dressed up like him too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they sang some cute songs and once again the music teachers outdid themselves. Here are some more shots of the kids singing their songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-2835632548426633782?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/2835632548426633782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=2835632548426633782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/2835632548426633782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/2835632548426633782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2011/01/singing-her-song-igor-at-his-best.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTp11h0IOKI/AAAAAAAAALI/0Hien_NOYko/s72-c/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1768065137222906434</id><published>2011-01-21T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:00:33.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwlKpFrvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zO64NYMHcuY/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564884073383833330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwlKpFrvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zO64NYMHcuY/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Scott's first year of soccer came way too fast. He played on the Bulldogs(original, I know). He played soccer a lot in the yard but was official this year at 4. Here he is running toward the ball. He did very well for his first time. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwk3nSFEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qaaizmm0js4/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B028-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564884068275983426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwk3nSFEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qaaizmm0js4/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B028-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott scored quite a bit! He was so proud. GOOOOOAAALLLLL!!! THis was his first of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwk44_hgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ndL6ylAeGxQ/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564884068618700290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwk44_hgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ndL6ylAeGxQ/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, dad was conned into coaching. This time he recruited Terral to help him. The boys are Aaron, who turned out to be a great soccer player, Zachary, soccer is not his first love, Tyson, the best player on the team, Hudson, terrals son and scott' friend, we traded a girl for Hudson and he was well worth the trade, and Scott. These boys ended up winning all but one of their games. they played together as a team and the coaches did a good job too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwklMYN2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-VAf4GqscJs/s1600/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564884063331301218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwklMYN2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-VAf4GqscJs/s200/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott and Tyson having  a heart to heart with coach Sean. As Pospsy would say "Strategizing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful Hudson got to play on our team. He and Scott got to be close and hopefully will play together again. These two could cause some serious trouble in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1768065137222906434?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1768065137222906434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1768065137222906434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1768065137222906434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1768065137222906434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2011/01/scotts-first-year-of-soccer-came-way.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpwlKpFrvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zO64NYMHcuY/s72-c/soccer%2Bcolts%2Bhalloween%2B069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-449011757323605831</id><published>2011-01-21T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:31:43.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>I have already broken several of my New Year's Resolutions. One, was to take more pictures, keep up with blogging better, and lots of others that I should know better than to resolve. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt;, after seeing Erin's blog book and how cool it was, I decided to catch up with my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: This will be a work in progress and take some time. But in the long run I am sure it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things I want to remember. Here are a few things that I need to write down for posterity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; I had with Kennedy at Christmas time about talking to Jesus. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;me: Jesus can talk to us anytime.&lt;br /&gt;K: Really, how?&lt;br /&gt;me: Well, we don't always hear His voice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; or hear his voice at all. Sometimes he talks to us through the Bible, other people, or circumstances.(yes, she understands that word)&lt;br /&gt;K:oh, like when he talks to me when the wind whistles through the trees. (yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; HER words)&lt;br /&gt;me; yes, K what does he say to you?&lt;br /&gt;K: Jesus tells me He is proud of me for wanting to tell people about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me so proud. At times, I wonder how we as parents are supposed to instill the teachings of Jesus in our children exactly. Well, sometimes I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; on us too much. Jesus will lead and show us and our children those teachings. Kennedy is such a sensitive spirit. I am so proud of her desire to do what's right.I hope it continues throughout her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klaire&lt;/span&gt; sang most of her alphabet. I have been so terrible about documenting things that she has done. Her fun personality makes me laugh on a daily basis. I also want to pull my hair out on some days because she does such different things than my other two. She is so good to go with the flow but when she has had enough, she get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott had surgery for his ears on Tuesday. I did not get pictures because I didn't take my camera to the hospital. He did great. They put in T tubes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; this is his third set. His chronic ear infections require this action. he was almost asleep when the nurses took him back. I was thankful they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drs&lt;/span&gt; didn't have to give him the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Versed&lt;/span&gt;. This makes them forget the procedure but also makes waking up afterwards that much harder. It makes Scott a grump. he didn't this time. He has been so good,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-449011757323605831?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/449011757323605831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=449011757323605831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/449011757323605831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/449011757323605831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-4041360543588965498</id><published>2010-11-07T00:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:46:55.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week at the Fair part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564880560267565954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYrQ5m4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6pv1U8Ux6g0/s200/Fair2010%2B129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYby6UDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qMAQtoOlr50/s1600/Fair2010%2B149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564880556115251250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYby6UDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qMAQtoOlr50/s200/Fair2010%2B149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYFEnuHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vd1KepM9q00/s1600/Fair2010%2B154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564880550015514738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYFEnuHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vd1KepM9q00/s200/Fair2010%2B154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYIbF6DI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Fr8ekYeK3Ug/s1600/Fair2010%2B158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564880550915074098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYIbF6DI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Fr8ekYeK3Ug/s200/Fair2010%2B158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptXvrW2iI/AAAAAAAAAJg/U8Gp-u4u5kk/s1600/Fair2010%2B173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564880544272407074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptXvrW2iI/AAAAAAAAAJg/U8Gp-u4u5kk/s200/Fair2010%2B173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTppL7PQ6oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3uBM9RdRN_k/s1600/Fair2010%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875943170861698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTppL7PQ6oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3uBM9RdRN_k/s200/Fair2010%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTppLo3sRBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7zQe1aKA0Io/s1600/Fair2010%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875938240152594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTppLo3sRBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7zQe1aKA0Io/s200/Fair2010%2B096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTppLeREeZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UovpUJrcOEI/s1600/Fair2010%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875935393806738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTppLeREeZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UovpUJrcOEI/s200/Fair2010%2B094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy Week at the Fair part II(follow pictures above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending all week getting geared up to show calves, the fun part finally rolls around. After showing Bella and not having so much fun, Kennedy got to forget about animals for a little while and begin to transform herself for the Fair Princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt;. It all began at the Red Carpet Salon where Michelle Lensing did her hair. She started out curling it with a flat iron, ironic. Then she swept it up on top of her head with all these beautiful curls cascading from her head. Great job, Michelle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she got her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tshirt&lt;/span&gt; and jeans on for the opening number. She had to introduce herself and then do a dance to a Hannah Montana song. Quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; for six four to six year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. No organized moves makes for a LONG dance but they did well. We then hurried back stage for a quick change into her dress. It was a short white dress with a halter and beads on the bodice. the skirt was full and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flowy&lt;/span&gt;. Her socks and bow matched with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marabou(fur)&lt;/span&gt; and rhinestones! The more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; the better!!! She came out and smiled so pretty, did her figure eight walk and then went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emcees&lt;/span&gt; who one of turned out to be her queen, Emily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McCollom&lt;/span&gt;. Emmy asked her the question what was her favorite toy. I thought to myself oh good, an easy one. She will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; horses for sure. I was wrong. Kennedy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;answered&lt;/span&gt; the question with "puzzles." Not sure where that came from but she smiled through it and looked very poised. She did so well that when they came out, she was announced as the 2010 Sebastian County Fair Princess. For her first pageant she did great! We are looking forward to our next appearance at the Greenwood Christmas Parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-4041360543588965498?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/4041360543588965498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=4041360543588965498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4041360543588965498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4041360543588965498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/11/busy-week-at-fair-part-ii.html' title='Busy Week at the Fair part II'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTptYrQ5m4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6pv1U8Ux6g0/s72-c/Fair2010%2B129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-5562798369680328277</id><published>2010-09-06T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:42:03.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Today my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alma&lt;/span&gt; mater &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouachita&lt;/span&gt; Baptist &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Univeristy&lt;/span&gt; is having  blog out day. The admissions office wants alumni to share their story via blog so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always heard about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBU&lt;/span&gt; through my dad's youth group kids. I grew up know all about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBU&lt;/span&gt;. Many of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Searcy&lt;/span&gt; grads went there. I really got serious about looking for colleges my junior year. My first love was any school where they had good cheerleaders and I could try out before enrolling as a student. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;''t want to go to any school unless I could cheer for that school. This meant I couldn't go to U of A because when I was a senior tryouts were not until fall after enrollment. I found a school in Jackson, TN called Union University, a baptist school that had a coed cheer squad who was decent. I visited there and thought I liked it. Being a private school meant that I was going to have to get serious scholarships. On that visit, I learned I had a full ride due to grades, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;actitivies&lt;/span&gt;, and grants. Upon returning home,  I had a letter from a girl I had looked up to all through high school telling me how awesome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBU&lt;/span&gt; was and how she thought I would love it. I made the excuse that I was still two thousand dollars short on scholarships at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouachita&lt;/span&gt;.  Looking through the mail turned out to be my answer. I had a letter saying I had received two thousand dollar scholarship from some random place in New York. WOW! God was trying to tell me something. Shortly there after, I tried out and made the cheer squad. Granted, we were not Kentucky by any means but I met two of my best friends cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to some of the best parts of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBU&lt;/span&gt;:I met my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roomate&lt;/span&gt; of four years at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBU&lt;/span&gt;. We are still friends to this day. I made so many great lifelong friends at college. Some of the best things were my social club(similar to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soroity&lt;/span&gt; at at state school) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEs&lt;/span&gt;. Tiger Tunes. We WON as Toy soldiers. (pics to come later) Tiger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Traks&lt;/span&gt; basically a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oozefeat&lt;/span&gt; of mud volleyball, cheering in college,hanging out in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; Bailey with my girls, laughing, crying, and growing close, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TWIRP&lt;/span&gt; week(the woman is responsible for paying). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful experience at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBU&lt;/span&gt; and I hope my children choose to go there as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-5562798369680328277?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/5562798369680328277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=5562798369680328277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5562798369680328277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5562798369680328277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-5996336964276667053</id><published>2010-09-04T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:13:00.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneous and silly</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day I hope m kids remember. For the first time in a very long time we had nowhere to be and nothing to do. I was kind of in shock because the day was so eventful even though we were not on a "schedule."&lt;br /&gt;The day started out with my kids "cocka doodle doing" my brother at 7 this morning. Not a morning person, he actually endured it quite well. After a breakfast of togetherness, we ventured to "Greenwood House" aka my parents house in Greenwood. Side note: My parents live in Searcy but have a small place here to come and visit so as not to be in our "grill".&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with my parents, had lunch, and then Kennedy got to ride her horse, Spirit. I know, original but we inherited the name when we bought the horse. She hasn't gotten to ride lately and loved it. I am not sure the love is as passionate as it has been in the past but still there. After riding, we played outside in the beautiful weather. I am so thankful it wasnt' so hot today.&lt;br /&gt;My parents got a new porch swing and my dad, brother, and Sean put it together. It wasnt' that hard but each wanted to participate so after they finally got it put together we played with the box. It first was a resturant, then a lemonade stand, a package which came with children popping out. The best part of the play came when Popsy decided to push the big kids down the big hill behind the pond IN the boxes. How much fun did these two have. OMG! The game went on for a long time. Savoring the delighted squeals and jubilant laughter, I realized the kids are still babies. They don't always need an activity scheduled to have fun. Sometimes just being silly and spontaneous is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-5996336964276667053?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/5996336964276667053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=5996336964276667053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5996336964276667053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5996336964276667053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/09/spontaneous-and-silly.html' title='Spontaneous and silly'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-6313932616841326312</id><published>2010-08-30T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:45:28.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTphfJbo7OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKXrnDu22w8/s1600/Fair2010%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564867477305355490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTphfJbo7OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKXrnDu22w8/s200/Fair2010%2B091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTphepWJf-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HAO9EUxlEps/s1600/Fair2010%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564867468692389858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTphepWJf-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HAO9EUxlEps/s200/Fair2010%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTphezeR2RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0b3SyWbiqn0/s1600/Fair2010%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564867471410845970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTphezeR2RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0b3SyWbiqn0/s200/Fair2010%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpheWgtc4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/o6Jw-Jtwjok/s1600/Fair2010%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564867463636415362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpheWgtc4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/o6Jw-Jtwjok/s200/Fair2010%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fair Week is always busy for the Hollands. Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busyness began Monday getting ready for all the festivties. Scrounging up a car for the parade was first on the agenda. Sean and I called everyone we know that had a convertible but to no avail. Then, we thought of Susie Butler. She has a bright yellow Pontiac Solstice and was nice enough to let Sean drive Kennedy in the parade. K loved it soo much. She was riding in the parade because she was a contestant in the Sebastastian County Fair Princess. Soo, it was off tothe parade. Kennedy thought the parade was more exciting than the pageant. She wore her snakeskin dress and her boots. She sat up so tall and proud waving the pageant wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three years, Kennedy has shown a calf. Her first experience was Norman, a bottle fed calf who she saved. He was light brown and very fragile, for lack of a better word. Then there was Ears, who was named for those parts of her body. She was half Bremer with a red coat. She and Ears bonded and became good partners. That calf would follow her anywhere. Ears was such a good heifer that grew to be over 500 lbs and Kennedy showed her again. Kennedy loved showing her calf and was very proud ofher showmanship award, her purple Grand Champion ribbons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a bit different. The calf's name is Bella, she came to us about one month ago. Sean worked with this calf every day trying to get her ready for the Sebastain County Fair. She seemed ready, a little "antsy" as Sean and Kennedy described her, but ready none the less. As she lead the calf into&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpheWgtc4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/o6Jw-Jtwjok/s1600/Fair2010%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the area, Bella decided that she would not perform. She headbutted Kennedy four times and made her cry. Sean had to help K lead Bella into the ring. K cried all afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTpheWgtc4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/o6Jw-Jtwjok/s1600/Fair2010%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was Scott's first year to show. He is four and did a great job. He had a little help from dad but was soo proud. His calf was "Lady" after the purple engine that is a friend of his favorite engine, Thomas. Scott did not have a good relationship with Lady at first. She was very hungry and ran over him in the process of getting to her food. He began to like her better after he waited to work with her after she ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He walked out into the arena leading Lady as if he had done it a hundred times. Chest puffed out, he walked so proud, as he should be. Considering the weight difference inthe two. Both of the "pee wees"as they are called at this age got a purple ribbon. It takes a lot just to get them out there much less the time and effort it takes before you get there. Ask Sean about that, I am not quite sure of all the details. Give me hair and makeup I am good. Dirt and other things, not so much. Both of my babies made me proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klaire was at the fair also. she did a lot of sitting and waiting. That's how she spends most of her time these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a picture of our lifesavers every year at the fair but they are always there and so helpful. The Taylor girls: mom, Susan, Claire, Aubrey, Christine, and Madeline. These girls are so great to do anything Kennedy (and Scott this year) need help with from scooping poop to helping lead cattle. They even do fun stuff like tie kennedy up with duct tape. She asked for it(litterally and figurateltly) and keep everyone entertained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Taylor Girls for showing my children how to have fun and be responsible all at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-6313932616841326312?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/6313932616841326312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=6313932616841326312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6313932616841326312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6313932616841326312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/08/fair-week-is-always-busy-for-hollands.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TTphfJbo7OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKXrnDu22w8/s72-c/Fair2010%2B091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-370583877179963347</id><published>2010-08-19T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:23:01.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What kids say</title><content type='html'>WOW! Kennedy made me so proud today. SHe is going to be in the fair queen pagant this year. She will be one of the oldest in her division so we thought it would be a fun experience. I was nervous at first because she is such an overachiever I was worried about how it would be if she doesn't win. We talked about how she might not win but it would be fun to get dressed up. Anyway, we were practicing our "walk" and then I told her there might be some questions on stage. She won't be judged on them but she still needed to be ready. We went through several questions. Here were her answers.. you will see why I was proud when you read the question about her favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you like to do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;Ken: I like to read books and ride horses.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you have a horse?&lt;br /&gt;Ken: yes, spirit is her name.&lt;br /&gt;Me:You said you like to read, what is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;Ken: Well, I like the Junie B Jones books but The Giving Tree is my favorite.(surprised look on my face)&lt;br /&gt;Me:Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ken: The tree gives away everything to other people and I want to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me so proud because this came with absolutely no prompting by me. I just wanted to hear her answers. It makes me feel good as a mom that she picked something with some substance. I am soo proud ofher. Can't wait til pageant night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-370583877179963347?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/370583877179963347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=370583877179963347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/370583877179963347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/370583877179963347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-kids-say.html' title='What kids say'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-3604244083463626419</id><published>2010-08-19T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:16:03.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was open house at East Pointe and we went to meet Mrs. Baxley. Kennedy had written her a note and got a gift together for her. The soap and handsanitizer wrapped with a hand towel and big ribbon. We worked hard to get that bow tied just right. So, we tour the school and then go into her classroom. Ms. Baxley is opening Kennedy's card and says,"Thanks Kennedy. Now I can get a coke." Kennedy had given Ms. Baxley a dollar. OMG! I was so surprised. Soo funny. She thinks thats a big deal because she gets a dollar in the mail from Gransy and Popsy.  Going to be a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-3604244083463626419?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/3604244083463626419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=3604244083463626419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3604244083463626419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3604244083463626419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/08/yesterday-was-open-house-at-east-pointe.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-6468982613477044531</id><published>2010-08-12T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:22:42.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After spending time with Kennedy's teacher, Mrs. Baxley I  know that God has her in the right place. I am soo excited about this year. There are good kids in her class and the parties will be fun with other parents. I am thankful that I didn't write that letter I debated about.  This year is going to be good. Kennedy is so excited about her teacher and her class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-6468982613477044531?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/6468982613477044531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=6468982613477044531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6468982613477044531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6468982613477044531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-spending-time-with-kennedys.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-44038326080071326</id><published>2010-08-12T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:19:35.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The teacher</title><content type='html'>We went to the school the other day to find out who Kennedy's teacher was. We have been talking all summer about who her teacher is. She really wanted to get Ms. Watts because we go to church with her and Kennedy feels comfortable with her. I tried to explain to her that she may not get her. I was hoping she might get her too. I really debated about whether or not to write a letter and "request" a teacher. I thought that might help get the teacher we both wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much prayer and talking to Godly friends, I decided NOT to write that letter. The trip to the school was so much fun. Kennedy was so excited as was I. We both realized that she did not get Ms. Watts. I was a bit disappointed.. at first. Then I realized that we got Gina Baxley. Kennedy was okay with not having who she orginally wanted and I was good with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the list of students we got even more excited about her class this year. I am so thankful for good friends for Kennedy. There are so many kids in the class. This day was such a fun experience and Kennedy got to share it with her good friend Lindsey. Lindsey's first year of school will be this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-44038326080071326?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/44038326080071326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=44038326080071326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/44038326080071326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/44038326080071326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/08/teacher.html' title='The teacher'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-195737081610281292</id><published>2010-08-11T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:32:35.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;More pics of the beach.. here is how the big kids had fun.. pushing each other into the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-d-ave2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o48fevgXRY8/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504382223013346146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-d-ave2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o48fevgXRY8/s200/beach+scott+4bday+176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a different perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-dBsCLHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMJe_EpSppM/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504382206711311474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-dBsCLHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMJe_EpSppM/s200/beach+scott+4bday+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-c8KyNOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/y5DqZGQvpDQ/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504382205229675746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-c8KyNOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/y5DqZGQvpDQ/s200/beach+scott+4bday+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Charlie's angels came to visit while we were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-cQl1UuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iUIwk_giRgs/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504382193531966178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-cQl1UuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iUIwk_giRgs/s200/beach+scott+4bday+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crabs caught by daddy, kennedy, scott and popsy. love chasing those crabs after dark. Mommy and Gransy were watching Alyse Eady win Miss Arkansas via the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-cM7IOyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f6ZNXfZ_1uY/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504382192547543842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-cM7IOyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f6ZNXfZ_1uY/s200/beach+scott+4bday+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-195737081610281292?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/195737081610281292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/195737081610281292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/195737081610281292'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TGN-d-ave2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o48fevgXRY8/s72-c/beach+scott+4bday+176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-3353141237530454446</id><published>2010-07-27T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:51:33.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My home away from Home.. THE BEACH</title><content type='html'>I absolutely LOVE the beach! I was so sad when I heard about the oil spill and how it "ruined" the Gulf Coast. I thought we would not be able to go this year. We skipped last year because Klaire was so small. Thankfully, we had a wonderful lady we rent from who encouraged us to come on. Two years ago my mom found this wonderful condo called Ocean House in Gulf Shores, Alabama. The complex has a zero entry pool and it sits ON the beach which is a must for us. The other thing that cinched it for us was the bathroom on the ground floor right by the pool. With two of three kids potty trained, it makes life a LOt easier at the pool. Here is the view from our condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y2rt-odI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xv_b2rUdLIs/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498810322560917970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y2rt-odI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xv_b2rUdLIs/s200/beach+scott+4bday+154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed on the second floor, which was actually the first floor of rooms. Far enough away from pool not to hear noise but close enough to enjoy the view of pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Klaire's first trip to the beach. She loved it. I didn't take my camera to the beach the days we played in the ocean but she loved the waves. She would wait for the water to come in and then run into the waves. She is so brave. Gransy and Popsy would hold onto her sometimes to keep her from falling. I am glad my kids love the beach as much as I do. She would also play in the sand until she saw the big kids get up and go to the ocean, then she would be right behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y2Fbtt7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZAPUJHo4WUg/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498810312283764658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y2Fbtt7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZAPUJHo4WUg/s200/beach+scott+4bday+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to get pics of all three was quite hard. No one would look at the camera at the same time. It really frustrated me at the time but now it is fun to look back and see all the chaos that happened in a matter of minutes. Scott pushed Kennedy into the sand and Klaire fell in the water. Ahh, the memories..&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy, 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott, almost 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klaire, 16 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y13aayII/AAAAAAAAAFM/CmYFc6e9iVA/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498810308520233090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y13aayII/AAAAAAAAAFM/CmYFc6e9iVA/s200/beach+scott+4bday+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this shot. Hope they really feel this loving toward each other one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y1ZtmYzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/45ANeFFpm58/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498810300547621682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y1ZtmYzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/45ANeFFpm58/s200/beach+scott+4bday+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture, notice Lightening McQueen made this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y0aZx44I/AAAAAAAAAE8/f4byGdOtWwM/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498810283553055618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y0aZx44I/AAAAAAAAAE8/f4byGdOtWwM/s200/beach+scott+4bday+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and enjoyed ourselves. We only had two days worth of oil and Gulf Shores did a great job of cleaning up the beaches. The media really hurt tourism in the area for no reason. Yes, there was oil but no, it shouldn't have kept people away from the beach. I am so thankful we went and enjoyed the sand, water, and waves.. to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-3353141237530454446?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/3353141237530454446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=3353141237530454446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3353141237530454446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3353141237530454446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-home-away-from-home-beach.html' title='My home away from Home.. THE BEACH'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-y2rt-odI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xv_b2rUdLIs/s72-c/beach+scott+4bday+154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7175671183191574068</id><published>2010-07-27T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:17:55.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy part two</title><content type='html'>Scott's party was Monday at Flame Gymnastics Outback. He had several of his friends over and they played their little hearts out. Here is the Birthday boy with his crown, that didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-ta1pH46I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fA2aOIQnoIQ/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498804346630431650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-ta1pH46I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fA2aOIQnoIQ/s200/beach+scott+4bday+278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the "little kids," Hudson, Ainsley, Camryn, Courtney, Brandon, Bethany and Scott. What a cute group of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-taduXl2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3vpEnDXwAk0/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498804340209981282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-taduXl2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3vpEnDXwAk0/s200/beach+scott+4bday+280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big girls at their own table. Ellie, Lindsey, Abi, Emily, and Kennedy. Big sisters helping celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-tZwHbRSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jk6_O7J9dJU/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498804327967048994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-tZwHbRSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jk6_O7J9dJU/s200/beach+scott+4bday+281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, Thomas the tank Engine was the theme of the party. Carla Gregory made teh cake and did a great job. We love Thomas at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-tZVl3SGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mgrdm05OvVE/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498804320846956642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-tZVl3SGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mgrdm05OvVE/s200/beach+scott+4bday+282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the engineers getting ready to ride home. The only thing better would have been a real train. The kids had so much fun and enjoyed themselves. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-tYwdUNVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qkZZT1qiZXE/s1600/beach+scott+4bday+292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498804310878991698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-tYwdUNVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qkZZT1qiZXE/s200/beach+scott+4bday+292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7175671183191574068?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7175671183191574068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7175671183191574068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7175671183191574068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7175671183191574068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-boy-part-two.html' title='Birthday Boy part two'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TE-ta1pH46I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fA2aOIQnoIQ/s72-c/beach+scott+4bday+278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1931015878586737731</id><published>2010-07-25T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:26:26.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my precious baby boy, Scott.  He is four today. I am soo thankful for a healthy son to continue our family legacy, carry on the Holland name, the features and values of the Jacksons, and develop into his own person. I pray for Scott's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality&lt;br /&gt;personality&lt;br /&gt;nature&lt;br /&gt;kindergarten teacher&lt;br /&gt;high school teacher&lt;br /&gt; wife, that we love her and she loves us(that might be hard), that she is a strong Christian woman, and fun loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, I woke up at 3 in the morning wondering why I was awake. I thought I had to use the restroom and realized my water had broken. I woke Sean up and told him it was time to go to the hospital. He, of course, layed there and asked if I was sure. I said, emphatically, yes I am positive. I got a shower and did my hair and make up before we left. Sean ran to the car and kept coming back in to ask if I was ever going to get ready to go. I was in no hurry. I didn't begin to hurt with contraction until we got to the hospital. When we got there it was 6:30 and the night shift nurses checked me in and told me they thought I was mistaken about my water breaking. NOT TRUE! Soo, when the morning crew came on they confirmed what I already knew and began the potosin at 8ish. Dr. Rainwater came in and checked me and I had not dialated much.  I took some IV drugs and Sean would watch the monitors. Each time the contractions would show he would squeeze a spot on my foot the reflexologist gave me in high school. It seemed to work keeping my contractions from being HORRIBLE.  On this went until I felt like Scott was coming. The nurse checked me and I was dialated to an 8 and we did a "practice push." Sean got up and said he was going to the lobby to let everyone know I was beginning pushing but then nurse Hope grabbed his arm with wide eyes and said, " Don't leave, I might need you." WOW that made me feel better. Dr. Rainwater came in and caught the baby boy who had no name yet. We didn't see her long because Scott made such a timely exit.&lt;br /&gt;His name was debated for several days. Mom and Dad could not agree. Fianlly, when it was time to go home we gave the boy his name. I am pleased with it and it fits him. I love you Scott!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very tiring day.  After spending the night at my parents house following an eleven day beach trip(more on that later), we began the trip back home. It went well and we were glad to be home for Scott's birthday. Daddy cooked burgers and hot dogs so we could spend time with family after being gone.  Gransy and Popsy came over and we had cake and ice cream. Thomas and james the tank engines even made an appearance. Sean and I are waiting until his party Monday to give him his present.   We had so much fun celebrating Scott's birthday.  Good to be back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1931015878586737731?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1931015878586737731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1931015878586737731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1931015878586737731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1931015878586737731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7269329843261517011</id><published>2010-07-10T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:05:36.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Nancy</title><content type='html'>As I looked through my memories aka pictures, I realized that I had not blogged about Kennedy's birthday party. She turned 6 and had a hard time deciding what she wanted to do forher party. We have done one, dora, horses, my little pony, and the horses again. Soo, she thought she wanted to do horses but when we talked about it several times, she finally came up with Fancy Nancy. Nancy is one of her favorite characters to read about. She wanted to play gams at her party.  The kids had sack races,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TDlLnB9APWI/AAAAAAAAADs/x27nWwvp7FQ/s1600/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492504354466315618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TDlLnB9APWI/AAAAAAAAADs/x27nWwvp7FQ/s200/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stilt races (which the big kids did pretty good with but the little kids... not so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TDlLmzEHjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/OG5PRqD602c/s1600/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492504350469622850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TDlLmzEHjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/OG5PRqD602c/s200/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; musical chairs and played with the parachute. How much fun was that for a bunch of 6 year old girls, oh and Pierce, the  ONLY big boy. he is K's cousin and she HAS to invite him so we let him decide if he wanted to be the only boy and smart guy he said sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TDlLmWUokKI/AAAAAAAAADc/7_lsXQ74PeE/s1600/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492504342754267298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TDlLmWUokKI/AAAAAAAAADc/7_lsXQ74PeE/s200/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the cake Kennedy picked out. She descibed it to me as a three layer cake that is pink and purple. I thought it would be iced that way but Carla knew better. Kennedy and I had a "girls day" one day and went to Hobby Lobby and she picked out these imbellishments. Pretty good Fancy Nancy cake. Way to go H1!! I can't believe she is six. I watch her grow up more every day and am thankful that I get to stay home and do that.  I am also thankful this little girl has good friends to share her birthday and that she is healthy enough to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7269329843261517011?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7269329843261517011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7269329843261517011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7269329843261517011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7269329843261517011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/07/fancy-nancy.html' title='Fancy Nancy'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TDlLnB9APWI/AAAAAAAAADs/x27nWwvp7FQ/s72-c/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-8622863367674640049</id><published>2010-07-09T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:09:29.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Fest Fun</title><content type='html'>After living in Greenwood for almost 10 years I finally made it to the Freedom Fest hosted on the square each July 4th. I am told that there are things like a turtle race, bounce arounds, and other fun activites all day. Since the weather was wet and dreary most of the day, I kept the children home until "showtime." Daddy aka 10 spur was performing on the square as the headlining act. They followed Mr. CabbageHead and athe Screaming Radishes and Fordomatic. Great times had by all.  Because of the rain I didn't take my camera but got a few shots on my phone. Great music was heard and the band did a great job making Freedom Fest a hometown success! SO  proud ofmy husband. The kids had fun sitting and watching as well as dancing. Klaire just sat in the stroller(where she has spent most of her life up to this point) and clapped when daddy played. &lt;br /&gt;We watched fireworks all together and then Ms. Monica took the little kids home for bed. Kennedy got to stay and watch the second half of the 10 Spur show. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next year, maybe it will be sunny and we may even race a turtle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-8622863367674640049?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/8622863367674640049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=8622863367674640049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8622863367674640049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8622863367674640049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/07/freedom-fest-fun.html' title='Freedom Fest Fun'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-4912197070529367370</id><published>2010-06-29T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:13:26.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep swimming</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much to our sponsors for this year. Dan and Tonya at Eagle One Logisitcs!! They helped make us look so sharp on and off the field.You two are great. Glad we got to know you.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488427502263143554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCrPu__hDII/AAAAAAAAAC8/kml9DLz3R6Q/s200/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cool slide every kid there went down at least a hundred times. Okay maybe a little exaggeration but those kids loved it! Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCrPupTKgqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wFjijb-JxKI/s1600/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488427496171537058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCrPupTKgqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wFjijb-JxKI/s200/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here are two of the three girls on our team, Kennedy and LeahDunking each other is so fun, why? All in good fun I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCrPuPh_h1I/AAAAAAAAACs/mCl4f1-T66M/s1600/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488427489254410066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCrPuPh_h1I/AAAAAAAAACs/mCl4f1-T66M/s200/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tball party was last night and we had such a great time. Thanks to the Young Family for hosting such a good party. The kids had fun but it was a very enjoyable evening for the adults too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team came in first place in the younger 5 and 6 year old league. Great way to finish the season, even though we didn't get to make up our two rainouts. I wish we played a little longer into the summer. It is so fun to be at the ballpark. Most of my summer memories begin and end with either watching or playing. I want my kids to experience that too. sorry, spiderwebbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the party, it got stared off on the right foot. I had to go back to pick up something I forgot so the guys were in charge. Maybe not such a good choice around water. Example:bree's party from last year when Scott fell/jumped? in. Soo, when I arrive back at the party I am told that both of my children have been down the slide without floaties. That's okay because they are both excellent swimmers. Three years of lessons, they ought to be Olympians by now according to dad. The scary part is when my husband informs me that they were debating about who was going in after our children because Scott somehow ended up swimming over his sister in the water. Chris apparently didn't wait for the discussion, he went in fully clothed. Thanks Chris!!&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a ball and got their trophies. After realizing they placed first the excitement was mounting. then more swimming. Hamburgers and hot dogs cooked by the grill master, aka Sean Holland, was the menu of choice. eating, swimming and ending the season on a good note was&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-4912197070529367370?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/4912197070529367370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=4912197070529367370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4912197070529367370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4912197070529367370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just keep swimming'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCrPu__hDII/AAAAAAAAAC8/kml9DLz3R6Q/s72-c/tballparty,+k6day,+summer+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-8848648665402821737</id><published>2010-06-26T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:31:35.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday cha cha cha... Kennedy turned six today. I was at St. Edwards on June 24 at midnight to get things rollin'. I took everything but the kitchen sink, had been packed for three weeks and was anxious for this to happen. With her being my first, I was apprehensive to say the least. I stayed the night (didn't sleep b/c of vitals check.) and then at 8:00 am Melissa Rainwater came in and started my petocin (sp?) and  broke my water about an hour later. I wasn't in labor long but it was hard. I decided I wanted to "try" tohave the baby without epidural. I might change my mind later I thought. But I did want a little IV drugs to knock the edge off. I was in and out during contractions.  Soo, sean would watch the monitor and when the contractions would start he would squeeze a spot on the side of my ankle and the contractions didn't seem as bad. This spot was suggested by a reflexologist so I think it worked physically but I know it worked mentally (3 times). The nurses let me "practice" push when I finally dialated to an 8. My nurse Hope told Sean that he might get to help deliver the baby. She kept telling me not to push but I couldn't help it. I didn't have that epidural so I could  feel each time my body wanted to push. I tried not to. At this point, I had not seen the doctor very much. She rushes in and floats the baby because th cord is around her neck. All of this I find out later.  She delivered the beautiful baby girl, sewed me up  and said Congratulations, that will be $X. Thanks. See you later. I didn't see her again until next mornning. She did ask the baby's name and Sean looked at me and said "after that, you can name her anything you want."  She became Kennedy Danette Holland at that moment. I am so thankful for my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;She teaches me so much. I want to remember everything about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;You slept on my chest for the first six weeks of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nursed for 14 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read LOTS of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You LOVED baby einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nursed many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learned and used sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave words: please, thank you, eat, more, dad, mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talked early and in sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so good, went anywhere without fussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you played with horses from the time you could hold anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like baby dolls, barbies, just horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that to say, tonight we took Kennedy out to dinner by herself for  her birthday. We wanted it to be special for her. She chose to eat at Logan's. She loves their rolls. She ate steak tips and macaroni. I loved being there with her because it was like how it will be when she is a teenager. I saw glimpese of her personality that I can't wait to see blossom. We gave her a Nintendo DS. We had talked about gettting her one and were debating. At the Spring Fling at Westwood, I won the raffle for a DS and a Phineas and Ferb game.  She loves that show. Only becasue she gets the humor that is intended for adults watching the show with their kids.  She loved it. It made me kind of sad becasue she didn't get a "toy"  or stuffed horse but she wasn't interesed in them. I am loving who she is becoming but am kind of sad to see her grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus, for a beautiful young lady I pray will follow you and be a special child of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-8848648665402821737?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/8848648665402821737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=8848648665402821737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8848648665402821737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8848648665402821737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-837157503626268625</id><published>2010-06-23T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:03:23.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Klaire Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCGf_fIxKdI/AAAAAAAAACk/dk0bNt6VdEw/s1600/choir,+h3+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485841734152825298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCGf_fIxKdI/AAAAAAAAACk/dk0bNt6VdEw/s200/choir,+h3+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCGf_NUTx9I/AAAAAAAAACc/DGT3slKIGKM/s1600/choir,+h3+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Klaire Bear! This is what she was called the first few minutes after she came. Our nurse used that name and we LOVED it so we have made it stick. Sean calls her Dobber as in Klaire Dobson Holland, after a family that is close to my family grwoing up. She is growing up so fast. She started walking about a month ago. Klaire is aso feeding herself when I let her. I don't like a mess so I feed them as long as possible. She does pretty well probably because she doesn't want to waste any of it. Ha WOW! She is almost running. Trying to keep up with H1 and H2 as we refer to them. H3 is smiling and beginning to talk. She is putting her sign language to good use. She uses more for pretty much everything, usually asking for more to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today she looked at our friend Sharon and said "share share" This started with my other friend Mischelle's daughter calling Sharon that name. One day last week she said "gansy" (gransy) I am almsot positive. Hearing Klaire use words and walk makes me realize how grown up she is getting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is bittersweet to think she might be the last Hollands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; kid on this branch of the tree. You win, Tara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that make me sad she is the caboose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby smell (the good ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cute fabric carol hartsell is getting in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scott won't have a brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuddling on the couch with no talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby sign language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each milestone she passes will be the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that make me happy she is the caboose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby smells(the bad ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO MORE diapers!! eventurally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has a sister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scott won't have a brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trips to school programs, tball, or any other event without an infant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe she will LOVE dance, gymnastics, and paegants and HATE dirt and horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that I have a "baby girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more weddings to pay ofr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-837157503626268625?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/837157503626268625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=837157503626268625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/837157503626268625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/837157503626268625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/06/klaire-bear.html' title='Klaire Bear'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TCGf_fIxKdI/AAAAAAAAACk/dk0bNt6VdEw/s72-c/choir,+h3+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-336889663254362406</id><published>2010-06-16T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:36:20.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TBkxPIUBmkI/AAAAAAAAACU/R3KpPgvV9CA/s1600/choir,+h3+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483468157299563074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TBkxPIUBmkI/AAAAAAAAACU/R3KpPgvV9CA/s200/choir,+h3+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Leah, Kennedy and Hallie. The three amigos in Ms. Anderson's Class. They have been such good friends this year. From learning to read to fighting off bullies these three have been through it all. This is the last day of kindergarten and it is bittersweet for a mommy. We have had the best year with Stefanie and have learned so much. She has taught Kennedy how to read, pick out words in text, and how to do a venn diagram. I pray everyday that we get so blessed next year in first grade. Leah played tball with us this year and Hallie we have played against. We sure miss these girls. This was fun day where all the kids played outside on bounce arounds and got sprayed with the water hose.  Popsiclses and water finished out the day.&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I had no idea how different my baby would be at the end of this year. WOW! How she has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;how grown up she is now&lt;br /&gt;she is reading on a 2nd to 3rd grade level&lt;br /&gt;the friendships she has developed&lt;br /&gt;how much she loves her brother&lt;br /&gt;her not being my baby anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-336889663254362406?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/336889663254362406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=336889663254362406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/336889663254362406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/336889663254362406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-so-it-ends.html' title='And so it ends...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/TBkxPIUBmkI/AAAAAAAAACU/R3KpPgvV9CA/s72-c/choir,+h3+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1140037413019140803</id><published>2010-06-16T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:45:57.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises, Promises</title><content type='html'>This is the title of Kennedy's favorite song at children's choir. I am so proud of her for going to choir and singing so good. Her teacher was Ms. Billie Lensing or Lauren McNutt. Choir is one of Kennedy's favorite activies. She sang "God is a Strong Tower, Promises which is a great praise song for kids because it is repetitive.  At the end of the year program in May, there were only five kids there to perform but the program is bigger than that. THis is the first year that the church has had preschool and children's choir and it will only get better. It brought back so many memories of children's choir to me. I loved to sing at church when i was Kennedy's age. She is such a great singer and listener. I can't wait to see and hear her grow and change with age. SO proud of my little singer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1140037413019140803?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1140037413019140803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1140037413019140803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1140037413019140803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1140037413019140803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/06/promises-promises.html' title='Promises, Promises'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-5192288403990750663</id><published>2010-05-20T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:07:33.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ball game.. again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-5192288403990750663?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/5192288403990750663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=5192288403990750663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5192288403990750663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5192288403990750663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-me-out-to-ball-game-again.html' title='Take me out to the ball game.. again'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1256502174458429257</id><published>2010-05-08T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:11:54.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chug a chuga choo choo</title><content type='html'>Today was a day I will never forget. Scott was in heaven today. We went to Van Buren for old timers day and&lt;br /&gt;GOT&lt;br /&gt; TO &lt;br /&gt;  RIDE &lt;br /&gt;    THE&lt;br /&gt;        TRAIN! &lt;br /&gt;After getting to the depot an hour early we waited and waited to FINALLY board the Arkansas Missouri Railroad passenger cars. Scott had so much fun. He kept saying, "Are we going ot the train station? We going to "wide" the "weal twain" translation, are we going to ride the real train. During our wait Scott found a white train he HAD to have and Kennedy found a whistle she had to buy bc she "accidently" put her mouth on. should've left that one there, mouth or not. I am so thankful for thetime we got to spend as a family today. We don't get to do that very often because Sean has to work. He went early to get done so  we could go without worrying about the cows. Thanks Dad. It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train went to Copp? A town about 30 minutes past Van Buren at I40. Scott watched the caboose pushed beside us and to the specatator platform. SO neat to see my son get to see the one thing he is in love with. I am proud to be his mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1256502174458429257?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1256502174458429257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1256502174458429257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1256502174458429257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1256502174458429257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/05/chug-chuga-choo-choo.html' title='Chug a chuga choo choo'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-2952494165987648874</id><published>2010-05-05T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:07:33.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kids and technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S-IvnLge3kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QTL4CuYUbbE/s1600/summer2009+319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S-IvnLge3kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QTL4CuYUbbE/s200/summer2009+319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467985247731637826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo I get an email from my mom today that was delivered sometime yesterday. Ok, it's an email you think. This email came from Kennedy to my mom. On Saturday we had a "girls day" and went to Fianna for their annual May day for garage sales on the hunt for a playhouse and some other intersting finds. side note: we didn't find much. Anyway, back to story at hand, kennedy was playing with my mom's iphone. yes, she has one and I don't. She was asking questions about my mom's middle name and so we just thought she was curious. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow she had figured out how to get to notes, typed in the message to my parents, Gransy and Popsy, and then manuvered to the email app and tried to email it to my mom. Crazy how they just know who to do work electronics. Love how smart she is. It is hard for me to believe we are almost done with kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-2952494165987648874?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/2952494165987648874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=2952494165987648874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/2952494165987648874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/2952494165987648874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-and-technology.html' title='kids and technology'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S-IvnLge3kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QTL4CuYUbbE/s72-c/summer2009+319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-252594871922225281</id><published>2010-05-03T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:35:27.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S9-j0WVwolI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oYMLuMrNbrg/s1600/Dec09jan10+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S9-j0WVwolI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oYMLuMrNbrg/s200/Dec09jan10+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467268592396444242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out tothe ball game, take me out to the crowd. It is my very favorite sport of all time. Tball is here and in full swing. I could sit at the ball field all summer. Kennedy is playing well and doing a great job hitting the ball. She doesn't run as fast as I think she could but I think it has something to do with the helmet. &lt;br /&gt;I love to watch her get ready to hit. She spreads those feet, keeps her back elbow up and swings for the fence. If only she propped that foot up to get ready to step before she swings. That will come, I hope. kennedy is playing second base and doing okay. She is NOT covering the bag when there is a force. Once again, I think that will come. her best friend Ellie plays ball with us and they have fun together. Pics to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is having fun watching the game yet dying to be out there himself. I found him some baseball pants that match the team and he looks soo adorable. His favorite spot is to play is in the dirt. He has been such a trooper because all he does is hurry up and wait for sister. &lt;br /&gt;On a different note, we are trying to decide where to send Scott for preschool next year. I think it is going to be Mother's Day out at FBC again two days a week. I am not sure. He loves going to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klaire took five steps last Wednesday at MOPS. I watched her and got soo excited and scared her so then she sat down. Of course, she walked for someone else first. her appetite is still growing like the rest of her. We like to tease she will eat anthing that doesn't eat her first. Oh my, she has to start walking soon, she is getting heavy. Klaire is doing so well also waiting on sister and brother. She is going to Ms. Pat's class at MDO at FBC. She loves Ms. Pat. We are loving how excited she gets to walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-252594871922225281?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/252594871922225281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=252594871922225281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/252594871922225281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/252594871922225281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/05/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S9-j0WVwolI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oYMLuMrNbrg/s72-c/Dec09jan10+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-282377750054820395</id><published>2010-04-21T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:15:15.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Kids Sale.</title><content type='html'>Growing kids sale was today. I usually LOVE this sale. I get ready weeks ahead and put my stuff in to sell and wait for the big day. I got in line at 2 for the doors to open at three. There were quite a few people in front of me. Some had been there since  11. Not that important to me. I am pleased with what I got but still was not impressed with the sale. the toys were soo hard to shop and they didn't have much play equipment outside. Oh well.  I got lots of good stuff, just to name  few, peaches and cream outfit for h3, another two outfits sitll tagged from orginal store, several pair of shorts for scott. Some khaki some denim, thomas slippers, a play outfit with bling for h1. Scott got thomas slippers, a htomas floor puzzle as well as brand spankin' pair of stride rite sandals. I found a cute dress and leggins for h1 with tags still attached. Good deals but not as much to choose from this year. Just sayin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-282377750054820395?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/282377750054820395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=282377750054820395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/282377750054820395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/282377750054820395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-kids-sale.html' title='Growing Kids Sale.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-2303249956664374014</id><published>2010-04-21T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:09:08.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tball</title><content type='html'>THis past weekend was Kennedy's first tball game of the season. She is playing with 5 and 6 year olds at teh boys and girls club. Her team name is Eagle One Hot shots. We played in a suburban league tournament. We played a game on Friday night and lost our first game. The kids were nervous. They were a different team on Saturday. We won two games in a row and finally got into the groove about the time the game was ending. I hope that we keep improving every game. Sean, Todd(our cousin, and jeremy lensing are coaching. They are so much fun to watch. Hope we do okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-2303249956664374014?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/2303249956664374014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=2303249956664374014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/2303249956664374014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/2303249956664374014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/04/tball.html' title='Tball'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7945747379074717341</id><published>2010-04-11T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:35:56.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, tigers, and ears?</title><content type='html'>Children's Hospital was our first stop on our venture this weekend. We have had an ear recheck appt for Scott since janurary to see Dr. BOwer. This doctor is the one who put Scott's two sets of tubes, took out his tonsils and adenoids and gave us the confidence that he is the best. We went for this doctor to tell us if Scott needed his third set of tubes. After looking at his ears, Dr. Bower declared Scott's ears "normal." this is exciting because every time we have been he has had fluid on the ears or needed tubes. He is doing so much better. We may not have to go back to childrens. yeah!  &lt;br /&gt;After Scott's appointment we took the kids to the Little Rock Zoo. It was pretty good and the kids had a ball. They saw lions, zebrs, HUGE snakes,(as kennedy would say). I loved watching the kids see the animals. It was also neat to use some of the different characsteristics of the animals as a way to show our kids how God made them. I am amazed sitll to this day about things like the giraffe's neck, the anteater's snout, and countless other things he made special for each species. We had so much fun as a family. We don't get to go do things like this as a family very often. I hope we can do it again soosn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7945747379074717341?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7945747379074717341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7945747379074717341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7945747379074717341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7945747379074717341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/04/lions-tigers-and-ears.html' title='Lions, tigers, and ears?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1702040749626967782</id><published>2010-04-11T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:28:00.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty time.. again</title><content type='html'>Soo, Scott has got the #1 potty training down. I am so proud of him. He is telling when he has to peepee in potty. We announce it to everyone in a resturant when we go inside somewhere. His newest accomplishment is to pp off the porch. He is getting so big. #2is not so easy. he is having trouble telling us about this. I know everyone says boys have a harder time iwth this, it  doesn't make me feel much better. I hope this comes soon. I am proud of him for going pp and telling us he needs to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1702040749626967782?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1702040749626967782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1702040749626967782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1702040749626967782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1702040749626967782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/04/potty-time-again.html' title='Potty time.. again'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1014160636742836899</id><published>2010-04-11T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:24:52.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter this year was great. We went to the service at the PAC. I was there early taking pictures of families for the slide show and totally missed my family so the pics you will see are pics of my kids when we got home. Klaire is not so excited about getting her picture made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have our pics made with the animals at Jodi's in VB and she cried pretty much the whole time. She hated the bunnies and chicks. One of my college friends works with Jodi and put a chick on her head. SHe was furious. Hilarious. Daddy got to go with us for pictures and then we went to pay for our new furniture,hoping it might be in. No such luck. But we are excited about getting it. I bought our couch and love seat when I was single and moved into my apartment. It was a used set from a friend of my mom's who barely used it. Sean's chair is five years old and beginning to crack at the head and the stuffing is coming out of one of the arms. Someone has been in that chair at least 20 hours a day since I got it when I was pregnant with Kennedy. It has rocked babies many a night. This is where Kennedy and I spent the first six weeks of her life.. day and night. Our new couch is a bassett. Can't wait to get it. I may have to have help arranging it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1014160636742836899?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1014160636742836899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1014160636742836899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1014160636742836899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1014160636742836899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7652618221445894553</id><published>2010-03-28T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:55:32.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the saga continues. As we talked about earlier, this week Scott moved into being a big boy. On Wednesday, we had a better day. We stayed home and peeped on potty several times, without the spankings. I think Scott figured out Mom was not going to let him win this time. I think we had one accident with #1 and #2. I am so thankful I stuck with this decision. I am still working on potty training this little boy. He is so smart and stubborn and one day I hope we can channel that. Thursday was an even better day in our jouney. We had once when Scott went to the potty by himself. He got to go with daddy to feed the cows and had a #2 accident in his "undoweao" which upset him. We are one step closer to being there. Friday ws an even better day. Gangies and Popies(Gransy and Popsy) came to visit and we showed them what a big boy scott has become. We are so blessed to have such wonderful grandparents. See later post for more on that. Saturday he had no accidents. I look forward to saving so much money on diapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7652618221445894553?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7652618221445894553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7652618221445894553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7652618221445894553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7652618221445894553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-saga-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1608764074138430738</id><published>2010-03-23T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:01:05.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty time</title><content type='html'>Today was the big day for Scott. Sean and I decided that since we ran out of scott's diapers that it would be a good day to start potty training...again. Not so much. We started the day by Sean taking Scott to the potty to be a big boy since he was almost dry. He DID NOT want to potty to say the least. We had to coax it out of him. Sean and he were in the bathroom for at least 45 min before scott finally peepeed in the toilet. We gave him "mud covered Thomas" who by the way has been camped in Kenned's bathroom window sill for about six months when we stared this for the oh, thrid time. The first time he went was a big deal. We hooped and hollered and jumped up and down. Scott was not nearly as exctied as the reswt of us. By the time we got dressed and started out the door, he got to go with daddy on the big tractor as a rewared, we had already peed our pants. Sooo, mud covered thomas was short lived. Then, while we waited on daddy to come back I thought it would be a good idea to try to get scott to go again. We went to my bathroom, got the John Deere stool out and lifted the lid. NOt having any part of this, Scott sat down on the stool, crying. He didnt want to go potty. So, as he gathered up everything within his reach I began taking those things away. I told him we were staying in the bathroom until he used the potty. ( i knew he needed to go) He refused to go. This is where it becomes intersting. I took away the sucker he wanted, I took away the "toys" he wanted to play with and them I took "bue bank" aka blue blanket. So scott shared his feelings of hatred toward me. Yes, he said I hate you mommy TWICE. BOth of us were in tears by this point. I called Sean and he told me not to let scott see me cry. Easier said than done when you hear I hate you from your three and a half year old. After waiting on him for about 40 min, I went to check on Klaire(who was contained so she couldn't ge hurt) I came back and the child had peed in the floor by where I get ready instead of inthe potty. Do you think he is stubborn. I decided he was NOT going to win this battle so I made him clean up his mess and by gosh, we stayed in the bathroom until he FINALLY went in the potty! We don't have it mastered and I just wonder if it will ever sink in. I just know that God will see us through and help both of us survive. Just a sidebar:Kennedyjsut woke up one mornging and said Iwant to wear big girls panties and we were done. Easy as pie. Not with SCott. I hope one day he will use this stubborness for good instead of evil. I love you dearly SCott but sometimes you wear me out.&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1608764074138430738?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1608764074138430738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1608764074138430738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1608764074138430738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1608764074138430738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/03/potty-time.html' title='Potty time'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-6229172994982222180</id><published>2010-03-23T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:07:33.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was crazy. It snowed six inches in Arkansas the beginning of Spring Break. WHo would've thought. Not me. The kids had a blast playing int the snow. Scott loves snow and wants to be the first out in it. Kennedy made snow angels during the last snowfall and decided it ws too cold for her.I was surprised when she couldn't wait to play in the snow with her brother. THey played for about an hour and tried tomake a snowman. Mom was no help. We needed daddy and he had to work extra hard. Klaire was asleep the whole time and missed thesnow. I had fun in the snowball fight the two big kids started with me.I was competitive so I couldn't let them win. We called it a draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-6229172994982222180?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/6229172994982222180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=6229172994982222180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6229172994982222180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6229172994982222180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-weekend-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-5181400677041352863</id><published>2010-03-18T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:45:20.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>H3 is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S6RElXHWomI/AAAAAAAAABU/i8QHDe5J7IY/s1600-h/klaire+1st+bday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S6RElXHWomI/AAAAAAAAABU/i8QHDe5J7IY/s320/klaire+1st+bday+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450556857675850338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my BABY is one. ON march 5 Klaire Dobson Holland, aka H3, left the world of being a baby. She is getting so big. She is crawling everywhere. Pulling up and trying to stand alone is another milestone we have met. Walking is on the horizon and coming up very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was soo cute. Hot pink and green polka dots on top of zebra striped layer. We had Gransy and Popsy, Nana and Papa and Mom and Dad with your brother and sister. You got lots of clothes and some other stuff. Your favortie thing was the stroller/walker Mom and Dad got you. It gets you moving. You also gto a ball from each grandmother and more clothers. Your closet is full by the way. &lt;br /&gt;Below is a letter I wrote for Klaire to read as she ages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klaire, I love you so much. When we found out we were having another girl i got so excited becasue I knew taht you and Kennedy would have each other and be a joy to me when you are grown ups. A brother is great but when they get married it's not like having a sister to go to themall with, or make those hard decisons. I didn't have a sister and therefore missed out on a special relationship that I saw from some of my friends and their sister. you are so special in yoour own way. I have enjoyed every moment fo your develpment. I watch in awe and excietment at your milestones instead of anticipation and worry that it's not at the right time. I look in your eyes and wonder who you willbe  one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch you interact with your brother and sister I smile at the love each of you show each other. Scott has been interesed in you from day one. Kissing and hugging you constantly. I have to tell him to get out of your grill. One day you will understand that phrase(and probably roll your eyes). Kennedy has become more attached to you the more you can communicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your first birthday yo are talking like crazy.I hear your language developing every day. I hear Mama, Dada, bye bye on a regular basis. Bubba comes up every now and then on the day of your party you said keke which is what scott called kennedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to call you my daughter, you are beautiful and sweet and spunky. Can't wait to see you grow into who God wants you to be. Always remember taht you have been lifted up to Jesus since you were in mommy's tummy. you are His child and He loves you. I thank Jesus every chance I get for a healthy, beautiful babby girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God's Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-5181400677041352863?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/5181400677041352863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=5181400677041352863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5181400677041352863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5181400677041352863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/03/h3-is-one.html' title='H3 is ONE!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S6RElXHWomI/AAAAAAAAABU/i8QHDe5J7IY/s72-c/klaire+1st+bday+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1870438137438967733</id><published>2010-03-18T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:08:13.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten PTO program</title><content type='html'>Kennedy recently had her kindergarten PTO program. SHe was a dog. I had a hard time figuring out how to make a dog costume so.. I googled it and here is what I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can see them but for her paws we took white socks and glued paw prints on them. We made ears and put big FAT bows in her pigtails. She looked adorable. The costume turned out pretty cute considering I am not crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang great and knew all her words and motions. Her chroegraphy was very fun and Ms. Pittman did a great job getting all those k students to sing and dance. together. THer class was so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1870438137438967733?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1870438137438967733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1870438137438967733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1870438137438967733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1870438137438967733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindergarten-pto-program.html' title='Kindergarten PTO program'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-4403436139906258347</id><published>2010-03-18T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:01:06.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up.. again</title><content type='html'>WOW! Once again I am behind in keeping up. I feel that way a lot. I am posting some random thoughts and them some great pics with wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snuggling with your five year old before she gets up to go to kindergarten, her looking at you and saying "I love you mom, you are my favorite mom ever" in that sleepy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snuggling witn you one year old and rocking her to sleep when you have been so diligent to put her to sleep in her bed so she can "learn to go to sleep on her own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing your daughter has great friends who are from Christian families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing your son who is wide open say "Excuse me, right before he interrupts instead of repeating mommy 8 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a husband who loves Jesus and watching him grow into the leader he needs and wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being so blessed and taking those blessings for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching your daughter do something she loves and feel so at home..even if it's not my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing your son being sweet to BOTH his sisters, espcially watcing him love on little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing your one year old repeat the word "argue" and exchanging that did you hear what i heard look with your husband and laughting about it. (just to clarify- it was H1 doing the aruguing..not us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get these memories down before they are gone. I think I will never forget the children saying things certain ways but as I sit here i have a hard time remembering those same things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for these wonderul children who give me these important memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-4403436139906258347?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/4403436139906258347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=4403436139906258347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4403436139906258347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4403436139906258347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/03/playing-catch-up-again.html' title='Playing catch up.. again'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-3466951075326629733</id><published>2010-03-01T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:42:43.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D_NOW</title><content type='html'>How much fun was the weekend of DNOW! Sean and I had 12 ninth grade girls at our house for the weekend. At first, I wasn't sure that was such a good idea but by Sunday, I was thankful we had hosted. The girls were so polite and fun. We enjoyed getting to know them and see what teenagers are like. These 12 girls had such good things to say and made me proud of the young women who are in our church. &lt;br /&gt;We sent them upstairs to the our bonus room with all of the "girl junk" It helped we have three bathrooms for them to use without using mine. Friday night we got to know them with some activies and then on Saturday morning we got up and had breakfast. After Amanda Shook, our small group leader, led small group we went to the church for our big group session. Wade Morris was the speaker and he is a great youth communicatior. He was fun to listen to. Watching those girls see God work in their lives and others around them was amazing. It makes me wonder if 9th graders are my "calling within my calling." I so enjoy that age.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think the girls would eat as much as boys but WOW did they. We ordered pizza Friday night and they ate most of it! Sat morning we cooked muffins, 1 lb and 1/2 of bacon, eggs, and powdered doughnuts with oragne juice and milk. Saturday afternnon I made fruit dip and cut up fruit and I thought I was going to lose an arm before i could get more fruit cut. It was jsut funny how much more girl eat around each other.&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching the girls in our house be so friendly to each other and others. THey did so good together. NO drama like I had anticipated. I loved that several of the girls who stayed iwth us made decisions and am praying that others will follow suit. I think we might host 10th grade girls next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-3466951075326629733?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/3466951075326629733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=3466951075326629733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3466951075326629733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3466951075326629733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/03/dnow.html' title='D_NOW'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-8618978649654883012</id><published>2010-02-13T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:53:01.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Ahead</title><content type='html'>There is so much going on in my head and life right now. WOW. It begins this coming weekend with Disciple Now and continues to Klaie's upcoming first bday and goes on to signing up Kennedy for tball again. Our lives are so busy and we are always going. I revel in days like today when we can slow down and enjoy each other. Scott and I cuddled up in the chair and watched Cars for about the 100th time. It didn't matter to me what was on, just that he sat with me and held my hand and every once in while lean over and kiss my cheek and say, I wove you, Mommy. my heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;Klaire and I  have read books and played with toys. She doesn't get much alone time so I try to make special time for her. Kennedy has been with her daddy today "sending cattle." That means she goes to the Leonards and stands beside the big cattle truck(the big ones you see on the interstate)on the OTHER side of the fence with her "stick and loads the cows with daddy" Soo cute. One day she will be way too cool to do this so Sean enjoys it while it lasts. It makes Papa happy too. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have kennedy's upward game and she is going to do her first dance. We are soo excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is still in overdrive but it helps to get some of it out on paper. I love the activity but sometimes miss the slower pace of kids being infants. I am trying to enjoy each stage and not wish it away. WIth Kennedy being halfway through kindergarten and Klaire about to turn one, I know that time flies and we miss out on so much thinking about what was or what is to come. I am thinking of the verse in matthew that says, Do not worry about tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for healthy children, a husband who loves me and tries to show me, a home where we are safe and a wonderful church family. Please do not let me take advantage of these things. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-8618978649654883012?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/8618978649654883012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=8618978649654883012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8618978649654883012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8618978649654883012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinking-ahead.html' title='Thinking Ahead'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-991018799535609892</id><published>2010-02-13T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:07:33.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking ahead</title><content type='html'>I feel like there is so much going on in my head. It begins with Disciple Now this coming weekend to Klaire's upcoming first bday and on to kennedy's t ball signups. There is always so much going on in our lives(and everyone elses) I just revel in days like today. We have laid around doing not much of anything. Scott sat in my lap and we watched &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-991018799535609892?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/991018799535609892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=991018799535609892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/991018799535609892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/991018799535609892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinking-ahead_13.html' title='Thinking ahead'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7251667687058567059</id><published>2010-02-02T22:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:55:43.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2kBTCWwFoI/AAAAAAAAABE/29-3h1SWGc4/s1600-h/summer2009+319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2kBTCWwFoI/AAAAAAAAABE/29-3h1SWGc4/s320/summer2009+319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433875851960653442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kennedy gets in the car telling me about her day and how it went. She got a little quiet and then from the backseat all of a sudden says,"Mom, I have to tell you something." her voice was so serious that I expected the worst... a failed AR test, a fall in the cafetira, a move off of green, yet my imagination was overactive.&lt;br /&gt;so, I ask about the mysterious something. The conversations went a little soemthing like this:&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what do you need to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;H1:umm, so I wrote a note to nathan(will keep his last name out of print for sake of priviacy).&lt;br /&gt;me:you did? what did this note say?&lt;br /&gt;h1:wellll.. i wrote that I thought he was handsome. hee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;me: what did nathan say about this note?&lt;br /&gt;h1: when i gave it to him, he read it and then he fainted.&lt;br /&gt;me: really? &lt;br /&gt;h1:yees moom, then he wrote me a note and and told me that he thought I was cute. &lt;br /&gt;me: and what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;h1: well, i fainted bu the gournd was really hard.&lt;br /&gt;me: k, from now on let teh boys write you a note first, you don't write them notes first anymore.&lt;br /&gt;h1:why? &lt;br /&gt;me: you just let tehm do, one day you will understans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that to say, I never thought we would have this conversation on boys and letting them "chase" you  in kindergarten. I pray everyday for the things I say to my children will impact them positively. I was just thinking how wonderfully innocent the minds of small children are. I wish they would stay that way much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7251667687058567059?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7251667687058567059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7251667687058567059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7251667687058567059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7251667687058567059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/02/boys-and-notes.html' title='Boys and notes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2kBTCWwFoI/AAAAAAAAABE/29-3h1SWGc4/s72-c/summer2009+319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-4878929980198254037</id><published>2010-01-27T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:03:23.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2EhnC8p5-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/z2GukTJNP88/s1600-h/Dec09jan10+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2EhnC8p5-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/z2GukTJNP88/s320/Dec09jan10+052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431659580275419106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2EhmyLChpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4aNH8UeIowk/s1600-h/Dec09jan10+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2EhmyLChpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4aNH8UeIowk/s320/Dec09jan10+059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431659575772350098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-4878929980198254037?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/4878929980198254037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=4878929980198254037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4878929980198254037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4878929980198254037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S2EhnC8p5-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/z2GukTJNP88/s72-c/Dec09jan10+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-3478435371138229147</id><published>2010-01-27T23:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:24:10.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a First Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another excitng thing going on is Klaire's(aka H3 or Dobber) first day of Mother's&lt;br /&gt; Day Out. She is only 10 months oldso I really had a hard time sending her, although it was out of necesstiy the first two weeks. I was working for Adult ed and macsteel from 7 in morning til 7 tahtn night..so I needed ehr to go. i thoguht we could try it and then if she didn't like or I didn't like it we could always do something different. I was so thrilled when she reached for ms. Pat (who is her teacher)the first time in the room. She is in the same room that she goes to for Sunday morning and Wednesday evenings. I am so glad she likes to go and makes my life easier to get things done. She is so good, ms. pat is just in love with her. Thanks ms. pat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-3478435371138229147?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/3478435371138229147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=3478435371138229147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3478435371138229147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/3478435371138229147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a First Time for Everything'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-6459559254942280330</id><published>2010-01-27T23:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:07:33.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a First Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>Another exciting thing going on is Klaire(aka H3 or Dobber0 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-6459559254942280330?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/6459559254942280330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=6459559254942280330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6459559254942280330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6459559254942280330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-first-time-for-everything_27.html' title='There&apos;s a First Time for Everything'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1466337325881736796</id><published>2010-01-27T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:11:05.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Once again I have let a lot go by without documenting it. Where to start? &lt;br /&gt;We began the new year with Upward and Kennedy is so cute in her uniform. I am coaching her squad and there are several of her friends on our squad. There is Elle, her new friend from school she met on the playground the first week of school. Elle, who is an answered preayer, and Kennedy were both seaching for friends and met each other and clicked right awaay. She is such a sweet girl and so much like Kennedy it scares me. T, her mom and I also hit it off. She is great and we stand outside the school everyday talking for about 30 minutes while the girls play.. unless it's thirty degrees or one of them is in trouble. We thank God for you Elle, and are glad you decided to cheer with Kennedy this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1466337325881736796?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1466337325881736796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1466337325881736796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1466337325881736796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1466337325881736796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-8663005039169639211</id><published>2010-01-02T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:16:19.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ4vh203I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wnLDQ7X8964/s1600-h/christmas+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ4vh203I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wnLDQ7X8964/s320/christmas+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422362413975917426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ4eQI9nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LuY3e_Ixz8A/s1600-h/christmas+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ4eQI9nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LuY3e_Ixz8A/s320/christmas+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422362409338205810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ336w-HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_t_hqR23DM0/s1600-h/christmas+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ336w-HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_t_hqR23DM0/s320/christmas+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422362399048005746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ3jzs6oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PI3-5xb0rXM/s1600-h/christmas+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ3jzs6oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PI3-5xb0rXM/s320/christmas+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422362393649670786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was so much fun this year! It began on Christmas Eve when Jane Dobson, Klaire's namesake(Dobson) arrived that afternoon. SHe then attended the Christmas Eve service at church which was beautiful. The kids did great. Kennedy tried to sing the songs and held her candle so sweetly, Scott laid in the floor and played with his train but was quiet so I was happy. Klaire was fascinated by the singing and the candle. I didn't light mine because she wanted to play with it.. then try to eat it. &lt;br /&gt;The service was great. I love going to church on Christmas Eve. It is not always perfect with two now three children but I am always glad to be there. It calms my soul before the chaos of the following days. My heart was so moved by the songs and sermon by Brother Ronnie. Thanks Brother Ronnie for being such a blessing to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home and Jane got to visit with us. After she left Sean and the kids began making cookies. They had so much fun.. Kennedy chose a horse first then the Christmas cookies. Scott's first choice was a train. They made enough to make Santa a very happy camper. Then it was time to don our Christmas pjs. All three of the kids matched.. I failed to get a pic of all three together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up Chris mas morning, after a long night on the couch, to Kennedy yelling Mooom, Daad, it's morning time. They came out and got so excited about their gifts from Santa...&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy got her much asked for choker. Santa could have saved himself a lot of money and just got that. She also got a karaoke machine and cds that are full of songs by Taylor Swift, Miranda Lambert and Disney princess as well as Disney's hannah montannh and other great classics.&lt;br /&gt;Scott was so exited by his Pottery Barn anywhere chair with his name on it and his stuffed "big thomas" (stuffed pillow)&lt;br /&gt;Scott was so excited about opening presents.. hd didn't care whose tehy were.. as long as he got to rip into them. his favorite line on Christmas morning was.."i wonda wat it is? Love it. Kennedy was so in character.. one at a time and then talking about each present. We had so much fun enjoying each other on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mom and Jane came over to cook the first dinner at the Holland house..and the whole family minus my brother came over to exchange gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that next year my brother will be able to attend the Christmas festivites next year. It was so much fun. We even had a white christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-8663005039169639211?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/8663005039169639211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=8663005039169639211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8663005039169639211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8663005039169639211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-was-so-much-fun-this-year-it.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nu_jIEx3_Nc/S0AZ4vh203I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wnLDQ7X8964/s72-c/christmas+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-1804945585706155845</id><published>2009-12-21T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:03:37.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 1</title><content type='html'>We had our first Christmas this weekend with my parents. My mom so gracefully gave up trying to have Christmas on/near THE day so now we have our Christmas with them the weekend before Christmas Day. I love this arrangement because I really get to enjoy being with my family and not just hurry up and check another house off the list. We had a great time. After arriving in Searcy with a quiet trip with three sleeping children(bliss) we ate dinner with my brother and my parents. it was great to visit although my brother was his usual charming self. the children FINALlY went to sleep much later than usual bedtime and then got up very early to open prensents. &lt;br /&gt;We had sausage balls, breakfast casserole and some great conversation. This year was crazy opening packages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family is usually very orderly about opening gifts. We hand out three or four to each person and then take turns opening and enjoying what each person gets. Kenndey played "santa" and handed out the gifts as scott tore into each gift he got and some that were others. Gransy and Popsy were laughing because it was so chaotic.. so unlike us.Kennedy got mostly horses and a Breyer truck and trailer to haul her horses in. Scott got trains, and more trains and a track to run them on. I had a hard time because Scott loved Kennedy's presnet and wanted to play with it so bad. It is plastic and not Scott proof so we had to find ways to distract him from the truck.  We all had a great time and enjoyed each other. After opening gifts, we hung out and did not cook the traditional Christmas dinner. We had steak and baked potatoes because my ENTIRE family are coming to MY house for dinner on Christmas night I am not nervous at all. HOpe it goes well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so behind on so many things. here is some of them&lt;br /&gt;Chrstmas cards&lt;br /&gt;going through kids toys to give away&lt;br /&gt;going through all clothes to give away&lt;br /&gt;laundry&lt;br /&gt;keeping up with college friends&lt;br /&gt;cleaning out closets&lt;br /&gt;organizing pretty much everything&lt;br /&gt;printing pictures&lt;br /&gt;learning how to use my camera like I need to&lt;br /&gt;scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;did I mention scrapbooking &lt;br /&gt;and so much more I don't want to even think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to Christmas with my family and seeing how the first dinner at our house goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-1804945585706155845?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/1804945585706155845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=1804945585706155845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1804945585706155845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/1804945585706155845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-1.html' title='Christmas 1'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7524052735398564332</id><published>2009-12-06T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:07:07.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing up and Learning the Truth</title><content type='html'>Well, three weeks til Christmas and with close friends coming to my house for the first time in five years I think of all the things that need to get done. Since we added on this year I don't know how we can't have finished some of those obvious things...tile, columns on the front porch.. and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;Sean says the screens and the columns  should be finished up tomorrow. I am so excited to see what the house will look like with real columns on the front porch. &lt;br /&gt;I had given Sean an October deadline for finishing the tile yet that rolled around and still not finished... I just didn't have the heart to call anyone. He has his heart set on doing it so he can finish what he started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting all upset about not having everything done when our friend Jane Dobson, who is Klaire's namesake and the closet thing to family we have, arrives. I was frantically cleaning the house and yelling at everyone to quit dragging out and laying their toys around. My mom then reminded me that Jane is not going to care what my house looks like. She lost her husband last year on December 20. It made realize how unimportant those things we get caught up in are. I am so thankful for a family I can call on a daily basis and talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby you will be greatly missed but never forgotten. I remember so many Thanksgvings and Christmases with you and your family. Things I remember most is your huge smile and loving hugs everytime we came to visit. Everytime I hear Rainbow Brite I will think of you and our trip back to Texas. You and my parents telling me "no kids at the card table."  Laughing hysterically while playing Trivial Pursuit and learning more about Czechasylvikia than I ever needed or wanted to know. I love you so much and miss you. Your family will live on to me in Klaire. I miss your smile and sweet spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever take those for granted because you never know when someone you love will be called to be with Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7524052735398564332?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7524052735398564332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7524052735398564332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7524052735398564332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7524052735398564332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/12/finishing-up-and-learning-truth.html' title='Finishing up and Learning the Truth'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-8168537031469913083</id><published>2009-12-06T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:50:31.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>WOW! I can't believe that Christmas is coming. Thanksgiving was here and gone before we knew it. I am late(as usual) but have been really thinking about what I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, who is intimetly spending time with me every day &lt;br /&gt;A healthy, loving family&lt;br /&gt;parents who come and see me often&lt;br /&gt;a house where we can all have our own rooms&lt;br /&gt;a baby who sleeps through the night.. and eats anything in sight&lt;br /&gt;good friends who make me laugh &lt;br /&gt;a church home that actually feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SO much more that is too much more. Thanksgiving should be something we do everyday and not just once a year. I hope I will continue to be thankful more this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-8168537031469913083?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/8168537031469913083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=8168537031469913083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8168537031469913083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/8168537031469913083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7240315086575090326</id><published>2009-10-07T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:36:23.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to Zoo</title><content type='html'>This weekend was perfect. we had a family road trip to tulsa. It was Fall Break for Kennedy and we decided to take off on Satuday for the zoo and who knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to the zoo... for the first time ever. It was fun for everyone. Kennedy's first time at the zoo went well. SHe loved the giraffes, rhinos, and the cheetahs. It was a little disappointing to me, I remember it being so much more impressive. The cages seemed cramped and the animals lethargic. I am not sure what I expected but the Tulsa zoo was not it. Don't mistake me I am not complaining but just speculating. The children walked all over that zoo to view animals they see all the time on TV. There is just something about being close to the animals that makes it more special. Seeing each animal was like opening a birthday present, after seeing what was in the box the kids were ready to move on. Watching the children get so excited was the best part. I am so glad that we waited until both kids were old enough to enjoy the zoo. Klaire was just glad to be riding out in the wind and sun and out of the carseat.  THe weathere was perfect. Sun was somewhat overcast with the warmth we needed. The wind was blowing just enough to keep us cool without being cold.  After leaving the zoo, we checked into our hotel and then headed off to Incredible Pizza. If you've never been there it's like Chucky Cheese on steroids. THere is food, games, bowling, and so much more i never saw. It was fun but the kids would have enjoyed themselves had they been a little older. Scott found a train and spent most of his time there. He also loved the game where there is an animal in the trashcan who randomly pops his/her head out and you try to shoot the balls into the trashcan. I loved watching him laugh when the guy popped out. Kennedy wanted to ride the pony and the carasouel, surprise. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we toyed with the idea of returning to the zoo. We quickly changed our minds when we looked out the window to find it raining. Disappointed as we were at first, Sean decided we should try the Oklahoma Acqarium.I was skeptical because I thought it would be too old for the kids. i was wrong. The kids loved seeing the fish. As we entered the lobby the kids first spotted Nemo. This made the trip more exciting. We found all kind of fish from the movies. Even some new unfamiliar fish.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were thrilled with Sean's decision. The sting rays were the favorite of the day. On one side of an exhibit you could feed the stingrays. I had no idea that shrimp is "food of the sea" as we learned. These wonderful entrees feed the entire ocean, kind of disgusting if you think about. Anywsy, Scott was too excited to feed them. I think he might be quite the fisherman. Kennedy, not so much.  ON the other side of the exhibit you could actually touch the sting rays and even some tiger sharks. The sting rays are different than I expected. Slimy is how they actually feel while I anticipated them to be more smooth. The sharks were scaly as I thought they might be. I think they enjoyed the aquarium better than the zoo.. you never know do ya?&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a good weekend. I hope that the kids will remember this trip and cherish the memories as much as I will. These kind of trips are what being a parent is all about. Watching your kids explore and learn at the same time teaching them about God's creation. I am amazed every time I look at the animals and sea creatures how detailed God was in creation. How can anyone look at that and not know that they were wonderfully made or even just planned. &lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for traveling mercy,  the opportunity to bond with my children and spend time with my husband. I thank you also for teaching opportunities and learning experinces for both my children and me. Please allow us more of these as they kids age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7240315086575090326?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7240315086575090326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7240315086575090326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7240315086575090326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7240315086575090326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='First Trip to Zoo'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-5767893858507675278</id><published>2009-10-05T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:07:33.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was our first trip to the zoo. We waited until Kennedy was five so she would enjoy it more. Tulsa was the place we decided to visit, close to home and animals are animals right? Not so much. The weather was perfect and we had a great time. I guess I just remember the animals being more active and the habitats being so much cooler. Just proves how memories are what makes life. Kennedy's favortie things she said were the giraffes, and the "I like to move it" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-5767893858507675278?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/5767893858507675278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=5767893858507675278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5767893858507675278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/5767893858507675278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend-was-our-first-trip-to-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-431338588234437729</id><published>2009-09-20T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:20:52.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First tooth</title><content type='html'>Klaire got her first tooth last week. I have benne wondering about the snotty nose and sneezing but just attributed it to allergies. Dr. Fred would tell me the two have nothing to do with one another yet I would tell him he is wrong. As a mother, I have seen all three of my children get a nasty diaper, runny nose and sometimes run a low grade fever. It is the left  bottom incisor. SHe is biting everything and I don't think it will be long before she gets another one. How much fun is watching all of the milestones happen. I didn't enjoy it this much with the other two because I was so worried about meeting them. I am so blessed to have three wonderful, healthy children. Thank you, Jesus, for blessing my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-431338588234437729?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/431338588234437729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=431338588234437729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/431338588234437729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/431338588234437729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-tooth.html' title='First tooth'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7347516959384370024</id><published>2009-09-01T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:12:33.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of SChool</title><content type='html'>Soo.. Kennedy is offically a kindergartener. Her first day of school was a series of mixed feelings for allof us. I was excited yet apprehensive at the same time, Kennedy was so excited she woke up before 7:00, and SCott was pretty much oblivious...until sister left, Sean was sad for his"baby girl" to go to school. He wasn't ready for this he said. &lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE, it was a monsoon the first day of school. Kennedy looked soo cute in her white capris and green and brown shirt. When she looked outside and saw the rain, she said, "Dang it" (thanks dad) "well, at least I get to wear my new leopard rain coat." She was okay with that. Sean and I loaded ALL three kids up and took everyone to her first day of school, camera  in hand.  As Sean says, I am THAT mom. I love every minute of it. I took the camera into her classroom and made pictures with Miss Anderson her teacher. WOW&lt; She is such a big girl. I am soo proud of her. I didn't even cry. Sean had some tears put bit them back. When we got home Scott kept asking where is Kenney(kennedy)? he missed her terribly. Life goes on for Klaire. What a day. It seems that our lives have just changed in so many ways. &lt;br /&gt;After picking up the princess, it seems she has grown up in the time she has been away. She has mastered the typical kindergartener response to everything, MOOOMM!&lt;br /&gt;I in some ways look forward to the days ahead while I also dread the change of dynamics in the Holland house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7347516959384370024?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7347516959384370024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7347516959384370024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7347516959384370024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7347516959384370024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of SChool'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-533539060715832185</id><published>2009-08-24T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:11:40.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of everything.. catching up</title><content type='html'>Wow, so it's been forever since I have blogged! A lot has happened since the last time I was here. Where to start? Welll.... since the last post was about my pregnancy I will begin there. Klaire Dobson Holland was born on March 5, 2009 at 11:15am. My water was broken about 8 so I wasn't in labor very long. I "enjoyed this child birthing experience soo much more tha nthe other two. Dr. Bell came in and took part in what was going in. he didn't just waltz in, catch the baby, smile for a picture then say, thanks, that will be $5000. &lt;br /&gt;Klaire weighed 8 lbs 10 ozs and was 21 inches long. She, like the other two, was beautiful. Like her sister, her head was and still is shapes so beautifully. I had people asking me if she was a c section baby. She had a hard time getting accostomed to the real world but once she did it was never looking back. She began sleeing thru the night at 2 1/2 months. We did a good job of keeping this baby on a schedule. Not exaclty babywise but pretty close. She has started eating rice cearal and just about every fruit and vegetable you can imagine. Thank you Jesus for a good sleeper and eater! I prayed so hard for that. There is so much more that I am missing I know. her smile can light up the room and she is just the happiest, most content child. Maybe it comes from being number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also finished (sort of) our house. The big stuff is done. WOW what an undertaking. I look around and think, I should be a better decorater. Sherry and Shannon, will you come help me. The tile in the kitchen and bathroom backsplashes are not finished yet. The colomns on the porch are still a work in progress but.. it will all be there. We have a wonderful house to live in and a healthy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott has started talking nonstop and yo ucan understand him.. most of the time. After two sets of tubes, adenoids and tonsils being removed I think we finally are making some progress. He is my litte man now. Finally off the bottle now if we could just tackle the potty issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG change in our life, besides the baby, came on Thursday, Aug.20, 2009. My little girl started kindergarten(pics to come later) She wore the cutest green shirt with white pants. It was like a monsoon the day she started. When she woke up to the rain she said,"Dang it, dang it, dang it. It's raining. Oh well, at least I get to wear my new leopard raincoat." What an optimist. She did so good. We walked up the breezeway and holding my hand she asks me why the other kids were getting dropped off. I told her that they were older. Then she proceeds to ask,"mom, do you HAVE to come in? YES!! It is the first child's first day of kindergarten. Of course I am going in.. with my camera in tow. I am so proud of this little girl. She is such a sweet spirit. She wants to love everyone and show that love. I am reminded everyday how I should love others.. until she hits her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My commitment is to do better in keeping up with things about our lives here so that one day we may go back and look at it. A scrapbook is my next (one of ) projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-533539060715832185?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/533539060715832185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=533539060715832185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/533539060715832185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/533539060715832185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-bit-of-everything-catching-up.html' title='A little bit of everything.. catching up'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-4210285282738138285</id><published>2009-01-08T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:10:20.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is Thursday, I have been fighting Scott to go to bed for 30 minutes. He has been taking lessons from sister. he usually goes down so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a good day. We had our ultrasound today. I am 32.5 weeks and the baby is measuring 33.5 weeks. She weighs 4lbs and 15 ounces already. I hope she doesn't get too big. The tech said not to worry she won't get bigger than 8.5 lbs. That is huge to someone who delivers 6 and 7 lb babies. (with no epidural) Ekk! We got to see her in 4D and she smiled at us. She is soo cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is beginning as expected. Resolutions, trying to get back on schedule, and having fun all at the same time. I am reading the book "One Month to Live" It reminds me how I should be living although I don't always follow my own advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-4210285282738138285?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/4210285282738138285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=4210285282738138285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4210285282738138285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4210285282738138285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-thursday-i-have-been-fighting.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-6872408798486998156</id><published>2009-01-01T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:03:31.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I  posted. We have been to Gransy's house, Nana's house and home for Christmas since I wrote. Gransy's house was soo much fun. We got all kind of glittery toys, much to daddy's chagrin..he HATES glitter. We got to have Jesus birthday cake and ride in a one horse open sleigh in Searcy. The kids had so much fun but even with all of the presents we felt like they were focused on spending time with family. My brother and his wife were there so we got to spend time with them. I wish he would come visit more ofetn. &lt;br /&gt;I am reminded how important family is because while we were there one of our family friends passed away. My mom's best friend for 25 years died in his sleep December 19.&lt;br /&gt;It made the holidays so hard for us because he was more like an uncle to me than any family. It's the first time I have seen my mom so upset since my grandmother died adn I was so young then that it is hard for me to remember. The reminder that we never know how much time we have was very prevelant thru the season. It goes back to the book only 30 days to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we got all of our cabinets in and are waiting for countertops. We decided to go with quartz. It was a difficult decision at first but then realized that what our counters were made of didn't really matter in the big picture. i am waiting for the results to finazlize. they have to bring their computer out and do final measurements and then two more weeks our counters will be installed. Plumbers are waiting for counters and then we can FINALLY be DONE! I will try to post pics after all is said and done. Progress from beginning to end is fun to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting to describe Christmas in more detail until I get my pics uploaded. It was soo much fun this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-6872408798486998156?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/6872408798486998156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=6872408798486998156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6872408798486998156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/6872408798486998156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-7138274843750569627</id><published>2008-12-19T03:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:17:32.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming together</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I posted. We have carpet in all of our new rooms now! It's starting to look like a house and home. Only we have the 2 chairs and OF COURSE the TV in the "new" living room and the couch in the old livng room keeping the Christmas tree company. I have mixed feelings about the arrangement. I want to be in the new part for Christmas but REFUSE to move my tree. I want Christmas morning to be somewhat homey and it's hard when most of your funiture is in a different room. Who knows? One day my life will slow down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded by a friend how "on display" we are for others. Sean and I were having a "discussion" on the way into home depot the other night. It was about how our children..ie Scott didn't cooperate to see Santa and if he had done it my way all would be well with the world. then, Lindsey and Robbie Berg were across and i mean across the parking lot and came over to give us a hard time aobut that said discussion. We were both horrified that we had been so loud. Now we can laugh but it was totally embarrassing. of course, Sean was horrified that anyone heard our disagrement like they don't know we are going to argue. But all is better. We got our closet rods, didn't get our walldots(pink polka dots for baby's room) much to Sean's pleasure. I will order them online dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are doing great.. Kennedy announced to everyone today at Learn and Play open house that we were going to Gransy's house.. My mom.&lt;br /&gt;She is a sassy little girl.. I am so sorry I EVER talked back mom. &lt;br /&gt;Scott is just as stubborn as can be. In the last two days, he has torn up TWO DVD players and I have been watching him. Today he escaped upstairs to inform me that &lt;br /&gt;"TV mommy' M'mon and see. Like I didn't already know. His speech and word and sentence formation have dramatically improved since his surgery. We are soo thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-7138274843750569627?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/7138274843750569627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=7138274843750569627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7138274843750569627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/7138274843750569627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-together.html' title='Coming together'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-698121435197087536</id><published>2008-12-10T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:56:02.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home.. in more than one sense of the word'/><title type='text'>All is back to normal...somewhat</title><content type='html'>okay, so we brought Reuel home from the hospital yesterday and all seems to be well. They think his heart is fine and that the pain is from a pulled muscle? Testing is still ongoing to explore more options.... my guess hiateal hernia(sp) or gallbladder. This comes from hearing the dr. speak of dr. jackson, my mother who knows just enough to be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;House is moving along.. like a Tulley. Slow buy steady right? tile laid in two of the three bathrooms and cabinets are being nailed together tomorrow. Hope that means he plans on staining them tomorrow also. Looks like it might be Monday on those cabinets which puts carpet back also. We leave a week from Friday to go to Searcy for Christmas with my family. I hope we get those two things done before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy is growing so much. She is such a big girl. She is sleeping in her "new" room. Picture this: carpet remnant over concrete with a bed in the middle o the room. I wasn't about to fight her b/c I want her to sleep in there when the baby get here. I am letting her assert her independence. Is it really worth the battle when we are going to beg her to sleep in there in a month. She is loving it and it was her idea. SO.. that makes it better to sleep in there. Scott is talking in sentences and finishing words with the correct syllables after the surgery. Mere and Mel would be so proud, my speech pathologists.&lt;br /&gt;Baby is growing and growing and so is mommy. I did good at first losing weight but I have found it all now. I am going to have to work my butt off when she gets here(literally and figuratively. ) Still can't agree on names..HELP! I would like to go to the hospital with some choices at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-698121435197087536?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/698121435197087536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=698121435197087536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/698121435197087536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/698121435197087536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-is-back-to-normalsomewhat.html' title='All is back to normal...somewhat'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966711167388195015.post-4436529580206854261</id><published>2008-12-08T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:30:45.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospital Visits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and Razor Blades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Never a dull moment at the Hollands</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! I am actually blogging!Aren't you proud of me Sharon? What a week for it!  Last night we were at the Lottie Moon offering program for Sean and Kennedy to sing and Reuel(my father in law) starts getting chest pains. Sean and I left early because we had been there for both performances and we get a call from Sean's mom saying that she was taking Reuel to the hospital. Somehow I ended up with Donna in my car and sean "flew" his dad to the er. I finally got home and got the kids in bed around 9. the doctors put him in icu last night and did a ct scan and lung scan. Everything came back clear so now they don't know what's going on. As Sean would say, "It's all guess work in a white coat." So they kept him tonight for observation and we should know more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... we are supposed to be installing cabinets on FridayYEAH! When I say we i mean the cabinet guys and sean. Counters are still up for decision.. granite or quartz? They will probably be after Christmas. Carpet is supposed to be in next Monday then we can start moving IN!!! HOW EXCITING! I have only been waiting since June 10. I am not counting the days or anything. Kennedy is already sleeping in her new room with carpet remnant and bed and a santa nightlight. How did my kids get so weird? I know, it's their dad. JK That' s one less obstacle we will have to overcome when we "move" into the new part. It's scott in a big bed that makes me nervous. Today, he tried to brush his teeth... with Sean's razor.  I caught him just in time. He had a small cut on his lip and one on his tongue. Once again, how did my kids get so weird? on that note I am going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966711167388195015-4436529580206854261?l=neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/feeds/4436529580206854261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5966711167388195015&amp;postID=4436529580206854261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4436529580206854261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966711167388195015/posts/default/4436529580206854261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neveradullmomentatthehollands.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-dull-moment-at-hollands.html' title='Never a dull moment at the Hollands'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174999408843739419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
