<?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-9214184038870365337</id><updated>2011-09-15T13:01:04.286-07:00</updated><category term='Lagoon Day'/><category term='A weekend full of pumkins'/><category term='Halloween Party'/><category term='Due date changed'/><category term='First Hair Cut'/><category term='Hose Fun'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='The past month'/><category term='tag'/><category term='It&apos;s a Girl'/><category term='weekend at the pool'/><category term='Doctors visit 11/14'/><category term='Doctors visit 11/21'/><category term='Our girls first pictures'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Ears Pierced'/><category term='Fire Works'/><category term='Still Pregnant'/><category term='Doctors visit 8/03'/><category term='Just need sleep'/><category term='Aniston is 2'/><category term='Aniston pooped in the potty'/><category term='Family BBQ'/><category term='Getting off to a early start'/><category term='Thriller'/><category term='oh what a halloween'/><category term='Christmas 08'/><category term='She is here'/><category term='sister'/><category term='boots'/><title type='text'>The Moss Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-9201248007980630632</id><published>2009-12-13T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:29:35.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Averys 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyV3g6oKrdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aM2Sf9ODpUQ/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414865534360137170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyV3g6oKrdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aM2Sf9ODpUQ/s320/averys+1st+birthday+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The year has gone by so fast. I can't believe that Avery is one. I cried on the day she was born and I cried the day she turned one. She is my baby. It's no secret she is a mommy's girl. It's hard to see her get big. Lucky for me she doesn't seem to be growing up as fast as Annie. It's so hard watching them get big, yet so fulfilling.

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyVkEHJoYYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ChrCDCN_JVs/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414844148784587138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyVkEHJoYYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ChrCDCN_JVs/s200/averys+1st+birthday+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday Avery. You 1 year old!!!


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Avery loves giving Bryten Kisses


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Trent, Jason and Brother Dave as Annie calls him, all gathered round the cupcake cake
.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyVkCzOI0JI/AAAAAAAAAyA/hbGA22bgOT4/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414844126254911634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyVkCzOI0JI/AAAAAAAAAyA/hbGA22bgOT4/s200/averys+1st+birthday+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery having at her birthday treat





&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyVkCHhQRXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/YC37gz9GNUs/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414844114523932018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyVkCHhQRXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/YC37gz9GNUs/s200/averys+1st+birthday+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What a mess my little monkey is.

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyV4pekhD3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/9z_LULdv-Gs/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414866780959084402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyV4pekhD3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/9z_LULdv-Gs/s200/averys+1st+birthday+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and my mom, say cheese Annie



&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/9214184038870365337-9201248007980630632?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/9201248007980630632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=9201248007980630632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/9201248007980630632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/9201248007980630632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/12/averys-1st-birthday.html' title='Averys 1st Birthday'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyV3g6oKrdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aM2Sf9ODpUQ/s72-c/averys+1st+birthday+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-756414975087766961</id><published>2009-12-10T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:52:18.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyE1H0VhJjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/gUuLYpdtgXs/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413666635500299826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyE1H0VhJjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/gUuLYpdtgXs/s320/averys+1st+birthday+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie in her snow outfit that grandma bought her. She was so excited to go out and play.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy5auonuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/F3ZOxGJwtGg/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413664189084901090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy5auonuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/F3ZOxGJwtGg/s320/averys+1st+birthday+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow day all the way!!!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy41dNn_I/AAAAAAAAAxg/7doFoa1sHcw/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413664179079716850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy41dNn_I/AAAAAAAAAxg/7doFoa1sHcw/s320/averys+1st+birthday+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Annie is doing her best cheese face.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy4HaKOBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/GboNHd8K0aY/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413664166718879762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy4HaKOBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/GboNHd8K0aY/s320/averys+1st+birthday+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy took a break from shovelling snow for a pic with Avery.



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy3tAu_PI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8w3QS_OCnvA/s1600-h/averys+1st+birthday+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413664159632915698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyEy3tAu_PI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8w3QS_OCnvA/s320/averys+1st+birthday+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery in her bunting suite, all ready to head out in the cold.




&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/9214184038870365337-756414975087766961?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/756414975087766961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=756414975087766961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/756414975087766961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/756414975087766961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-snow-day.html' title='First Snow day'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SyE1H0VhJjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/gUuLYpdtgXs/s72-c/averys+1st+birthday+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-2774166635959321829</id><published>2009-10-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:01:51.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuienAGoB8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/CbAmYwHJnzw/s1600-h/vehicle+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397738546283415490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuienAGoB8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/CbAmYwHJnzw/s320/vehicle+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you missed us? I bet you have.... Well it's been crazy. Summer really got the better of us. But we are back and ready to blog. So much has happened over the past few months I really don't know where to start. Avery is 11 months old. Can you believe that? She is almost 1.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Suiem-jy7WI/AAAAAAAAAvg/l7Aq-UCikls/s1600-h/vehicle+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397738545868893538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Suiem-jy7WI/AAAAAAAAAvg/l7Aq-UCikls/s320/vehicle+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is not really talking much, but she already has a strong voice of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;. She is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; animated with her vocal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sounds&lt;/span&gt; and facial &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expressions&lt;/span&gt;. I guess you could say she is the sassy one. She can say momma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dada&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is crawling all over and is super fast.

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She can also move up the stairs but hasn't grasped the going down concept just yet. She still loves toys. She is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from Annie in that way. She will sit and play with toys where Annie just likes to pack them around.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuiemBkK_aI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wK-rQtihGT8/s1600-h/vehicle+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397738529495907746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuiemBkK_aI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wK-rQtihGT8/s320/vehicle+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Both girls have been really sick the past few weeks, but are finally getting better. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nasty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swine&lt;/span&gt; flue and cold. Annie just finished a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stint&lt;/span&gt; at daycare. She was going to our friend Amy's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; two days a week for the past few months. It was good for her to learn how to interact with kids. She progressed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; in the time she went. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;talks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; more clearly ad in more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;statements&lt;/span&gt;.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuicuaKEqqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Hz0NGcJEPOM/s1600-h/vehicle+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397736474513025698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuicuaKEqqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Hz0NGcJEPOM/s320/vehicle+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie is pretty much potty trained! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/span&gt;! It's so nice to be saving that money on diapers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is a picture of us at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; patch. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anistions&lt;/span&gt; favorite holiday. She loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; she is being one for Halloween.



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuictyYd_II/AAAAAAAAAvA/5AhSGOvYNmw/s1600-h/vehicle+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397736463835987074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuictyYd_II/AAAAAAAAAvA/5AhSGOvYNmw/s320/vehicle+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; has been making new friends. She had her first sleepover a few weeks ago. My friend and recent room mate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anyssa&lt;/span&gt; brought her niece Jo Jo over. We got them matching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;.





&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuictfLxycI/AAAAAAAAAu4/McPn7dDZN2M/s1600-h/october+09+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397736458682485186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SuictfLxycI/AAAAAAAAAu4/McPn7dDZN2M/s320/october+09+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is a picture of the girls dressed up in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tu's&lt;/span&gt; I made them






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&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; say cheese






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&lt;div&gt;Sunday is pool day this summer for the Moss family. As of July me and Jason decided to make more time for us and the family. So the past few Sundays we have made family day, and what better place than the pool. The girls both love the water and, Jay and I love spending time with the girls. The added bonus of getting a summer tan is good too. If anyone wants to join us please do. The water is great!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anistion had fun pushing Avery around the backyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;I know it has been over a month since I last blogged, but you know how summer is. So much to do, and so much going on. Busy, busy as they would say. July seems to have come and gone already. Below are some pictures of what we have been up to, as well for updates on our growing girls. We love you all, and hope you are all doing well.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SmcoRe8lxBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9GBkrmaeDQc/s1600-h/JULY+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361298162237948946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SmcoRe8lxBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9GBkrmaeDQc/s320/JULY+2009+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anistion&lt;/span&gt; is doing good and getting big. The terrible twos are in full force. Even though she has her good days. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; that I haven't killed her yet. But don't worry we still love her as much as always



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&lt;div&gt;Avery is starting to use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup. Wow, she is getting too big too fast.&lt;/div&gt;





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&lt;div&gt;Avery is such a little piglet. She will just eat and eat and eat. If you don't stop her she'll eat tell she pukes. I guess I should say she is such a little gold fish. She eats tell she pops!&lt;/div&gt;






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&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/9214184038870365337-214894447518641740?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/214894447518641740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=214894447518641740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/214894447518641740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/214894447518641740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-to-talk-about.html' title='So many things to talk about....'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sjccs9eVtwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ftt7rmySRvs/s72-c/june+09+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-3842957376438231473</id><published>2009-06-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:58:48.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three years and Counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SidLhucUagI/AAAAAAAAAlo/IdEjZXOcMn0/s1600-h/may+09+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322525672958466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SidLhucUagI/AAAAAAAAAlo/IdEjZXOcMn0/s400/may+09+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you that are unaware this week is Air Force week. What does this have to do with me and J? Well three years ago this week I met the man of my dreams. I was standing in the rain. Under a tree on the flight line. Watching the jets do practices runs for the air show. At the time I never thought that choosing to stand in the rain on my break would have ever effected my life so much. Maybe I thought I might catch a cold, but never did I think I would have caught a husband. The conversation was short. I wish I could remember what exactly was said. There was some talk of where I lived and if I liked four wheeling. Nothing to compelling, just normal small talk. I then decided my break was over and it was time to head back inside. Not much longer I ran into Jason in the mail room. He then and there decided to ask me out. He asked me to go fourwheeling that upcoming Sunday. It was Friday at this point. I agreed. Well long story short, Jason was impatient ( like always) and called me that night to come over. I did and the rest is history . One short fairy tale latter, we have two beautiful girls and a wonderful life. I love him so much. Sometimes more than I will ever have words for. I love you Jason. Happy unofficial anniversary!

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&lt;p&gt;Annie has grown up allot since we moved into our new house. She is completely off the bottle, and we recently said odious to the Binky. She still ask for the Binky here and there, but we aren't giving in. It's almost bitter sweet that she is starting to potty train. Once she is out of diapers she will officially no longer be my first baby. Key is "almost". Aniston is also talking in complete sentences, even though sometimes she doesn't make much sense. But it still is sentences none the less. &lt;/p&gt;
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Wahoo!!! Your a big girl now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-3915961294609252279?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3915961294609252279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=3915961294609252279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3915961294609252279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3915961294609252279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/06/aniston-is-using-potty.html' title='Aniston is using the Potty'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SidGCr8lZhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uUyI7Akijjg/s72-c/june+09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-6728376427361013588</id><published>2009-06-02T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:05:22.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SiX-yXS5OiI/AAAAAAAAAko/CnGuUFCY0NI/s1600-h/june+09+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342956674145139234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SiX-yXS5OiI/AAAAAAAAAko/CnGuUFCY0NI/s400/june+09+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery celebrated her six month birthday today. I can't believe how fast it is going by. I wish I could just freeze time and keep her just as she is now. She is so sweet and smiley. I really can't get enough of her cheeks and how big her dimples are when she smiles. She always has this look of pure contentment on her face. She truly is everything I could have ever wanted or asked for in a baby.



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Then and now, I can't believe it's been six months, seems like yesterday!

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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SiYBZ8n_CaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mVhqcOvpYhw/s1600-h/june+09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342959553203866018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SiYBZ8n_CaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mVhqcOvpYhw/s400/june+09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things going on with Avery at six months:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well she loves to eat her baby food. Her favorite flavors seem to be pears and sweet potatoes. She doesn't like beans. She can sit up by herself for a few seconds at a time. I think her record time is like forty five seconds. She also loves to watch her sister play and be crazy. She will just smile and giggle at her. You can see in her eyes she wants to be Annies best friend. Avery also loves toys. She will lay and go back and forth between different toys just playing and entertaining herself. She is just so content and happy to be alive, you seldom here a cry out of her. Happy six month mark Avery. I love you!
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&lt;p&gt;Avery is starting to sit up by herself. She still is a little shaky but she can do it. Check back in later this week for more pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We pierced Averys ears on Friday. We just took her to the Afterthoughts in the mall. I handed her to Jason and went around the corner. It was his turn to be the bad guy. I take them to get their shots. It seems only fair. She didn't cry much. Aniston was in her stroller watching the whole thing, and she cried more than Avery did. She cried out hurt sissies ears. Anistion was still upset about it when we got to the car and Avery had forgotten all about it.
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Aloha Avery.... My mom brought this back from Hawaii. I think Avery looks so cute in it.






























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Little miss blue eyes. Every where we go everyone comments on how pretty her eyes are.





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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7323902162469260002?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7323902162469260002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7323902162469260002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7323902162469260002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7323902162469260002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/05/avery-is-5-months-old.html' title='Avery is 5 months old'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SgicBxHYlyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mq_DFVY6c-0/s72-c/apirl+09+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-2468007012663708624</id><published>2009-05-11T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:33:46.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniston is 2'/><title type='text'>Anistons is Two now!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SgiY9ZHQ2mI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IyIov1Y34aQ/s1600-h/apirl+09+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334681939101145698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SgiY9ZHQ2mI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IyIov1Y34aQ/s320/apirl+09+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not exactly sure how it happened but Aniston Mae Moss made it to her second birthday. She turned two on April twenty seventh. Happy B day baby girl. Here are some fun filled picks from the highlights of her birthday.
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejQG4ntvZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/x3EDC1EYFls/s1600-h/easter+09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735376062365074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejQG4ntvZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/x3EDC1EYFls/s320/easter+09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anistons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; thing that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny left her was these jell flip flops.

































&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejQnxIdIZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/oEFDiyY_ho0/s1600-h/easter+09+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735940987888018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejQnxIdIZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/oEFDiyY_ho0/s320/easter+09+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny also left Annie a egg hunt in the back yard.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325737027035523762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejRm--Y6rI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/pfL0RLi3JOk/s320/easter+09+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a goofy picture of Annie from earlier in the day. She is wearing my sunglasses. She wore them most of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7423358582713538548?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7423358582713538548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7423358582713538548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7423358582713538548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7423358582713538548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-cheese-its-easter.html' title='Easter 09'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejMmVd-bPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jqO4W0qAqIg/s72-c/easter+09+090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-6082076171888794835</id><published>2009-04-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:34:32.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery and her many first's</title><content type='html'>It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of first for every the past few weeks. But before we get to them you must check out the many smiles of Avery....
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejLKIJ_FjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Cvp--ZCvPg0/s1600-h/easter+09+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729934214108722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejLKIJ_FjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Cvp--ZCvPg0/s200/easter+09+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejKz1iwT0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Xlq1aO-oKxY/s1600-h/easter+09+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729551260602178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejKz1iwT0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Xlq1aO-oKxY/s200/easter+09+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejKjas9bvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TBlnEQfa-30/s1600-h/easter+09+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729269177741042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejKjas9bvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TBlnEQfa-30/s200/easter+09+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div align="center"&gt;Witness the magic of Avery rolling over .....
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejJi-PRyRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/P5_34MO3f8A/s1600-h/easter+09+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325728162025425170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejJi-PRyRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/P5_34MO3f8A/s200/easter+09+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;


&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ready set.....
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejJUyvRc7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/BeWJX01eChs/s1600-h/easter+09+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325727918420226994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejJUyvRc7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/BeWJX01eChs/s200/easter+09+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; push....

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejJE2Jhs-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/QgK0NF0-z5M/s1600-h/easter+09+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325727644457743330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejJE2Jhs-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/QgK0NF0-z5M/s200/easter+09+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
push a little harder... you can do it....




&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejIznFAMNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/MMqG5CWwRxk/s1600-h/easter+09+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325727348354461906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejIznFAMNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/MMqG5CWwRxk/s200/easter+09+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; almost there.....






&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejInjosOTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S588bDyd-Js/s1600-h/easter+09+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325727141271976242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejInjosOTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S588bDyd-Js/s200/easter+09+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..... you did it!!!!!







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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SeizEIH_8JI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pizo6LrSIQs/s1600-h/easter+09+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325703442847494290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SeizEIH_8JI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pizo6LrSIQs/s200/easter+09+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Averys&lt;/span&gt; had her first bites of rice cereal. Wow! She loved it. I couldn't get it in her mouth fast enough.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejHs_OOtkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ymBpHgy7ocY/s1600-h/easter+09+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325726135064901186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejHs_OOtkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ymBpHgy7ocY/s200/easter+09+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;








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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Seiw99cUOyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UllowY7_fKg/s1600-h/easter+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701137877449506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Seiw99cUOyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UllowY7_fKg/s200/easter+09+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery also discovered that she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thumbs&lt;/span&gt;, and that she likes to suck on them. Yes, I know it is kind of cute, but we really would rather her not pick up that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SeiyU3Zn19I/AAAAAAAAAgA/qHfXHloIoJY/s1600-h/easter+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325702630904158162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SeiyU3Zn19I/AAAAAAAAAgA/qHfXHloIoJY/s200/easter+09+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery also likes sucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daddy's&lt;/span&gt; thumb










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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SeiwgrMMK_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Uydnc8At3lU/s1600-h/easter+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700634761767922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SeiwgrMMK_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Uydnc8At3lU/s200/easter+09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of her first time in a saucer. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; to like being in it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; ever did.&lt;/div&gt;












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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Seix7vgW7zI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AL6ptiVrtmg/s1600-h/easter+09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325702199288196914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Seix7vgW7zI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AL6ptiVrtmg/s200/easter+09+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another cute picture of Avery playing in her saucer wearing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt; first Easter outfit












&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-6082076171888794835?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6082076171888794835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6082076171888794835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6082076171888794835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6082076171888794835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/avery-and-her-many-firsts.html' title='Avery and her many first&apos;s'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SejLKIJ_FjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Cvp--ZCvPg0/s72-c/easter+09+119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-6659949836652266100</id><published>2009-04-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:23:10.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz4GKJpNeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZSdqJEzN8bk/s1600-h/long+lost+and+first+cheer+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322401644332791266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz4GKJpNeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZSdqJEzN8bk/s200/long+lost+and+first+cheer+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Averys&lt;/span&gt;' first walk yesterday. The weather was so nice. Here are two pictures of the girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; we left.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz373L6X2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7Cvdio44AZU/s1600-h/long+lost+and+first+cheer+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322401467443339106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz373L6X2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7Cvdio44AZU/s200/long+lost+and+first+cheer+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep before we could even make it home.

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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz4oRhXEAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/54A2aImCzVQ/s1600-h/long+lost+and+first+cheer+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322402230426865666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz4oRhXEAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/54A2aImCzVQ/s200/long+lost+and+first+cheer+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture has nothing to do with the first walk, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stumbled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; it when uploading the above pics. It's one of the long lost pictures of Jason and Avery right after she was born. Man Jay looks tired.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz5FuKL2AI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RrrU0yTjjiM/s1600-h/long+lost+and+first+cheer+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322402736330496002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz5FuKL2AI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RrrU0yTjjiM/s200/long+lost+and+first+cheer+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-6659949836652266100?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6659949836652266100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6659949836652266100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6659949836652266100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6659949836652266100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-went-on-averys-first-walk-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz4GKJpNeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZSdqJEzN8bk/s72-c/long+lost+and+first+cheer+114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-7209942093284737755</id><published>2009-04-08T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:14:30.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we say Syracuse, you say Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SdzzErdbyGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8i17LkysvSA/s1600-h/long+lost+and+first+cheer+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322396121356290146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SdzzErdbyGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8i17LkysvSA/s320/long+lost+and+first+cheer+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had our first dance competition this past weekend. We also preformed at the Utah Jazz game. Above is a picture of some of the girls from my cheer squad with their first, first place trophy. Good job girls you earned it.



&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture of the whole team waiting to go on the Jazz floor for their pregame performance. They did so well. They hit all the stunts and had great energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz0JCVeeDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/j4u4sx36nBs/s1600-h/long+lost+and+first+cheer+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322397295728031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sdz0JCVeeDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/j4u4sx36nBs/s200/long+lost+and+first+cheer+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of me and my assistant coaches. They are two of the best assistants I've ever had the pleasure of working with. Next to be is Scott and next to him is Karissa.
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All in all it was a successful weekend for Syracuse Dance Academy. All the girls preformed really well. We walked a way with four first place trophy's and two seconds from our first comp. Our next competition is at Roy High next weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7209942093284737755?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7209942093284737755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7209942093284737755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7209942093284737755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7209942093284737755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-we-say-syracuse-you-say-dance.html' title='When we say Syracuse, you say Dance!'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SdzzErdbyGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8i17LkysvSA/s72-c/long+lost+and+first+cheer+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-4264612183268054741</id><published>2009-04-01T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:06:15.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery is 4 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SdOg-HLQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Lg20peQQjLw/s1600-h/mar+09+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319772573793308994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SdOg-HLQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Lg20peQQjLw/s400/mar+09+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery will be four months old tomorrow.  It continues to go by way to fast, sorry it's been two weeks since our last post.  Things have been busy, we are all packed up and ready to move.  Hopefully things continue to work out, we have been hitting little speed bumps along the way but hopefully everything will work out.   Cross you fingers for us and hope for the best.  In other things, my cheerleaders had their first performance this past Saturday.  They rocked it!  I had so many people come and tell me how amazing they where.  We have our first competition this weekend, I'm super excited.  Here our a few pics of the girls from the past two weeks.






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&lt;p&gt;Sweet girl. It took allot of gel to get her hair to go curly.&lt;/p&gt;

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Avery got a bumbo!  She thinks it's great to sit like a big girl.

























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Avery and her favorite toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-4264612183268054741?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4264612183268054741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=4264612183268054741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4264612183268054741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4264612183268054741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/avery-is-4-months-old.html' title='Avery is 4 months old'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SdOg-HLQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Lg20peQQjLw/s72-c/mar+09+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-4620755805896732901</id><published>2009-03-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:49:37.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Annie All the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/ScB3U_zfLPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IeJRYOMImWY/s1600-h/mar+09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314378762905660658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/ScB3U_zfLPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IeJRYOMImWY/s200/mar+09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh what a mess she is! Here is a picture of Aniston from this weekend. We had roast and carrots for dinner. Aniston is going through the dip phase. Everything needs to be dipped. Here she was after dipping everything in ketchup. &lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/ScB4--qXyzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ErKk-1kJTXo/s1600-h/mar+09+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314380583665126194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/ScB4--qXyzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ErKk-1kJTXo/s200/mar+09+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave, Jasons friend who is buying our house, came over this weekend. Here he is hanging out with Annie. She thinks she is super cool wearing his sunglasses.&lt;/p&gt;

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Avery update. Avery is doing great and getting so big. Everyday we see more and more of her personality. I need to recant my statement about her sleeping through the night. I must have jinxed it. She had been sleeping through the night for two weeks until I posted it on the blog. Once again no sleep for mom. Avery is back to her old tricks of not sleeping through the night. Oh well, what can you do? We still love her all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-4620755805896732901?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4620755805896732901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=4620755805896732901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4620755805896732901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4620755805896732901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-annie-all-time.html' title='All Annie All the Time'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/ScB3U_zfLPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IeJRYOMImWY/s72-c/mar+09+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-1677119030654198959</id><published>2009-03-12T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:53:40.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SbkRk0aHWGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZVmQ32H_X6Y/s1600-h/mar+09+215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296559701350498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SbkRk0aHWGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZVmQ32H_X6Y/s400/mar+09+215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aniston is going every where, and doing everything with these dress up high heels on. The minute she wakes up she goes straight to the dress up box and pulls her high heels out. It doesn't matter what she's wearing, or where she is going she has these shoes on her feet. Even if she is just sitting on the bed watching T.V. she has them on. I snapped this picture during breakfast. It's amazing to me how well she can keep them on. I think she walks better in high heels than I do.

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A few days ago I almost lost bear. We had been grocery shopping at Wal-mart, and where getting in the car to go home. Aniston was having a fit. She dropped her bear on the ground. She screamed bear! I told her i would get it in a minute. Well, I was distracted by her fit and trying to get her and the grocries in the car and forgot about it. So once she was strapped in I just got in the car and drove off leaving bear in the parking lot. We got home ate dinner and went to go to bed, when we noticed she didn't have it. A hour or so had passed at this point. I got in the car drove back to wal-mart and proceeded to crawl around the Wal-mart parking lo,t in the dark tell I found him. Bear was wet and dirty but least he was there. Can't believe the crap this bear has put me through. &lt;/div&gt;

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Saturday was my first night out with my girl friends since I had Avery. It was so much fun. We went out to dinner, then out and about all over Ogden. It was almost like old times. Thanks girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-1033372462405625377?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1033372462405625377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=1033372462405625377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/1033372462405625377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/1033372462405625377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-two-weeks.html' title='Past two weeks'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/Sag0KoLfJbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/C35bXHLZRJ4/s72-c/febuary+09+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-3560139663005861237</id><published>2009-02-15T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:33:01.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time... No post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SZhAluJmzMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W6CvEKnfbOA/s1600-h/febuary+08+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303059578016419010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SZhAluJmzMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W6CvEKnfbOA/s320/febuary+08+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone!  I'm sorry that it has been so long since our last post.  Things have been more than crazy around here.  Everyone is doing great though.  Anistion has made a complete transition into a toddler bed.  Avery had her two month check up and gained 3 pounds and 2 1/2 inches.  She now weighs 9 pounds 12 ounces.  Avery holds her head up really well, but still isn't sleeping though the night on a regular basis.  As for Jason, he's been home more and not working as much. ,It's been nice having him home.  He was supposed to be gone to Florida the next two weeks, but his TDY was cancelled.  As for me things have been picking up at the dance studio getting ready for competition.  I'm really excited for our routines this year.  Other than that, I really have nothing new to talk about.  As you can see, the family is doing great.  We're all still trying to establish a routine.  Hopefully things will be getting a little easier, and I'll be back to my more predictable blogging schedule.  Here are some pictures from the last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;





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                                                                                                 Proud papa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-3560139663005861237?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3560139663005861237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=3560139663005861237' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3560139663005861237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3560139663005861237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time... No post'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SZhAluJmzMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W6CvEKnfbOA/s72-c/febuary+08+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-5962723392248198807</id><published>2009-01-16T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:26:58.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our girls first pictures'/><title type='text'>Our Girls First Pictures</title><content type='html'>We finally got the girls pictures done. It took two tries.  Sorry there isn't one of the girls together. Aniston refused to take a picture with Avery. She kept pushing her away and saying" NO!' Guess she didn't want to share the spot light. Hope you enjoy them. Please tell us what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-5962723392248198807?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/5962723392248198807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=5962723392248198807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/5962723392248198807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/5962723392248198807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-girls-first-pictures.html' title='Our Girls First Pictures'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-1775978823425686822</id><published>2009-01-15T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:08:24.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>Sister, sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SW9YMARLizI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BLw9cblwQB4/s1600-h/aniston+18months+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291545050437356338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SW9YMARLizI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BLw9cblwQB4/s400/aniston+18months+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh what an adventure having two girls is turning out to be.  Thank goodness they seem to like each other so far.  Annie constantly is wanting to give Avery loves.  Above is a picture I snapped of the girls when I had put Avery down on a blanket to do her exercises.  Like always, Aniston had to be right there too.  Aniston dosen't seem to be jealous of Avery yet, here is hoping it stays that way.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SW9fLBJGB2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/6krqEDXgChU/s1600-h/aniston+18months+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291552730073401186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SW9fLBJGB2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/6krqEDXgChU/s400/aniston+18months+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a funny pic of Aniston.  She sits in her doll stroller to watch TV.




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&lt;div&gt;Avery is Three weeks old now, and can finally hold her head up. She is getting big fast. We brought her home wearing preemie clothes and diapers. Now she's into new born sizes. It's amazing how fast she is changing, and how much a day can make a difference in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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She still continues to be an easy baby. She is slowly starting to sleep through the night, she is only waking up two times. So it's nice to be getting a little more sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-4754859328863596300?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4754859328863596300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=4754859328863596300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4754859328863596300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4754859328863596300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/12/avery-can-hold-her-head-up.html' title='Avery can hold her head up'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZslG7wQ2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/HdbQPHzP2Jg/s72-c/christmas+08+091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-8403019006116868302</id><published>2008-12-27T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:29:34.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 08'/><title type='text'>Christmas 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZRIf_pCiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4BKUBkhdhOI/s1600-h/christmas+08+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500419235088930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZRIf_pCiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4BKUBkhdhOI/s200/christmas+08+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope everyone had a good Christmas, we sure did. Above is a picture of Aniston and Dad on Christmas Eve. It was taken right before Christmas eve dinner at my grandmas house. It was a small gathering this year. Just my mom, grandma and us.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of my mom holding Avery in her "My First Christmas" outfit that she bought her. Avery looked so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZSjXwE3aI/AAAAAAAAAYg/DeEq7_ciw9g/s1600-h/christmas+08+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501980390415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZSjXwE3aI/AAAAAAAAAYg/DeEq7_ciw9g/s200/christmas+08+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Annie opening her Christmas Eve PJ's after her bath&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZnNuCOmCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dntMzUGLEe4/s1600-h/christmas+08+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284524698159192098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZnNuCOmCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dntMzUGLEe4/s200/christmas+08+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks grandma, for the number one most annoying toy(Talking Elmo). Annie loves it though, so I guess we'll let it slide.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZoRWyHopI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oBrO6mNZ9xc/s1600-h/christmas+08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284525860148716178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZoRWyHopI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oBrO6mNZ9xc/s200/christmas+08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a Christmas miracle this year. My mom found another Bear, in Canada of all places. So if anything else happens to Anistons poor bear we have a backup again. I took this picture to refresh everyones memory of what bear looked like before he was lit on fire and ran over by a lawnmower. Poor bear!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZp7FzTocI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mPrUnsAR08M/s1600-h/christmas+08+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284527676656427458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZp7FzTocI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mPrUnsAR08M/s200/christmas+08+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Yvonne's for Christmas dinner. They got Aniston a big box of dress up stuff. Annie couldn't wait to start trying things on. I think her favorite thing is that pearl necklace that is just her size.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZrEpo5s9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ko_nBeB_DnM/s1600-h/christmas+08+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284528940406911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZrEpo5s9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ko_nBeB_DnM/s200/christmas+08+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least we have a picture of Annie playing with her new favorite toy bus.
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&lt;div&gt;Ladies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;, boys and girls.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; has reached a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;milestone&lt;/span&gt;. Are you ready for this?.... Annie pooped in the potty!!!! Applause please!!! Yes, yes yesterday was a big day for the Moss family. I was up changing Avery and Annie came and stood in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doorway.&lt;/span&gt; She started grunting as if she needed to potty. Jason asked her if she needed to poop. She said yes, so Jason took her to the bathroom and helped take her pants off. She then sat on the potty and pushed, and then POOPED! Her first reaction was yucky. Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reassured&lt;/span&gt; her it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK,&lt;/span&gt; and a really good thing. We gave her a treat and sang her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;praises&lt;/span&gt;. Now all I can think is hooray, and hopefully it wasn't a fluke. Especially because a few days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; she pooped all over the floor an tracked it everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-592852148885856620?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/592852148885856620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=592852148885856620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/592852148885856620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/592852148885856620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/12/aniston-pooped-in-potty.html' title='Aniston Pooped in the Potty!!!!'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SVZNtdih4eI/AAAAAAAAAYA/i8MA0tDGXcY/s72-c/christmas+08+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-6157730181706508139</id><published>2008-12-20T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:29:02.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just need sleep'/><title type='text'>All we are missing is sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SU15W8XLF_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/YNOkLvS-BHo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282011373042866162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SU15W8XLF_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/YNOkLvS-BHo/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two weeks down, and the rest of our lives to go. Avery is now two weeks old, and she is such a good baby. She hardly cries, and eats really well. She smiles and laughs in her sleep. It is so cute. She had her two week check up on Tuesday. The doctor said everything looks great. She weighed 6 lbs and 7 oz. So she has gained a little over a pound since we brought her home. She is starting to sleep better at night too. The first week was so hard. She would sleep all day, and be awake all night. She didn't cry, but would just lay there and make squeaky noises and grunt. But with that being the only problem I think we are doing pretty good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SU153rcTqkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DWX_VnD0M28/s1600-h/aniston+18months+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282011935436679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SU153rcTqkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DWX_VnD0M28/s320/aniston+18months+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for Aniston she is adjusting great. She loves giving Avery kisses and hugs. She isn't mean to her at all. Our only problem is Annie keeps taking Averys bink. Annie was a little bit of a hand full the first week or so, but she has snapped back into her normal self now. Still a busy handful, but not as bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-6157730181706508139?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6157730181706508139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6157730181706508139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6157730181706508139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6157730181706508139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-we-are-missing-is-sleep.html' title='All we are missing is sleep....'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SU15W8XLF_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/YNOkLvS-BHo/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-3067755430867225990</id><published>2008-12-07T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:14:59.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She is here'/><title type='text'>She's Here......</title><content type='html'>She is here!!! We are proud to announce the arrival of our new baby girl, Avery Marie. She was  born on Tuesday December second at 5:34 p.m.  She weighed 5 pounds 13 ounces, and was 19 inches long. She is perfect and healthy and we both are doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-3067755430867225990?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3067755430867225990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=3067755430867225990' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3067755430867225990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3067755430867225990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here......'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-452632986270989552</id><published>2008-11-30T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:29:09.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still Pregnant'/><title type='text'>Still Pregnant.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STNYolskvGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s-G1LP6EjgA/s1600-h/thanksgiving+08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657042918063202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STNYolskvGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s-G1LP6EjgA/s400/thanksgiving+08+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For all who are wondering I'm still pregnant. Here is a picture to prove it. Notice I am wearing sweat pants. Not by choice, but because she is sitting so low nothing else is comfortable at this point. I swear she is going to just fall out. If nature doesn't kick in and take it's course by Tuesday they will start me. Thank you Lord for that! I can defiantly say that I am so over being pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-452632986270989552?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/452632986270989552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=452632986270989552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/452632986270989552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/452632986270989552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-pregnant.html' title='Still Pregnant.....'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STNYolskvGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s-G1LP6EjgA/s72-c/thanksgiving+08+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-7052675810117609903</id><published>2008-11-30T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:22:15.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STMXZfRUShI/AAAAAAAAAWo/XGJRR7SIpag/s1600-h/thanksgiving+08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274585315239283218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STMXZfRUShI/AAAAAAAAAWo/XGJRR7SIpag/s200/thanksgiving+08+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanksgiving was at my moms house this year. Even though we were short a few of our favorite Thanksgiving guest aka Jasons sister Nikki. She was unable to come this year due to her work and our niece Becca being sick. We missed her, and her help in the kitchen. Despite my mom missing her usual Thanksgiving kitchen sidekick my she did a fantastic job on the big Thanksgiving dinner. Every thing came out really, really good. I ate so much turkey i made my

self sick. I think Anistons favorite part of Thanksgiving dinner was

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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is just a cute picture of Aniston in her Thanksgiving outfit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STNXc6n8qgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CCp0a61vEcc/s1600-h/thanksgiving+08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274655742865746434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STNXc6n8qgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CCp0a61vEcc/s200/thanksgiving+08+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7052675810117609903?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7052675810117609903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7052675810117609903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7052675810117609903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7052675810117609903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/STMXZfRUShI/AAAAAAAAAWo/XGJRR7SIpag/s72-c/thanksgiving+08+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-4981540095165679780</id><published>2008-11-21T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:19:28.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors visit 11/21'/><title type='text'>Doctors Visit 11/21</title><content type='html'>One more doctors visit down, and it was nothing but good news.  Even though i was sure that it was just going to be a repeat experience of my last pregnancy.  With going in week after week being told nothing was happening; something was happening. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to almost a 2, and every thing is looking great.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baby's&lt;/span&gt; size and heart rate are good.  The doctor says everything looks right on track, I'm so excited.  It's so nice to know that things are on there way and it could be any day now.  My next appointment is December second.  If i don't go into labor before then, I will have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;option&lt;/span&gt; of him starting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-4981540095165679780?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4981540095165679780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=4981540095165679780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4981540095165679780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/4981540095165679780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/11/doctors-visit-1121.html' title='Doctors Visit 11/21'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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-9214184038870365337.post-7574660790870818033</id><published>2008-11-21T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:13:23.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting off to a early start'/><title type='text'>Getting of to an Early Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SSd4fRfGyDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NJosnb45ojs/s1600-h/christmas+early+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271314367525603378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SSd4fRfGyDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NJosnb45ojs/s200/christmas+early+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With having a new baby being just around the corner, and knowing how much time and energy it will take, I decided to drag out all the Christmas stuff and get one leg up on the holiday session.  I know it seems definitely early, but I want to just be able to sit back and relax once Avery gets here.  I don't want to be feeling the need to fuse over getting a Christmas tree up.  I know most women at this stage in the pregnancy are nesting and cleaning their house, me on the other hand decorate. I spent most of the past weekend decking the halls and trimming the tree so to speak. I feel so relieved just knowing for that for the most part my house is all ready for the holiday season.
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Along the way of this fun filled weekend of Christmas spirit wasn't just me getting into the mood. Here is a picture of Aniston in the cute Rudolph shirt that my Mom got for her.  Annie loves her new shirt, it lights up when she walks.  She thinks it is so cool.  &lt;/div&gt;

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Here is a picture of Annie dancing with her new favorite Christmas decoration/toy. It's a puppy that when you push it's paw, it's ears move up and down along with his head. He sings a merry Christmas song. Aniston thinks it's great and drags it all over the house moving along to his beat.








&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is one last picture of Annie playing with her Christmas train. She calls the snowman a Ghost.
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SSd-jTJu3-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/oj8-dZ0t744/s1600-h/christmas+early+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271321033762070498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SSd-jTJu3-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/oj8-dZ0t744/s200/christmas+early+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7574660790870818033?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7574660790870818033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7574660790870818033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7574660790870818033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7574660790870818033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-of-to-early-start.html' title='Getting of to an Early Start'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SSd4fRfGyDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NJosnb45ojs/s72-c/christmas+early+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-3885155638596119660</id><published>2008-11-14T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:47:08.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors visit 11/14'/><title type='text'>Doctors Visit 11/14</title><content type='html'>I had another doctors visit this morning. Everything still looks good.  Her and my weight are good. I'm still locked up tighter than a bank vault though. He says it doesn't look like she is coming out this week. I haven't started to thin or dilate. There is light at the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tunnel&lt;/span&gt; coming for me however, my doctor says if I don't go on my own by my appointment after Thanksgiving we will pick a date to start me. So at least I wont have to go way into December being pregnant. I'm very ready for her to be here. Not because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; physically miserable like I was with Annie, but because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt; to meet her. I have another appointment next Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-3885155638596119660?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3885155638596119660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=3885155638596119660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3885155638596119660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3885155638596119660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/11/doctors-visit-1114.html' title='Doctors Visit 11/14'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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-9214184038870365337.post-4612784626579632198</id><published>2008-11-10T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:36:22.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a whole lot to talk about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SRj4aY2J9zI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UQ4EjSkTZyw/s1600-h/halloween+party+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267232896439678770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SRj4aY2J9zI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UQ4EjSkTZyw/s200/halloween+party+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a pretty uneventful week for the most part.  We have just been busy tying up all the loose ends getting ready for the new baby.  Saturday we where able to go on what will probably  be our last date until we have Avery, we went to dinner with Trent and Megan. We decided to try this new BBQ place called Goodwood. It really did put the "Good" in Goodwood.  It was really good food and the service was pretty fast too.  Jason went on a guys night up to a cabin with his friend Jake Sunday night. He had a really great time.  Nothing like two men in the wild.  Well sort of... I guess they stayed in a really nice cabin with all the amenities.  Of course while the boys are away the girls will play.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; and I caught up on some last minute shopping for baby items, and then went to Yvonne and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeffs&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.  We really missed not coming home to Dad, but I guess it's good to have a night apart every now and then.  As far as everything else go's we are all doing great.  Annie has been so good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;, it's so nice. She is doing this new thing where she wants to be held.  So she  will come up with her arms out and say "Hold you, Hold you".  It is so so sweet. The pregnancy is going good. I'm feeling great, but so ready to be done.  Just tired of being uncomfortable.  My next appointment is this Friday.  I'm crossing my fingers it will be good news as far as me getting closer to labor.
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&lt;div&gt;Then it was home ward bound for a little pumpkin carving. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; is to little of course to carve her pumpkin. So I gave her some crayons to color a face on hers instead. It was all fun and games, until she took a bight out of one of the crayons. But at least she was able to experience making her own jack-o-lantern. &lt;/div&gt;

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Here is a picture of our pumpkin family. Left is the pumpkin I carved. Center is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anistons&lt;/span&gt; pumpkin, and right is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jasons&lt;/span&gt; masterpiece.



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Once everyone had their fill of Chili, and pumpkin cookies it was time for Dad to take Annie out, and around the neighborhood trick-or-treating. Annie had allot of fun. Even though she only made it through about eight or so houses, before she was bored. The best treat she got was from our next door neighbors. They had a goody bag for her with a pumpkin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup, juice, gold fish and little cookies. &lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;All in all Halloween was a good time this year for the Moss family. We gave out almost all of the candy we had to hand out. All of our local family was able to stop by and share a bowl of Chili with us. Hopefully the holidays to come will be just as much fun.
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&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/9214184038870365337-6276379553465464411?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6276379553465464411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6276379553465464411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6276379553465464411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6276379553465464411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-what-halloween.html' title='Oh what a Halloween'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SQy2Zzj1e3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/XsfRHOZnqck/s72-c/vehicle+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-7686429064952059034</id><published>2008-11-01T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:49:27.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors Visit 10/31</title><content type='html'>One more doctors visit down. Hopefully not to many to go. We had another prenatal check up yesterday. Dr. Woods says everything looks good. My uterus is all the way up and under my ribs now. Which means she is going most likely be pretty long. He says everything looks good and normal. I just need to work on taking it easy. I was sent to labor and delivery on Wednesday because I was having sever pain that wouldn't go away. It turned out to be round ligaments and dehydration. I feel better for the most part now, but from here on out they said i'm just not going to be comfortable. The doctor said the reason I'm having pain is because my babies are so close together my ligaments didn't have a chance to heal properly. This making it easy to pull them. Unfortunately with Aniston being as rambunctious as she is taking it easy is  a hard thing to do. I'll do my best though. My next visit is on the 14Th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7686429064952059034?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7686429064952059034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7686429064952059034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7686429064952059034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7686429064952059034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/11/doctors-visit-1031.html' title='Doctors Visit 10/31'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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-9214184038870365337.post-128987550281835039</id><published>2008-10-26T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:25:39.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Party'/><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SQT5JIFKvhI/AAAAAAAAATY/Jxg3N1pQRX4/s1600-h/halloween+party+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261604199858880018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SQT5JIFKvhI/AAAAAAAAATY/Jxg3N1pQRX4/s400/halloween+party+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Saturday night the grown ups got to dress up and go out and play. Jason and I went to Bart and Sarahs for a Halloween party. The picture above is of Jason and I before we left for the big night out. Jason went as Mavrick from Top Gun, and I went as a Scarecrow. I think this costume hid my eight month pregnant self pretty well.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SQT64PYTOeI/AAAAAAAAATg/QnenOA9JsXE/s1600-h/halloween+party+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261606108783655394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SQT64PYTOeI/AAAAAAAAATg/QnenOA9JsXE/s200/halloween+party+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



We went with our friends Mandy and Dave. It turned out to be easier for the girls to match,  and the boys to match. Right is a picture of Mandy and I. She went as Dorthy from the Wizard of Oz. Standing next to her all I could think was "If I only had a brain" lol.
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Here is a picture of Jason and his sidekick Dave aka "Goose" from Top Gun. What a pair they made.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPvxxCiN0-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/MBXA64PJpnM/s1600-h/pumkins+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259062814681453538" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPvxxCiN0-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/MBXA64PJpnM/s200/pumkins+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aniston picked this nice round one out. Here she is giving everything she has to pick it up herself. To bad it weighs as much as she does. We walked a way with getting two pumpkins and we can't wait to carve them next weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-2329778672403089441?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/2329778672403089441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=2329778672403089441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/2329778672403089441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/2329778672403089441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-full-of-pumkins.html' title='A Weekend Full of Pumkins'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPvrUr9mOzI/AAAAAAAAASo/z2HxdOgzZI8/s72-c/pumkins+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-2840424947492619241</id><published>2008-10-12T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:57:24.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ5W0qclmI/AAAAAAAAARw/u4CfR3JiX1c/s1600-h/first+snow+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256397148095551074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ5W0qclmI/AAAAAAAAARw/u4CfR3JiX1c/s320/first+snow+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we skipped fall and moved straight to winter. We woke up this morning to about four inches of snow on the ground, and it didn't stop coming down all day. I think we've ended up with about a foot foot and a half of snow. But all wasn't lost to the cold snow. Aniston got her first real chance ever, to play in the snow.

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The snow came up to Anistons upper thigh almost her waist. There was to much of it for her to even be able to walk around in it. She just stood there and said help!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiker our neighbor built a huge snow fort. Here is a cute picture of him and Aniston just hanging out inside of it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ7hkE-gsI/AAAAAAAAASI/sbBrrRVh1bU/s1600-h/first+snow+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256399531645240002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ7hkE-gsI/AAAAAAAAASI/sbBrrRVh1bU/s200/first+snow+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Here is Annie standing inside of the fort. We really where impressed with how high he got the walls.
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Mostly all Aniston wanted to do however, was eat the snow. Don't worry it was only white snow.








&lt;div align="right"&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/9214184038870365337-2840424947492619241?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/2840424947492619241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=2840424947492619241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/2840424947492619241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/2840424947492619241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ5W0qclmI/AAAAAAAAARw/u4CfR3JiX1c/s72-c/first+snow+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-1242665039484370412</id><published>2008-10-12T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:21:41.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thriller'/><title type='text'>Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ2qdgErmI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qhl67xdl79s/s1600-h/DSCN1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256394186940526178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ2qdgErmI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qhl67xdl79s/s400/DSCN1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Friday was girls night out! Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Megans&lt;/span&gt; Mom, Megan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; went to see the Dance Odyssey production of Thriller. First we went for a quick bite to eat at Cafe Rio, then off to the show we went. Megan had this picture taken in the lobby before we took our seats. They have all these zombie girls walking  around as you enter. Yes, they acted as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; as they look. The show was fun. What amazing dancers they all where. I really hope I can go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-1242665039484370412?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1242665039484370412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=1242665039484370412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/1242665039484370412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/1242665039484370412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/10/thriller.html' title='Thriller'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SPJ2qdgErmI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qhl67xdl79s/s72-c/DSCN1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-7891042859411324968</id><published>2008-10-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:30:31.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SObfYwKFu_I/AAAAAAAAARI/aDPrq4T8Tq4/s1600-h/peach+trees+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253131631711337458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SObfYwKFu_I/AAAAAAAAARI/aDPrq4T8Tq4/s200/peach+trees+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason bought some Peach trees for our back yard this week. Even though peach season has past for the year. We are excited to watch them bloom next year. Apparently if you plant two peach trees instead of one, each tree will produce twice the fruit. Something to do with each tree being able to help pollinate one another. Above is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; checking out the new addition to our yard. Below is a pic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; first spotting the trees. What a concerned look she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SObgQBo-Y2I/AAAAAAAAARY/4pgdNFGGQmc/s1600-h/peach+trees+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253132581297087330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SObgQBo-Y2I/AAAAAAAAARY/4pgdNFGGQmc/s200/peach+trees+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Cute fuzzy, purple jacket was brought back by Grandma Winni. All the way from San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fransisco&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Insits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on having it on all the time. Even just around the house.)
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SObiunLESDI/AAAAAAAAARg/McP9PWMte5s/s1600-h/peach+trees+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253135305791522866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SObiunLESDI/AAAAAAAAARg/McP9PWMte5s/s200/peach+trees+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this picture is just funny. She seems so watchful as if someone is going to try and take her bear.
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&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/9214184038870365337-7891042859411324968?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7891042859411324968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7891042859411324968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7891042859411324968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7891042859411324968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/10/peach-trees.html' title='Peach Trees'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SObfYwKFu_I/AAAAAAAAARI/aDPrq4T8Tq4/s72-c/peach+trees+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-6508171564801835192</id><published>2008-10-03T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:03:58.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors visit 8/03'/><title type='text'>Doctors Visit 8/03</title><content type='html'>We had our monthly trip to the ob today. Everything looks good. She is measuring a little big which is good. It means there is a chance he'll put my due date back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;! My next appointment is Halloween day. That's the lucky appointment where based on what my body is doing he will decided to move my date, and make me start coming every week. Or keep it the same and just come every two weeks tell something changes. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; my body was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; and stayed looked up tighter than a bank vault. Here is hoping all the walking and staying healthy helps out and that isn't the case this time. I really would like to have her at the end of November so we have a month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;be for&lt;/span&gt; Christmas. Not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it's Christmas and crazy without a new born, but just so we can have some energy to enjoy the holiday. But I know whats meant to happen will, and she'll get here when she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to. I know that doctor can move my date all around, but it's Avery that has the final say of when she is coming. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-6508171564801835192?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6508171564801835192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6508171564801835192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6508171564801835192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6508171564801835192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/10/doctors-visit-803.html' title='Doctors Visit 8/03'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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-9214184038870365337.post-6960569890202157487</id><published>2008-09-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:27:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniston and her Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SN_yARpNbTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KTH78t_WMM8/s1600-h/september2707+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251181777087458610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SN_yARpNbTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KTH78t_WMM8/s200/september2707+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since Anistons bear had his accident everyone seems to be buying her all sorts of new stuffed toys. Above is a picture of her from this weekend holding five of them including Bear. We have the purple hippo that Grammy gave her, and the Build a Bear that Kestin made for her.As well she is carrying the Monkey that I bought, and another bear that Grammy bought.

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Here is a picture of the cute birth certificate that Kestin made with the bear. She loves this bear Kestin Named it Sophie. It was so nice of him to think of her and go through all the effort to make it.




Aniston is so funny about her stuffed animals. She seems to be very attached to all of them in a different way. She is always trying to pack around as many as she possibly can.
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This picture is kind of off the subject of Annie and her animals, but I think it is so cute. Since everyone seems to have come down with the flue this weekend. We had to make our own fun at home. Aniston has been putting her glasses on and grabbing her purse and bear and saying bye bye. She must have cabin fever from being couped up with sick Mom and Dad. Sorry baby Girl.


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-6960569890202157487?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6960569890202157487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6960569890202157487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6960569890202157487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6960569890202157487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/09/aniston-and-her-animals.html' title='Aniston and her Animals'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SN_yARpNbTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KTH78t_WMM8/s72-c/september2707+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-8001177453640885568</id><published>2008-09-23T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:40:23.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The past month'/><title type='text'>The Past Month</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Yes, I know it's been a while since I have been able to update the blog. I'm so sorry things have just been more than crazy around here. So here is a quick update on whats been going on with us the last month. Grandma Judi came to visit the last week of August we really enjoyed her company. While she was here we experimented with putting Aniston in a toddler bed. We redid her whole room in the process of it all. Unfortunately, Aniston didn't take to it real well after the novelty of the whole thing wore off. I, being pregnant, needing sleep and Jason working to jobs needing sleep, decided to bag the idea. We sadly boxed up all the new bedding, decor and bed and packed it away. We decided we will try again in a few months when maybe she'll be more ready. So for now it's back in the crib. In other news the pregnancy is still going well. They haven't moved my due date anymore so that is nice. However I still think they are crazy in saying this baby will not be here tell December. As always Aniston continues to get smarter and smarter as each day passes. We have been working with her on watching Little Einsteins on TV. For those of you that have no idea what that is it's a educational cartoon geared towards toddlers. It's not that we want her to just sit infront of a TV all day. We just think it would be nice for her to have something to keep her busy for a half hour here in there. Where we aren't chasing her around, especially with the new baby coming.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SNkxqYAI5QI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-uiaA8dAvZc/s1600-h/august+-mid+september+07+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249281444744324354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SNkxqYAI5QI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-uiaA8dAvZc/s200/august+-mid+september+07+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Dad and Aniston as they watch Toons, as Aniston calls them. In other things about Annie as many of you already know, Bear had a accident. Long story short Aniston dropped him at the park and by the time we found him he was ran over by a big Lawn Mower. It was pretty bad. There was fluff every where and bear was in several pieces. It was a ruff few days but we where able to put him back together again. He's a little mangled looking but Aniston doesn't care. All that matters to her is she has her bear. As far as everything else goes we have just been keeping busy. Here a few photos we took of Aniston in the past month.



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Annie sipping out of her pretend pop can



&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SNk5zfITrqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fc2sJitvz7U/s1600-h/august+-mid+september+07+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249290397369478818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SNk5zfITrqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fc2sJitvz7U/s200/august+-mid+september+07+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aniston and her 1st piggy bank. Grandma Judi sent it.


&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SNk7JliGqiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/70xLs8Mq3yE/s1600-h/august+-mid+september+07+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249291876557040162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SNk7JliGqiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/70xLs8Mq3yE/s200/august+-mid+september+07+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trick or Treat!!! Aniston has got her Halloween outfit on. You should hear her say pumpkin it's so cute!


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-8001177453640885568?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/8001177453640885568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=8001177453640885568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/8001177453640885568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/8001177453640885568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-month.html' title='The Past Month'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SNkxqYAI5QI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-uiaA8dAvZc/s72-c/august+-mid+september+07+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-4981780314851257483</id><published>2008-08-15T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:38:45.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up to Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SKXZrPnyoVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wjJMYWiOwV4/s1600-h/l_e25f5a20091246aaa80b285e9ea91fe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234829478839099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SKXZrPnyoVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wjJMYWiOwV4/s200/l_e25f5a20091246aaa80b285e9ea91fe6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SKXZfeB1nOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EIjcZSY8ZNk/s1600-h/bc474a8b77ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234829276548013282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SKXZfeB1nOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EIjcZSY8ZNk/s200/bc474a8b77ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so I know that this is probably my hormones getting the better of me, but Aniston has grown up way to fast. It seems like just yesterday we brought her home. Now she is grabbing my hand to lead me over to her favorite baby doll. So she can show me how well she feeds it with her imaginary bottle. That is really a travel size hair soap. She is so much smarter than I ever though she'd be. Not that i thought she'd be dumb, by any means. Just every day she does something that amazes me. From the small things like mimicking the words I'm saying as I talk to her dad. From crawling to walking then running, and all the other big milestones. It brings me to tears to think of how amazing it is that this baby I brought home 16 months ago is now a little person. I just feel like it's going by way to fast. So fast in fact I don't think I can possibly take as much of it in as I would have liked. Its unreal how amazing being a mom has been. I wish there was a way to freeze time, even if it was just for a minute. Because I swear the next time I blink and stop and think about it, she'll be all grown up. What scares me even more is know that we are adding another little person to this world. And with how fast it already moves how am I to in joy her as much as the first one. How will my heart handle having one more person to watch grow up, and do it faster than I can think about it? I guess time will only tell. All i have to say now is i thank God for the day they where both created. Even if it was a accident. Best accident that ever happened. I love you Aniston, and Avery too even if your not here yet. &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOYS&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;1. My Family
2. Dance
3. Shopping



&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FEARS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. Waking up to find that some one I love has passed away in their sleep
2. Something bad going wrong with my pregnancy or the delivery
3. Something bad happening to Aniston




&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOALS &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;1. Be a great wife and mother
2. Be a little more patient
3. Finding something new to get involved with group, club etc.



&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENT OBSESSIONS/COLLECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. Blogging
2. Taking pictures
3. Decorating (right now decorating for Halloween, yes i know it's a little early.)



&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACTS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
1. I am 23 weeks pregnant
2. I've been married almost 2 years
3. We have a pet cat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-6092454661046606065?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6092454661046606065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6092454661046606065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6092454661046606065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6092454661046606065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-were-it.html' title='Tag We&apos;re It!!'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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-9214184038870365337.post-3207831446750221743</id><published>2008-08-12T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:57:05.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ears Pierced'/><title type='text'>Ears Pierced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SKIFa5ViPmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9Ue2bkfe8Wc/s1600-h/EARS+PIERCED+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233751676583820898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SKIFa5ViPmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9Ue2bkfe8Wc/s320/EARS+PIERCED+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad took Aniston to get her ears pierced this weekend. Aniston was so tuff. She screamed a little bit while they we're putting the actual hole in her ear. But was ok after a minute. Because the whole thing was Dads idea he got to be the bad guy. He got to be the one to hold her down. I got to be the one that made it better and gave her suckers.
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I took her to my work the Syracuse Dance Academy.




We couldn't wait to try out her first Me and Tot class. We started with getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her first dance outfit. She picked out the one she is wearing all by herself. I wanted a hot pink one for her, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't agree. She went up to this cute purple one with white lace and pulled it of the hanger. She held it up to her tiny body and in the cutest little voice said "peas, peas". Which in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speak means "please". With that we got her changed and we were off to her first class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had so much fun. She danced with maraca's, and shook
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJyQuD-VuCI/AAAAAAAAANk/B4Ytl284YeU/s1600-h/ist+dance+class+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232215988112832546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJyQuD-VuCI/AAAAAAAAANk/B4Ytl284YeU/s200/ist+dance+class+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After some fun in the dance room we moved to the tumbling room. The teacher set up an obstacle course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did really well keeping up with the other girls. Her favorite part however was the tunnel.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJyRj4KYbHI/AAAAAAAAANs/wZJ6YlUpzzU/s1600-h/ist+dance+class+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232216912655051890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJyRj4KYbHI/AAAAAAAAANs/wZJ6YlUpzzU/s200/ist+dance+class+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In fact she liked it a little too much.
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Here is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; playing with another girl on the summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;salute&lt;/span&gt; wedge.


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&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/9214184038870365337-5505524910202356455?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/5505524910202356455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=5505524910202356455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/5505524910202356455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/5505524910202356455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/08/anistons-first-dance-class.html' title='Anistons First Dance Class'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJyMR0KN3kI/AAAAAAAAANM/8fZrnhy7zTk/s72-c/ist+dance+class+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-3005845523336833993</id><published>2008-08-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:15:17.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Hair Cut'/><title type='text'>First Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJsPdYT2WBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_nOn-WVj_8c/s1600-h/hair+cut+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792389537290258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJsPdYT2WBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_nOn-WVj_8c/s400/hair+cut+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aniston had her first hair cut yesterday. Even though she doesn't have much hair to start with, it was defiantly time for a trim. We had Jera cut it. She is a long time good friend, and awesome hair stylist. Annie was so good. She just sat perfectly still and sucked on her sucker. Before we knew it the deed was done. Yahoo we survived with no tears and all smiles.
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&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/9214184038870365337-3005845523336833993?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3005845523336833993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=3005845523336833993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3005845523336833993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/3005845523336833993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-hair-cut.html' title='First Hair Cut'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJsPdYT2WBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_nOn-WVj_8c/s72-c/hair+cut+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-6280064272560813544</id><published>2008-08-03T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:00:42.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire Works'/><title type='text'>Fire Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJXIWc43UuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/heatn0rkmrM/s1600-h/fire+works+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230306830298075874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SJXIWc43UuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/heatn0rkmrM/s320/fire+works+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fire works party in our driveway last night. To watch the Roy Days fire works display. We all shared the fun with our closest friends and family. The kids had a blast eating ice cream and chasing each other around. As for the adults we had a good time getting to know a few new faces and just relaxing.



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Trent and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; had a chance to bond.

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SIY8sks7BgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pq3BsYCBPGk/s1600-h/Rental+pics+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225931154074043906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SIY8sks7BgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pq3BsYCBPGk/s320/Rental+pics+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These boots where made for walking. Aniston has this recent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obsession with Mom and Dads shoes. Anytime she catches a pair just sitting around, she just slips them on. The best part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about it is she can actually walk with them on. Well at least &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a few steps that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-6207994163097416016?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6207994163097416016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6207994163097416016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6207994163097416016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6207994163097416016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-boots.html' title='These Boots.....'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SIY95leIkMI/AAAAAAAAALA/7cXdrGs0eaQ/s72-c/Rental+pics+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-6899255478650421697</id><published>2008-07-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:00:44.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hose Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun with the Hose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SINkjC7gHpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Au3CIysp9Uo/s1600-h/hose+fun+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225130545924546194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SINkjC7gHpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Au3CIysp9Uo/s200/hose+fun+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a weekend of just catching up on chores around and outside of the house.
Aniston had a blast helping in the yard.She helped pull weeds and water flowers. She thinks she is so big. Most of all she loved messing aroung with the hose. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&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/9214184038870365337-6899255478650421697?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6899255478650421697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=6899255478650421697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6899255478650421697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/6899255478650421697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-with-hose.html' title='Fun with the Hose'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SINkjC7gHpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Au3CIysp9Uo/s72-c/hose+fun+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-365362862672894133</id><published>2008-07-17T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:00:45.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family BBQ'/><title type='text'>Family BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SH9bNkkwhDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eiZf_ydSL98/s1600-h/sunday+picnic+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223994381487342642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SH9bNkkwhDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eiZf_ydSL98/s200/sunday+picnic+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a family reunion/BBQ on Sunday with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naylin&lt;/span&gt; side of the family. It was nothing big, because my family is so small. Still it was nothing short of a good time especially for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;got to&lt;/span&gt; play with a few cousins.

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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223992420450219090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SH9ZbbJEtFI/AAAAAAAAAII/XL6FiokdtBo/s200/sunday+picnic+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; her cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cooler&lt;/span&gt; diving for ice. They did this almost the whole picnic.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeat2YKfGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UbkNsBoIrfM/s1600-h/ULTRA+SOUND+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221812405441035362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeat2YKfGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UbkNsBoIrfM/s400/ULTRA+SOUND+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7818937286926250908?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7818937286926250908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7818937286926250908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7818937286926250908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7818937286926250908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s A Girl'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeat2YKfGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UbkNsBoIrfM/s72-c/ULTRA+SOUND+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-7281589213850516012</id><published>2008-07-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:00:47.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>4th of July @ Bear Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeVPI6aysI/AAAAAAAAAFw/muje0DjVkM0/s1600-h/pbfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221806380282464962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeVPI6aysI/AAAAAAAAAFw/muje0DjVkM0/s200/pbfam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camping up at Bear Lake sure was an adventure for the Moss family. We camped on &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeW-zqFYBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aPhW4C4PnLI/s1600-h/dad+an+annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221808298722156562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeW-zqFYBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aPhW4C4PnLI/s200/dad+an+annie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Idaho side.  At Bear Lake Hot Springs. It was one packed camp ground. I've never seen so many people. The camp ground was right on the beach, so it was worth it. We went for three days and two nights, Friday through Sunday. We got to our spot Friday afternoon. Then we headed straight to the beach.... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHPFBNv5LVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2DYja9qtAAs/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220733017713618258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHPFBNv5LVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2DYja9qtAAs/s200/tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


Here is the fam hanging out on the blow up island. Annie trying to work the squirt toy to get dad in the face.





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Now here is a ego boost! Jason pulling a stuck truck, with a trailer attached out of the sand.  Don't worry it came out on the first try.


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Here is dad and Annie getting ready for a four wheeler ride.


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Annie ridding her four wheeler. Go Aniston Go!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-7281589213850516012?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7281589213850516012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=7281589213850516012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7281589213850516012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/7281589213850516012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-up-at-bear-lake-sure-was.html' title='4th of July @ Bear Lake'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SHeVPI6aysI/AAAAAAAAAFw/muje0DjVkM0/s72-c/pbfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214184038870365337.post-3334721439637908153</id><published>2008-07-01T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:00:47.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend at the pool'/><title type='text'>A Weekend @ The Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SGruQ9zfXeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1wMWOTx7s-o/s1600-h/jun+08+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218245093497986530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SGruQ9zfXeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1wMWOTx7s-o/s200/jun+08+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it was a weekend spent pool side by the Moss family. Saturday after a hot morning being involved in the Syracuse Days Parade it was time to cool off. So we took Annie to the Roy Aquatic Center for her first time. Once again at first Aniston wasn't so sure what she thought about the playing in cold water thing, but in the end she had a blast. It was so much fun in fact we decided to go on Sunday again with our Neighbors Trent and Megan and the kids. We had a so much fun.Annie especially loved the baby pool. Most of all she liked those little things in the ground that shoot up water. She would run over and put her mouth over the hole and wait for it to shoot up into her face. She would then bust up laughing. I wish I had a picture of it. :( Aniston also loved the little baby slide. It looked like a frogs mouth, and the kids would slide down it's tounge. However she didn't really understand why she needed to wait in line like all the other kids. She would try to push her way to the front, then cry and stomp her feet when we pulled her back. We all had a good time. It was nice to get some sun, and hang out with friends. It really wore some of us out though....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SGrvkRdwmlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nu0j4F_O2Jg/s1600-h/jun+08+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218246524704692818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SGrvkRdwmlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nu0j4F_O2Jg/s200/jun+08+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBxFjx33_LU/SGqCrnKqr4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ftc19oA_YVA/s1600-h/jun+08+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to Lagoon this weekend for the first time as a family. Even though Annie was still to small to go on any rides, it was a really good time. It was Jasons work Lagoon day, and family picnic. We started off with going to Lagoona Beach. Aniston didn't really know what to do with herself. She wasn't so sure about the whole playing in the cold water thing. However she did like to watch everyone else play in the water. We then headed over to the picnic part of the day. Annie slept through almost the whole thing. It was fun and nice to get to know the other family's of Discount Tier. We only road one ride while there. The only ride we all could go on, the train. Aniston loved the train, and all the animals. I think she felt like a big girl being able to go on a ride. We left the park shortly after exiting the train. It was a fun day, and we are looking forward to next year when Aniston will hopefully be able to ride a few of the baby rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214184038870365337-5056760684395269668?l=kensjaymoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/feeds/5056760684395269668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214184038870365337&amp;postID=5056760684395269668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/5056760684395269668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214184038870365337/posts/default/5056760684395269668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kensjaymoss.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-went-lagoon-this-weekend-for-first.html' title='Lagoon Day'/><author><name>The Moss Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10036731323989671009</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></feed>
