<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387</id><updated>2008-10-05T22:28:02.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moore 4</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, laughter, and plenty of madness</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themoore4.com/atom.xml?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themoore4.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03615086325698986627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-5129230258925374113</id><published>2008-10-04T22:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:28:02.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not tonight, Dear, I have Mannequin Leg</title><summary type='text'>I had intentions of getting my August/slash/September blog finished and posted, but well now... it's already OCTOBER!!! So, that particular news will have to be finished someday and then added to the ol' printed history book (as this is also that) and I shall go on from here, I guess. I don't want to slight the news of those two months, though, because we had two very special birthdays: Rick and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/5129230258925374113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=5129230258925374113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/5129230258925374113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/5129230258925374113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/10/not-tonight-dear-i-have-mannequin-leg.html' title='Not tonight, Dear, I have Mannequin Leg'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-7589055705470445396</id><published>2008-09-16T15:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:25:20.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks and Short News...</title><summary type='text'>Hey everybody :) 

Just a quick note to say thanks for all the delicious comments! 

Keep 'em coming! :)

We've actually had a hard time getting settled here in the new digs. We've been here 3 weeks and have more to do. ;(

I have yet to move into my kitchen. I just haven't tackled all the left over construction dust that lies therein. Bleck.

We still have no curtains, which isn't been too big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/7589055705470445396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=7589055705470445396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7589055705470445396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7589055705470445396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/09/thanks-and-short-news.html' title='Thanks and Short News...'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-7849798489002293889</id><published>2008-08-24T11:38:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:42:06.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jubliee!</title><summary type='text'>

We have been saying since the beginning (and especially since the infamous Farmington Greens fiasco) that we would not be happy, celebrate, or "count our chickens" until we had closed and had keys in hand.

That all happened on Friday at about 5:30pm. We can jubilee now...the house is ours!!!

Yay!!!

If you are interested, you can view pictures of the building process on our Flickr account.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/7849798489002293889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=7849798489002293889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7849798489002293889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7849798489002293889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/08/jubliee.html' title='Jubliee!'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03615086325698986627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-7159151197980407698</id><published>2008-08-17T22:38:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:35:31.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wubbzy, A Scooter, Updates and Sayonaras</title><summary type='text'> Looney Tunes still in, but Wow, Wow Wubbzy: totally in. Yes, we are still living without a TV and through the day to day life we are living, we are doing pretty darn good without it. We are still using our downloaded children shows and Cali rediscovered Wubbzy on Nick Jr.’s website. She used to play a game on that site a while back and now she found full length videos of the actual show too. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/7159151197980407698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=7159151197980407698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7159151197980407698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7159151197980407698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/08/wubbzy-scooter-updates-and-sayonaras.html' title='Wubbzy, A Scooter, Updates and Sayonaras'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-9003680683021201298</id><published>2008-08-13T23:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:13:47.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I was beautiful and had nut-brown hair... would you keep me?"</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I've decided to do the Moore4 again... but for the love of all that's Blogger dot com... leave me a comment! Please? :)

Comments are like little mini conversations with people, don't you think? 

I do.

Or look at it this way... 

Movie. Sleepless in Seattle. Jonah calls into the radio station to Dr. Marsha Fieldstone ("her first name could be doctor.") about his Dad, Sam. Then Sam gets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/9003680683021201298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=9003680683021201298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/9003680683021201298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/9003680683021201298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/08/if-i-was-beautiful-and-had-nut-brown.html' title='&quot;If I was beautiful and had nut-brown hair... would you keep me?&quot;'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-4347791406389407195</id><published>2008-07-29T00:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:29:23.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Two Sweet Girls</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/4347791406389407195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=4347791406389407195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4347791406389407195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4347791406389407195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/07/our-two-sweet-girls.html' title='Our Two Sweet Girls'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-2023631097734410128</id><published>2008-07-14T22:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:48:47.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation, Celebrations, Medications and Visitations</title><summary type='text'>Rick was disappointed that I decided to end the blog. He said he liked having access to it whenever he wanted to read and/or reread it. I’m sorry, Love ;( But publishing that blog was like being at an activity with no one talking to you while you were there. So, I am done with that blog party. (Steph did leave one last comment, but that was all I received..thanks friend!) I didn’t intend on not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/2023631097734410128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=2023631097734410128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/2023631097734410128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/2023631097734410128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/08/graduation-celebrations-medications-and.html' title='Graduation, Celebrations, Medications and Visitations'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-4214702002939334745</id><published>2008-07-09T09:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:16:57.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Moore4</title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry. You've reached a blog that is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this blog in error, please press the Apple key down while typing the letter L to reenter the address. 

Wait, what? You don't have an Apple Key? 

Oh. 

Well, I guess that must mean you don't have a Mac and I... uh... well, uh...  I don't think I can be friends with someone that doesn't own a Mac....

(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/4214702002939334745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=4214702002939334745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4214702002939334745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4214702002939334745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/06/no-more-moore4.html' title='No More Moore4'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-2408344409918849993</id><published>2008-06-12T20:15:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:57:35.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas, a Foundation, the Zoo and One Spicy Kid</title><summary type='text'>Train ride tickets: $64.50. 
Gas fill-up for a drive to Heber Valley, Utah: $30. 
Watching the girls see Thomas the Tank Engine in person: Priceless.

     

Okay, so I stole this opening idea from Rick as he paid for our pricey tickets online who in turn stole this idea from master card's TV commercials, but what the hey...

Memorial Saturday we drove about an hour to Heber to have a 'A Day Out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/2408344409918849993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=2408344409918849993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/2408344409918849993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/2408344409918849993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/06/thomas-foundation-zoo-and-one-spicy-kid.html' title='Thomas, a Foundation, the Zoo and One Spicy Kid'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-3235229116864833096</id><published>2008-05-06T01:29:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:15:21.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded, Farmington, a Promotion &amp; a Virus</title><summary type='text'>Our third baby went to the hospital. Whaddya mean you don’t know who our third baby is? Y’know - the one that has a face only a mother could love. The one that is big, black and boxy. *sigh* Yeah. Our Scion was in the shop. The Daddy...uh...kinda...uh... left the car ‘on’ all night (not like the ignition on...hello CO2 poisoning) just the key turned to the on position. Well, the next morning, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/3235229116864833096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=3235229116864833096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/3235229116864833096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/3235229116864833096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/05/stranded-farmington-promotion-virus.html' title='Stranded, Farmington, a Promotion &amp; a Virus'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-8475440641010779299</id><published>2008-04-02T14:35:00.053-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:06:02.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess, a Storm, California &amp; Solo Mio</title><summary type='text'>Oh, Boy. What had I done. The beautiful invitations were sent and people were expressing their excitement to come. Would it be what they were hoping it to be? I had planned the 'mother' of all little girl parties: The Princess Party. I got a little nervous. But happily, when all was said and done, prayers were answered and Cali's 5th birthday party was a success! Well, all except the castle cake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/8475440641010779299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=8475440641010779299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/8475440641010779299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/8475440641010779299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/04/princess-storm-california-solo-mio.html' title='A Princess, a Storm, California &amp; Solo Mio'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-7131735294001879094</id><published>2008-02-29T15:44:00.074-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:40:07.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Language, Firehouse &amp; a Diamond</title><summary type='text'>Rick and I wore our Sunday clothes under our winter outerwear. However, we dressed the girls up more warmly: pants, snow boots, hats, and mittens. We parked our car at the end of the line for Trax and got on the train. We found a seat and bumpily made our way downtown. We got off on Main Street, walked through Temple Square and crossed the street, headed for the Conference Center. I got a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/7131735294001879094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=7131735294001879094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7131735294001879094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7131735294001879094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/02/goodbye-language-and-firehouse.html' title='Goodbye, Language, Firehouse &amp; a Diamond'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-5187926097912605328</id><published>2008-01-29T01:03:00.049-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:16:26.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairies, Damsels, Release, and a Tie</title><summary type='text'>Wow! We didn't quite see this coming, but here we are! Our first baby is officially growing up! But Cali on the verge of missing a couple of teeth actually started out as a little scare. Earlier in the month I was trying to capture a photo of the girls who were dressed up cute. I plunked Carice in front of a willing Cali, but I should have known better...Carice wasn't havin' it and head-butted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/5187926097912605328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=5187926097912605328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/5187926097912605328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/5187926097912605328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/01/fairies-damsels-tie-and-bittersweet.html' title='Fairies, Damsels, Release, and a Tie'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-4538787165478992175</id><published>2008-01-01T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:40:20.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dakota in December</title><summary type='text'>I gotta say this fast. It's really, really good news and I want it to stay that way. Okay...here goes... We found a new home to build not far from where we originally were going to build in Farmington. We're getting a great home plan and it fits our needs pretty darn well. We signed papers on the 29th and we have an address already; Dakota Drive. It's so, so awesome and woohoohooo! We are gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/4538787165478992175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=4538787165478992175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4538787165478992175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4538787165478992175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2008/01/dakota-in-december.html' title='Dakota in December'/><author><name>The Daddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-6462653564369017848</id><published>2007-11-30T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:13:18.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice or Nasty November</title><summary type='text'>It's been a nasty Fall for sicknesses–for all of us. We just can't seem to keep the bugs at bay! And how many viruses does a pint size Carice have to endure? She had a head cold in September, one in October and now one in November. Not to mention nasty Croup found its way into her little body about the middle of the month. Yucky. She didn't receive any meds from her doctor for it though, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/6462653564369017848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=6462653564369017848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/6462653564369017848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/6462653564369017848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/11/nice-or-nasty-november.html' title='Nice or Nasty November'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-8462383134817158514</id><published>2007-11-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:03:57.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, October</title><summary type='text'>Bloggity, blog, blog, blog. Oh, what to write. It's been such a hodge podge month, so I will start out by showing you this incredible log cabin Cali and I built out of Lincoln Logs! Of course, we can't build this when little sister is awake; up and around playing amongst us. She is one years old and well...doesn't understand that you can't just come and knock down all that hard work. Siblings can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/8462383134817158514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=8462383134817158514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/8462383134817158514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/8462383134817158514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/11/oh-october.html' title='Oh, October'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-281862896799707694</id><published>2007-09-30T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:00:09.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>September Sorrow</title><summary type='text'>I got a call on September 4 from Katie, the selling agent for our home from Richmond American. They had decided not to build the Villages at Farmington Greens-the section where we were buying. Apparently, the developer had yanked them around so much as to finishing dates and was now asking for more money that they decided not to continue developing this area of the neighborhood. It was horrible, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/281862896799707694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=281862896799707694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/281862896799707694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/281862896799707694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/09/september-sorrow.html' title='September Sorrow'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-2748311943667766275</id><published>2007-09-06T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:30:59.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaa!!! &amp; Aahhh's of August</title><summary type='text'>"I'm gonna go get some milk, I'll see you later." No, I wasn't getting into the black box and taking a trip to the grocery store. Our refrigerator stopped getting as cold as it should and I was heading to the garage! We got a 'loaner fridge' from management and I guess I should be grateful for that. It's crazy trying to live without a fridge at your fingertips! Actually, we've been dealing with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/2748311943667766275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=2748311943667766275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/2748311943667766275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/2748311943667766275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/09/aaaaa-and-aahhhs-of-august.html' title='Aaaaa!!! &amp; Aahhh&apos;s of August'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-7305831145427506604</id><published>2007-07-16T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:10:24.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jubilee in July</title><summary type='text'>You'd better sit down for this blog. There's something there... in the distance... can you see it? What is that? What th'.... It looks like a house! The Moore4 is buying a house??!! Hoolllyyy Cooowww. Alright, so we aren't actually jubileeing until we are actually IN the house and we are calling it ours, (y'know how home buying goes...or so we've heard). But I must say we also feel a reverence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/7305831145427506604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=7305831145427506604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7305831145427506604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7305831145427506604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/07/jubilee-in-july.html' title='Jubilee in July'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-914206410221647870</id><published>2007-07-05T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:08:38.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling June</title><summary type='text'>Wwwhhhaaaaaahhhh!! Daddy's new work commute to downtown is killing us all! Whaaahh *sob, sob* {blow nose, wipe tears}. Uh, huh, huh. Okay.... (sniff, sniff) I feel better now. Actually, it was mostly the first day or so. He went in at 9:00am the first day and I think it was that day that I remember calling him around 5:30pm asking something like this, "Are you remotely close to home?" Crimanittly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/914206410221647870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=914206410221647870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/914206410221647870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/914206410221647870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/07/juggling-june.html' title='Juggling June'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-6112099540823870675</id><published>2007-06-03T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:11:22.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty May</title><summary type='text'>
Three syllables, baby...I-kee-uh. IKEA! A few of you may know that Rick and I are die-hard IKEA fans, but our love and committment waned in comparison to the soon to be shoppers lining up and camping out in their TENTS! a day or two prior to the store's May 23rd opening. (Now, perhaps if we didn't have small children...hmmm. :) It was crowded, to say the least, but it was a fun 'walk through the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/6112099540823870675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=6112099540823870675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/6112099540823870675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/6112099540823870675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/06/mighty-may.html' title='Mighty May'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-1439547213327765968</id><published>2007-04-30T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:11:37.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Asparagus</title><summary type='text'>Oy Vey...what a month. I don't know why, but in the past it seems like the month of April loves to send me stressful days. This year was no exception. Ugg. I earned the 'World's Worst Mother' award when Tilly slipped off our bed. Between 911 paramedics and a next-day pediatrician check, she, thankfully, was fine, but I felt so completely wretched. Uhhh. And
Rick and I had some freakish virus that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/1439547213327765968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=1439547213327765968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/1439547213327765968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/1439547213327765968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/04/aprils-asparagus.html' title='April&apos;s Asparagus'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-4881874691846321448</id><published>2007-04-18T00:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:06:25.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Memories</title><summary type='text'>I remember comedian, Jerry Seinfeld, talking about kids. Basically, he was saying how funny it is to find your own things in unexpected places...like your wallet in the trash! ;) Well, in our household, it's the kids' stuff that's hanging out in perculiar places. Somehow there is one pink Cali sock mixed in with my cosmetics; in the hallway, I noticed the folded up stroller leaning against the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/4881874691846321448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=4881874691846321448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4881874691846321448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/4881874691846321448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/04/march-memories.html' title='March Memories'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-5399665566525920514</id><published>2007-02-28T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:00:57.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February Friends</title><summary type='text'>One of the perks of being married to an artist is getting homemade Valentines. I think he outdid himself this year. I loved this one! The paper clip heart was the 'X' factor for me...oh, and the message was sweet, too ;)  Cali and I made Valentines also this year and gave them to Daddy, Carice, and random loved ones. It is fun for she and I to do crafty things together. We decorated our humble </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/5399665566525920514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=5399665566525920514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/5399665566525920514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/5399665566525920514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/02/february-friends.html' title='February Friends'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NhRVQt5t8aw/ReZ_-J9TMRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YMd3hpK0Fg4/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828537366701131387.post-7296653684036195437</id><published>2007-01-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:26:29.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jewels of January</title><summary type='text'>Hello All! We hope your new year has started out with a happy bang! January usually brings the normal resolutions of losing weight and/or eating healthy. P'shaw we say! We've joyously been having a Homemade Pancake Fest! The Mommy has tried a few recipes for pancakes made from scratch, but we came back to, and settled on, a recipe that we received as a Christmas gift! (thanks, Amanda!)  Let's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/7296653684036195437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3828537366701131387&amp;postID=7296653684036195437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7296653684036195437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828537366701131387/posts/default/7296653684036195437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themoore4.com/2007/01/jewels-of-january.html' title='The Jewels of January'/><author><name>Books at Bedtime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290581200852059562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NhRVQt5t8aw/RcGattKnCRI/AAAAAAAAACA/1QWVGADGV4o/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>