<?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-2590901681896136257</id><updated>2011-10-21T12:24:04.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moultrie Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-4745213102080656636</id><published>2011-01-02T09:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:22:03.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's Arrival and Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I haven't blogged in over six months.. I'm a slacker.. I admit it. With that being said, Here's the update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryson arrived on December 19th! 7 lbs 6 oz 19 in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took his new born pictures when he was a week old... He never looked "alien" like all squished up... he's such a handsome baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611426719252354162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPw1oTKzXyg/Td_K3twsFHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qnFPAzKz_TQ/s320/my%2Bboy.jpg" /&gt; At Bryson's 2 wk check up he had gained 2 lbs and 2.5 inches and has been on this growth curve ever since! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryson was blessed on Feb. 6th. I took these pics on his blessing day before church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611429588147879874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjTCu_fUXqo/Td_NetOrv8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0jc3sZtadnI/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611430409071600946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-W6Tf5MqhI/Td_OOfaJpTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uyYHTAhcUJA/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had family come into town for the blessing. Bryson was blessed by his daddy of course and it was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-4745213102080656636?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/4745213102080656636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2011/01/brysons-arrival-and-blessing-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/4745213102080656636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/4745213102080656636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2011/01/brysons-arrival-and-blessing-day.html' title='Bryson&apos;s Arrival and Blessing Day'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/-XPw1oTKzXyg/Td_K3twsFHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qnFPAzKz_TQ/s72-c/my%2Bboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-3392942484760569128</id><published>2010-08-18T14:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:02:11.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Our ultrasound went well today. Our little man is 1.5 lbs and is very healthy. A couple pictures I got today. I love the 3-D one. He looks just like his sister and daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506857321031476850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/TGxJjpDXJnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8DpQ0UyOLuQ/s320/baby+boy+3d+final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506857441451785762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/TGxJqppzPiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/I6L6hNZW0tc/s320/baby+boy+profile+final.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The video is still to come. I just can't get over his cute chubby cheeks and little button nose like his sister. My kids are too cute for words! Then again, every parent thinks that :)&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/2590901681896136257-3392942484760569128?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/3392942484760569128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-little-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/3392942484760569128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/3392942484760569128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-little-man.html' title='Our Little Man!'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/TGxJjpDXJnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8DpQ0UyOLuQ/s72-c/baby+boy+3d+final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-191080365522355364</id><published>2010-08-17T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:52:13.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the news of a new baby coming, I'm in a panic. We have been looking for a home to buy for the past 2 months and still nothing. We got so close last night. We saw a house we fell in love with and immediately wanted to put the offer in. Right before we started the process our agent gets the news that a offer put in over the weekend was just accepted. What a bummer! I wanted to cry... ok, i did cry, but only because I'm super pregnant and super emotional and when your name is Tambra... you cry all the time when you're pregnant.. it's just a fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so frustrated though. I know that when the right time comes and the right house comes, we'll get it. It's just so hard to get ready for a new baby when you don't have the space for him. I'm trying not to stress, I'm trying not to think about it, but come on.. seriously?? How can I NOT? grrrrrrr... is the only word that fits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a happier note.. Makayla had her 15 month checkup today. She is 17.5 lbs and 29 inches tall. She's on the same growth curve she has been on since birth and the doctor says just keep letting her eat and eat and eat. The great part?? Mentally, she is over-developed meaning that the doctor says that with the things she says, understands, and does, she appears to be a lot smarter than other kids her age. Go Kayla!! woot woot!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have an ultrasound for our little man tomorrow and get a video which I will post when I get it. I can't wait until this boy is out of me and in my arms instead. What an amazing day that will be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-191080365522355364?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/191080365522355364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/08/house-hunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/191080365522355364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/191080365522355364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/08/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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-2590901681896136257.post-8053158951495397432</id><published>2010-08-13T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:31:48.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addition to the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four weeks ago, we found out we are expecting a little boy on December 26th! Due to my "passion" about the christmas holiday, my doctor agreed to the baby coming a couple weeks early. We couldn't be more thrilled with the news although the day of his expected arrival threw me for a... let's just say I was "less than thrilled". Christmas should be spent singing christmas songs at the top of your lungs in the car, shower, or wherever you may be. It's about fighting crowds in every store you go into trying to find that "perfect" gift for those that you love. Eating pumpkin pie... or in my family's case, every kind of pie on earth, til you're sick. It's about sitting in your living room after everyone is asleep and just staring at the tree, all lit up, thinking about how blessed you are for the people you have in your life. For your family.. eventhough they might bug you sometimes. For your friends, eventhough some of them act like they don't care. For your kids, eventhough they make you want to pull your hair out some days and then make you wonder how you lived this long without them. Christmas should be about thinking about the savior and what he did for ALL of us. Thinking of all those people out there who don't have a tree, a gift, or a loved one and doing everything you can to help, not because you have to, but because you care. Christmas is about waking up early to that same tree you have stared at all those nights before, and in your pajamas, opening that gift with your family and being thankful they're yours. Christmas is about phone calls to those out of state, or getting a phone call from a missionary in a foreign country who couldn't be with you because they're devoting their heart and time to the lord so others can spend eternity with their families. Christmas is about snow falling children laughing and playing in it while you sip on your hot coco or apple cider. It's about carving a turkey and eating turkey sandwiches for the next 3 days. I love the sounds, smells, and even the chaos that comes with christmas... So, needless to say, I refused to spend it in the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little man's personality is already different than our little girl. When I was pregnant with Makayla she would kick, move, turn, etc as much as possible to the point that if she was still for more than 30 minutes, I would worry... is she ok? is she breathing? What's wrong with her? Our little boy is much different. I find myself wondering how he can be so content with just "laying around" all day. haha. If and when he moves, it becomes an exciting time for me. His idea of moving is much different than Makayla. He rolls, turns, stretches and has slight movements... not like the sudden thrusts and punches Makayla shared with me. Makayla is definitely like her mommy when it comes to her personality. She's sweet as can be, but don't make her mad. She's stubborn. She's loud, outgoing, and has a ton of energy, but when she's tired, back off and let her sleep. She's fiesty, but passionate... Our little man on the way.. laid back, easy going, mild.. Just like chad. I can't wait to explore his other personality traits as he arrives and grows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makayla is going to be an amazing big sister. We tell her to give her brother a love and she puts her head on my tummy and smiles. He couldn't ask for a big sister to love him more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been worried about the jealousy factor coming into play when he arrives. The last thing I want is for my princess to feel like she comes second or that she isn't as important. I know I need to remember to have my special play time with only her but wonder how I am going to manage and balance it all. I guess when it comes down to it, I know I love my kids, and I'll do ANYTHING, within reason of course, to make them happy and I'll always make sure they have everything they need. Only time will tell I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-8053158951495397432?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/8053158951495397432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-addition-to-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/8053158951495397432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/8053158951495397432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-addition-to-family.html' title='A new addition to the family'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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-2590901681896136257.post-7643731630627706515</id><published>2010-04-07T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:14:18.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pain and Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to vent. I want to let it all out. I am so hurt by someone who I thought loved me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the past 11 months, since Makayla has been born a specific person has continually made comments to me about my parenting. Things like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"she's cold"- ALL THE TIME. no matter how makayla is dressed.. she's cold! Then on saturday.. the comment, "So JUST because YOU'RE not cold it means SHE'S not cold?" She had a jacket on and we walked from the car to the front door! My response to that... "As her mother I made the decision and I'm ok with that decision". This is the first time I have responded her her nasty statements. She did apologize and admit that it was NONE of her business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"no mush?" Questioning constantly why I am not giving her oatmeal every time I feed her. Um... hello! She needs to eat other stuff too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't make her stand up. She doesn't want to. YOU are going to make her bow-legged!". Um, my daughter has wanted to stand up since she was 4 months old. I asked her doctor about it at her 6 month check up and he wants her to strengthen her legs. This comment was made every time I saw her for MONTHS. I would never FORCE her to do something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Her head is lop sided. You need to put her on her back more".. Do you not understand that my daughter has acid reflex?? that the last time she was on her back she choked and wasn't breathing?! Do you realize that babies NEED tummy time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Telling my daughter in front of me.. "you're SO spoiled". She's LOVED lady.. get over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we moved, this person was helping. We put the baby to bed and she started to fuss a little as most babies do when they are transitioning into their own "living space". my husband and I both told this person, don't go in there and get her, let her be".. what did she do??? She ignored what we said and went in there and picked her up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had enough after saturday's comment and these things needed to be addressed. They arne't mentioned once, not twice, but OVER and OVER again. I got sick of it and I felt that it was only fair to let her know how these comments were effecting me, Afterall, she says she loves me, she will care about my feelings right? .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday night I sat down for a talk  with her. I calmly explained that i feel boundries are being crossed and expressed the issues I had and why I feel that I am sensitive to the constant commenting and in my eyes, criticism. What did she do? She YELLED at me, pointed her finger, ignored my feelings, and infact, didn't even consider them.. and then proceeded to go on and make it about HER feelings.. you know, because SHE is the victim in all of this right?? She went on to tell me that I took my daughter out of her carseat, held her up in the wind, for a LONG time (complete abuse and neglect.. and a LIE) just to spite her.... when what really happened is I took her out of the car seat, lifted her up, smiled and brought her down to my face to kiss her, then put her in her stroller. She is nearly 15 lbs.. holding her up for a long time??? Oh.. MY... gosh  She then goes on to tell me that I didn't even have my daughter's jacket zipped when we came in the house.. ANOTHER LIE. I had to unzip the jacket to show her the shirt that she had on. It said, I'll always be daddy's little girl.. I thought she would think it was cute. If it was already unzipped, how could I unzip it to show her that?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt that my feelings weren't only unvalidated, they were dismissed and she did everything in her power to make me feel like crap.. well, she succeeded.  I felt so verbally and emotionally attacked that I actually had to walk out of the house in order to feel that I was protecting myself from more emotional pain. One more thing to look at... this particular person never got along with her own mother, or her mother in law, or her daughters.. hmmmm.. take a look in the mirror maybe?? What is the common denominator? I have been so blind. I have been treated so badly. All that I wanted, was for her to understand how the comments make me feel, tell me she is so sorry for that, she won't do it anymore, and that she will make it better.. but no, the first thing I got was yelling and accusations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-7643731630627706515?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/7643731630627706515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-pain-and-frustration.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/7643731630627706515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/7643731630627706515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-pain-and-frustration.html' title='My Pain and Frustration'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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-2590901681896136257.post-5126783370826565666</id><published>2010-02-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:45:22.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Personality.. Small girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4P_NAlvoDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hbkEJsrag18/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473373755383858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4P_NAlvoDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hbkEJsrag18/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 9 month old princess is growing so fast! She had her nine month check up last monday and she is still under the 1 percentile for weight and 24th for height. Because she hasn't degressed, the doctor isn't worried. He just said that she will probably just be petite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a full crawler! Moving everywhere and is almost walking at this point. She stands up all on her own and walks with help. She is so determined to move!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484220519142258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4QJEX7v03I/AAAAAAAAAG0/KDmAw59rkUA/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is still wearing 3-6 month clothes, and some 6 months. Just out of curiosity, the other day, I put a 6-9 month pair of pants on her.. needless to say, they fell right off of her which frankly, she enjoyed! Any excuse to crawl around without the pants on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484357921225634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4QJMXy9O6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/VWHnZz9JwvA/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hates being clothed.. with a passion. She can't stand her face being touched around her nose and mouth (just like mommy). She hates the vaccuum, her toy basket, going to bed, and not being with mommy right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her loves?? Mommy.. it's all about mommy right now and honestly, I'm not going to complain much. Mommy has to put her to bed, mommy has to be in the room, mommy isn't allowed to do anything without Makayla being there, but that's ok with me. I wrote this for her about a month ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441483497389657682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4QIaSEPjlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/olAN0q2ZLm8/s320/IMG_0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will She? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I lie awake wondering, "Am I a good mother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think of my worries, and wonders and druthers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Does she love me as much as I love her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Does she think I am loving and know this for sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wake up each morning asking, "Will I succeed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can I give her all things for which she has need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As she tries to start walking will she want me to help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or will she dismiss me and do it herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm cleaning the house and dwell on the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will I be what she needs to teach and to nurture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On her first day of school will she hold my hand tightly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or will she run to her class smiling back at me brightly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I start to cook dinner and my mind wanders father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Overcoming my weaknesses gets harder and harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When she finds her first love will she still want my kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or will she keep to herself her desires and wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's time once again to put her to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And then the thought comes, "She's not YOURS to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She'll one day find love and then she will marry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our memories are treasures I forever will carry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I realize so slowly as time passes me by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My future's ahead whether I laugh or I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have just one wish for my future on earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That my daughter will need me and love me from birth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-5126783370826565666?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/5126783370826565666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-9-month-old-princess-is-growing-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/5126783370826565666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/5126783370826565666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-9-month-old-princess-is-growing-so.html' title='Big Personality.. Small girl'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4P_NAlvoDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hbkEJsrag18/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-4904909634324820756</id><published>2009-12-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:12:57.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SzuCX2K4W4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/xfWnlyu_vmI/s1600-h/kayla1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421069922660277122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SzuCX2K4W4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/xfWnlyu_vmI/s320/kayla1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little Makayla Rae is growing so fast. She is now 7 1/2 months old and is sitting very well on her own and trying to move while on her hands and knees but still no progress. She's such a big girl in so many ways and gets so excited and proud of herself when she learns something new. She laughs constantly, almost as if she thinks that everything she sees is funny. If I could describe her in one word it would be love. She loves EVERYONE. She smiles, and lights up a room when she's there. Our little angel I know is straight from Heaven and we thank our heavenly father for her daily. She has taught me so much in the time that she has been on this earth than I have learned in my lifetime. I have learned more about patience in the past 7 months then I thought was possible. She has so much patience with me as a mother. The way she looks into my eyes melts me every time. I couldn't live without the love of my little girl. She is innocent, pure, and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441486202311142226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4QK3urx61I/AAAAAAAAAHE/tBhJLTbzlQA/s320/babys+first.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first christmas with Kayla this year and eventhough she had more fun trying to eat the wrapping paper, it was the best time watching her try and figure it out. She got some great developmental toys and some clothes from Grandma and Grandpa Moultrie that she looks so beautiful in! Then again, I think she looks beautiful in anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441486485234334274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4QLIMp7OkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f26u58tenM0/s320/close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441486986298459746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4QLlXQ7BmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j7H74EAjr3k/s320/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She loves her laptop, eventhough she still wants to play with daddy's! Funny Girl! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441487583911482722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/S4QMIJi-FWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0LPVrUBmXfM/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2590901681896136257-4904909634324820756?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/4904909634324820756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-little-makayla-rae-is-growing-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/4904909634324820756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/4904909634324820756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-little-makayla-rae-is-growing-so.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SzuCX2K4W4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/xfWnlyu_vmI/s72-c/kayla1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-1729247866278652612</id><published>2009-12-09T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:27:14.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Makayla is growing so fast. I can't believe that she is almost 7 months old. I have found myself being so full of thanks over the past few weeks for our wonderful daughter. I love her more than life. I can't imagine what life would be without her, my life would be over. Due to the situation I find someone else is in, I have prayed so much and thanked my heavenly father for the health of our child. For the past 2 weeks I have cried every day for the hurt of someone else and what they must be going through. I can't imagine what it would be like to not be able to change those smelly diapers, or watch her try and crawl like she is doing now. I love her laugh, her smile, her tiny little hands and feet, and yes, I even kiss her all over. She is so perfect. I hurt so bad for this family. I want to make it better, but I can't. I want to work a miracle, but can't. The lords will I'm sure will be done, but finding strength to accept it, will take a miracle in itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-1729247866278652612?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/1729247866278652612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/12/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/1729247866278652612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/1729247866278652612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/12/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-2041042060329226546</id><published>2009-10-08T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:50:42.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our angel Makayla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little angel was born 2 1/2 weeks early at 5 lbs 12 oz. She is now wearing 0-3 month clothes and is nearly 5 months old. She has fed herself twice now and is VERY eager to move all by herself! She tries to sit up but can't but just for a few seconds on her own. When she got her baby blessing, given by daddy of course, she wasn't in the happiest mood that day so I did a photo shoot with her on Tuesday this week and here are the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;results of the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4WVluGNKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aJV6Nj2w-nw/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270364167582882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4WVluGNKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aJV6Nj2w-nw/s320/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4XKxLkuNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fn1B0Pzo3-c/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390271277777074386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4XKxLkuNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fn1B0Pzo3-c/s320/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4X0tsQfYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_QLJ4MsT8JI/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390271998394924418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4X0tsQfYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_QLJ4MsT8JI/s320/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4XgrP9QLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ovFmt5_v1DM/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390271654141968562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4XgrP9QLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ovFmt5_v1DM/s320/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4Wlg5mSVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qJZ84kuAo6U/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270637751552338" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4Wlg5mSVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qJZ84kuAo6U/s320/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4V5P0H92I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nZf16HzHzoA/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390269877250946914" style="FLOAT: left; 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Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/Ss4WVluGNKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aJV6Nj2w-nw/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-7483984758826934939</id><published>2009-04-28T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:14:53.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Makayla Rae</title><content type='html'>About a week after coming home from Hawaii I started having some unusual symptoms that I had never had before. After some thought, we decided to take a pregnancy test and it was negative so we went on with our daily lives... well, after about 2 more weeks we took another one and got the news! Married for one month and we're expecting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 4 months were no walk in the park for either one of us. As I was extremely sick, poor Chad went from having an upbeat, energetic wife, to being married to someone who can't keep anything down and sleeps all the time. He was nothing but supportive. Taking me into the emergency room and helping me with anything I couldn't do for myself (which was pretty much everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 30th, I lost my grandpa, who I have been very close to my whole life. Three weeks before he died, I went to the home where my grandpa was being cared for and told him the news. A smirk went accross his face and I then asked him, "Grandpa, is it a boy or a girl?" Keep in mind that I was only 6 weeks pregnant and even a doctor wouldn't be able to tell us this for atleast 12 weeks. He then told me without hesitation that we were having a girl and on January 16th, the doctor confirmed just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdjSIs_zBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lvrn2aTgFZw/s1600-h/20+wk.+ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329837847241280530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdjSIs_zBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lvrn2aTgFZw/s320/20+wk.+ultrasound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to name our little angel Makayla Rae. We just love the name Makayla and Rae comes from her grandma Moultrie who we love very much and has been a huge support for not only my husband growing up but for me as well during the time I have had the pleasure of knowing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla loves her daddy! Her movements and reactions when he talks to her are priceless and I know she's just going to have him wrapped around her little finger. (As if she doesn't already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl is due on May 31st and has been very eager the past couple weeks to meet her family. As of right now, we are doing our best to prevent going into labor for just two more weeks. We're very excited to have our little angel in our arms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-7483984758826934939?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/7483984758826934939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-little-makayla-rae.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/7483984758826934939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/7483984758826934939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-little-makayla-rae.html' title='Our Little Makayla Rae'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdjSIs_zBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lvrn2aTgFZw/s72-c/20+wk.+ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-522937079592463756</id><published>2009-04-28T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:54:03.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>The day after we got married, we woke up at 6 am to be in a flight to Waikiki! (Thank you dad for sending us here as your wedding gift!) It was so beautiful, we didn't want to come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQiTKT_mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SE7WAbwA-HU/s1600-h/hawaii3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817234205572706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQiTKT_mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SE7WAbwA-HU/s320/hawaii3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQiLkTyMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s2RqB8uSQ5E/s1600-h/hawaii5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817232167127234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQiLkTyMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s2RqB8uSQ5E/s320/hawaii5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQiH0N-jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/F3Mo9X4lwR0/s1600-h/hawaii4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817231160113714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQiH0N-jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/F3Mo9X4lwR0/s320/hawaii4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQh4-vZgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fvsYOhRgCWs/s1600-h/hawaii2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817227177715202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQh4-vZgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fvsYOhRgCWs/s320/hawaii2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQhpobTsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YvtZjR4Yov4/s1600-h/hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817223057592002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQhpobTsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YvtZjR4Yov4/s320/hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/2590901681896136257-522937079592463756?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/522937079592463756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/honeymoon-in-hawaii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/522937079592463756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/522937079592463756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/honeymoon-in-hawaii.html' title='Honeymoon in Hawaii'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdQiTKT_mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SE7WAbwA-HU/s72-c/hawaii3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-5050387981616084428</id><published>2009-04-28T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:33:49.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our Wedding was beautiful! We got married on August 23rd, 2008 and haven't looked back. Our families came to Seattle for the wedding where we were living at the time. My grandfather, who had been diagnosed with dimentia for some time was able to see us get married in the temple two months before he left this life and I will always be thankful for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKv8Pj6jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sWh5SsFw6FE/s1600-h/our+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329810871501974066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKv8Pj6jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sWh5SsFw6FE/s320/our+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdLl47k2yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cGcBG0YV_hg/s1600-h/our+rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329811798325779234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdLl47k2yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cGcBG0YV_hg/s320/our+rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKpP7O8RI/AAAAAAAAADc/1ZY_JG6aAI0/s320/dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKcSe5McI/AAAAAAAAADU/U4lXLIpkR2E/s1600-h/finially+leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329810533874479554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKcSe5McI/AAAAAAAAADU/U4lXLIpkR2E/s320/finially+leaving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKcF9iIPI/AAAAAAAAADM/czD_BzU5ZwA/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329810530513330418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKcF9iIPI/AAAAAAAAADM/czD_BzU5ZwA/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKcIyCCBI/AAAAAAAAADE/ry5JaqyNXvA/s1600-h/meandgrandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329810531270395922" style="FLOAT: left; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKb-6kRMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WArjF_ZG9lc/s320/theguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-5050387981616084428?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/5050387981616084428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/5050387981616084428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/5050387981616084428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-wedding.html' title='Our Wedding'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdKv8Pj6jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sWh5SsFw6FE/s72-c/our+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590901681896136257.post-119470541862184543</id><published>2009-04-28T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:18:39.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chad proposed on the temple grounds of the Seattle Temple, where we would be sealed just 4 months later for all eternity. He played it off quite well. As we were driving in the car he was acting extremely quiet and I asked him if everything was ok. He replied with, "Yes, I'm fine, just have a lot on my mind." I then asked him if there was anything I could do and he said no. He then took the exit for the temple and said, "where am I going?!" As if he was lost. He asked if I was hungry and I said, that I wasn't quite yet but would probably be soon. The timing was perfect and he immediately took a right and pulled into the temple parking lot and asked if I wanted to walk around before we go get something to eat. We sat down on a bench after walking around the temple and began to watch the sun set. He then said that there was actually ONE thing I could do to make him feel better and got down on one knee. I looked over at his face and never looked down so I didn't see the ring in his hand! I kept asking him what it was that I could do and he simply looked down at the ring and I was SHOCKED!! It was beautiful! After putting a beautiful ring on my finger, we celebrated at Black Angus with steak!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHqhdsWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ns1tP-ugREQ/s1600-h/our+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807479879260338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHqhdsWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ns1tP-ugREQ/s320/our+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHk9QcFwI/AAAAAAAAACk/IMHe2Q6MSkc/s1600-h/engagement1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807384260646658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHk9QcFwI/AAAAAAAAACk/IMHe2Q6MSkc/s320/engagement1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHkxDl7yI/AAAAAAAAACc/nVPox9tbJ5s/s1600-h/engagement2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807380985540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHkxDl7yI/AAAAAAAAACc/nVPox9tbJ5s/s320/engagement2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHkg4jETI/AAAAAAAAACU/7_tQHs2ZBko/s1600-h/engagement3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807376644247858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHkg4jETI/AAAAAAAAACU/7_tQHs2ZBko/s320/engagement3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHX1DkLbI/AAAAAAAAACM/jmteqMizhq8/s1600-h/engagement4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807158720867762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHX1DkLbI/AAAAAAAAACM/jmteqMizhq8/s320/engagement4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590901681896136257-119470541862184543?l=chadandtambra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/feeds/119470541862184543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/119470541862184543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590901681896136257/posts/default/119470541862184543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandtambra.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-engagement.html' title='Our Engagement'/><author><name>Chad, Tambra &amp;amp; Makayla Moultrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460381866496262656</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/_SOGQq5MS0GM/SfdHqhdsWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ns1tP-ugREQ/s72-c/our+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
