<?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-5722681808134508851</id><updated>2011-11-28T11:29:48.256-06:00</updated><category term='Laugh'/><category term='Live'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Live.Laugh.Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-2159438417387919748</id><published>2010-06-24T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:26:52.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend thought you would be interested in this station</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="648" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; 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All rights reserved.&lt;br&gt; 	360 22nd Street - Suite 440 - Oakland CA - 94612&lt;br&gt; 	This is a one-time email sent from A friend, a Pandora listener.&lt;br&gt; 	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pandora.com/legal.shtml#privacy"&gt;Privacy Policy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-2159438417387919748?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2159438417387919748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/friend-thought-you-would-be-interested.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/2159438417387919748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/2159438417387919748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/friend-thought-you-would-be-interested.html' title='A friend thought you would be interested in this station'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-8383353989637082554</id><published>2009-02-21T13:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:24:15.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Guest Post - Colt Wallace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SaBi3eaidEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fs9ClmDFi0M/s1600-h/DSCN1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SaBi3eaidEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fs9ClmDFi0M/s320/DSCN1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305349066239145026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mommy has been so busy this week that she has not even had time to tell you about my first birthday party!  I wanted to help her out so I offered to write it for her ... who better to write about my party than me, Colt Wallace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I woke up early last Saturday morning because I was too excited to sleep!  Mommy came and got me out of my crib and took me downstairs for breakfast.  When she sat me in my seat I realized that everything looked really different.  There were so many new things to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked that we have a construction party since my head has been "under construction" for the last 6 months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, there was a dump truck in the middle of the table, construction hats on the hutch, balloons everywhere and caution tap all over the doors and light fixtures.  I was captivated by everything and just sat in my chair to look at it for awhile. There were also extra people down there.  My Poppy, Mimi and Pop had all come in, from the airport where they live, to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We all sat down and had a fun breakfast and then I got a bath.  When I came back downstairs the doorbell rang and it was my friend Savvy Smith.  When I welcomed her in I saw that Daddy had put big orange cones with "Happy Birthday" balloons lining both sides of the driveway ...  it looked really good.  After Savvy came in it seemed like the bell rang kept ringing and all of my friends were there.  (Let's see, who all was there ... Addy Green, Kya Muse, Rylan Muse, Brock-olli, Park Prater, Miss Amber, Cornbread, Copper Lee, Maddox Lee and all of the parents that belong to my friends.)  We all played on the floor and had the best time.  Then, it was time for lunch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy had made brown bag lunches, like a real construction worker would have.  The bags had big sub sandwiches, chips, apples and juice (of course, I had a milk because I still need to grow more).  After lunch Mommy got something out of the frig, which she called a cake, and everyone started singing to me.  Everyone put on their construction party hats and sang "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Colt, Happy birthday to you."  Then, the best part of the party happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone cut the cake and Mommy gave me a piece as big as my head.  Oh my, it was so goooooood!  It was so good I didn't know what to say, so I just shoved more of the cake into my mouth.  In fact, it was so yummy that I wanted my whole face to get in on the fun so I rubbed my hands all over my face and hair ... I could not get enough cake.  I kept eating it for almost 10 minutes and loved every second of it.  Mommy finally took the plate form my chair and cleaned me off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was still interested in the cake and whined a bit when I couldn't have more.  But, when we went in the living room we opened presents and that was fun too.  I love the paper that gifts come with and liked to show it off after the present was opened.  Since it was my first time to open a birthday present, Addy and Kya helped me open them all.  I was getting really tired after all of this had happened so all of my friends went home so that I could take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was a fun day and I can't wait for the next one ... any idea when that will be?  If you see my Mommy, let her know that I would like another party soon so that I can have more cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-8383353989637082554?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8383353989637082554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/guest-post-colt-wallace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8383353989637082554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8383353989637082554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/guest-post-colt-wallace.html' title='Guest Post - Colt Wallace'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SaBi3eaidEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fs9ClmDFi0M/s72-c/DSCN1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-1989769803315479519</id><published>2009-02-16T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:43:18.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>By Leaps and Bounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Colt learned how to scale the couch tonight!  I was impressed and clapped in praise of him.  Then I started thinking about the proportions with which Colt was dealing.  The couch comes up to his shoulders and he lifted himself off of the ground and up onto it.  That would be like me trying to dead lift off of the ground and onto a Honda Accord ... Now that would be a funny site.  When you think about it that way, Colt pulling himself onto the couch is very impressive!   You go baby boy, you deserve a cookie for that unprompted feat of strength&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-1989769803315479519?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1989769803315479519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/by-leaps-and-bounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/1989769803315479519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/1989769803315479519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/by-leaps-and-bounds.html' title='By Leaps and Bounds'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-5944254750424322272</id><published>2009-02-16T19:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:32:45.516-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Times Are Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I realized tonight, when I got home from work, how different my life is now that I have a child.  Before Colt, my nights looked extremely different.  I used to be able to work until I was done and then pick up fast food with Michael on the way home.  Or, we could knock off work early and head out on a date for the evening, getting home whenever we were tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As it is, we have to leave work by 5:30 so that we can pick up Colt and get home by 6:15.  When we get home we head to our specific corners.  Michael gets Colt from the car and takes him in to change his diaper from the car ride and inevitable "car ride" poop.  He then takes off his clothes in preparation of my end of the corner and distracts him with books.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;While Michael is doing those things I am busily unpacking the cooler from FCLC and getting Colt's dinner going.  Since he is a growing boy he can't have just anything, it needs to be balanced, colorful and healthy.  While Colt's dinner is in the works I am sweeping around the kitchen preparing tomorrow's lunch, cleaning out the diaper bag, replacing the items that were used during the day.  Like packing more socks, shoes, pants, shirts, diapers and snacks for the next day's activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once I have finished those things Colt's food is done cooking and ready to be served.  I get him seated and fed.  While he eats, Michael and I get our food ready to eat.  Hopefully this is fast enough that Colt is still eating when we sit down to eat.  Once dinner is over, I distract and play with Colt while Michael cleans the kitchen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This takes us to 7:10, and it is time for a bath.  We get upstairs to put Colt in his bath and then to his room for pj's.  This takes us to 7:25 and there is just enough time to read 2 books, say our prayers and put Colt to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No longer do we enjoy relaxing evenings or spontanious nights out.  Moreoever, we will get up tomorrow and do the whole thing over again ... but I wouldn't change a thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-5944254750424322272?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5944254750424322272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/times-are-changing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/5944254750424322272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/5944254750424322272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/times-are-changing.html' title='Times Are Changing'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-8884142550569426204</id><published>2009-02-12T22:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:54:36.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Colt needs discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Colt has gotten used to his discipline and we are going to have to try something new.  His biggest issue is pushing the buttons on the DVR.  He loves the little shinny buttons and that they make noise when he pushes them.  We are very consistent about saying "no sir" when he gets close and looks like he is going to touch a button.  If, after we say "no sir" he turns and touches the button anyway we pop his hand.  This has been going on for several weeks and Colt has gotten used to the actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday, he was walking by the DVR and he turned to look at me.  I said "no sir" firmly and then watched to see what he would do.  Colt turned back to the buttons, looked for a few seconds and then walked past.  I was so proud, I got up off the floor to go hug him and tell him what a good job he had done.  Before I could get to him he dropped to the ground and clapped for himself ... he was so proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wish I could say that was the end of the story and that I had won a moral victory with Colt; but, unfortunately, that is not the end of the story.  After he dropped to the ground he stood back up and went for the buttons.  Confident that he would remember the scene that had just ensued, I said "no sir" but stayed seated.  He looked at me, turned back to the buttons and pushed the big one in the middle.  Before I could scolded him, he stuck his hand out, fingers spread, to receive his hand pop.  I followed through, popped his hand, and he did something I was not expecting.  He dropped to the ground and clapped for me, as if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was proud of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.  I could not believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, if you have any ideas on how to discipline my 1 year old please let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-8884142550569426204?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8884142550569426204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/colt-needs-discipline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8884142550569426204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8884142550569426204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/colt-needs-discipline.html' title='Colt needs discipline'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-4895277651718770130</id><published>2009-02-08T20:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:10:24.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Where has all the boy stuff gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As a mom of a little boy, I constantly find myself asking "where has all of the boy stuff gone?"  If you are not a mom or if you are a girl mom, next time you are out shopping walk into any boutique and peruse the layout.  You will find that there is a wall with boyish clothes and items, but the rest of the store is stocked with girlie accessories.  As a girl, I totally understand the need for lots of accessories!  But, when it comes to shopping for my Colt I can't ever find enough "cool" stuff for him.  So, I plan to use this section of my blog to post random places to find fun boy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I find things online or around town I will update this posting to let you know where I find things.  Likewise, if you find great boy things around town please comment to let others know where to find them!  Together, I am confident that we can find where all the boy stuff has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-4895277651718770130?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4895277651718770130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-has-all-boy-stuff-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/4895277651718770130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/4895277651718770130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-has-all-boy-stuff-gone.html' title='Where has all the boy stuff gone?'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-5955845225267203973</id><published>2009-02-08T19:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:08:38.824-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Colt's new seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colt got a new car seat today; it is actually well over due. At 31 inches, 27 pounds, Colt has been too long and too big for his current seat for a long time.  I don't think that I conscientiously put it off, but I have taken my sweet time getting his "big boy" seat.  That all changed today when I tried to put him in the seat after church and the clips would not snap closed.  As soon as we got home Colt went to play with Savvy and Michael and I headed out to find his new seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Knowing how I am, Michael was prepared for the search.  Yes, I am concerned with the safety features, that it was made in the US and that it will be sturdy enough for my little road runner. However, I was most concerned about the color and the cup holders.  When we bought the first car seat we wanted it to be generic so that we could share the seats with multiple children, so I wanted the same thing for this one.  Since the first seat was sage and chocolate brown I wanted this one to be similar.  We had to go several places to find the right brown one that met all of our standards, but we finally found the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When I read the package I realized that this seat is good until he is 100 pounds!  100 pounds!  Unreal, I know a few junior high students that could fit in Colt's seat and it made me wonder ... how many students could still be sitting in a booster seat and how long will it take Colt to grow out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-5955845225267203973?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5955845225267203973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/colts-new-seat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/5955845225267203973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/5955845225267203973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/colts-new-seat.html' title='Colt&apos;s new seat'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-3272048243506493821</id><published>2009-02-07T21:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:23:56.481-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Colt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SY5eUuV0F1I/AAAAAAAAABA/DCJMAIV8U48/s1600-h/DSCN0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SY5eUuV0F1I/AAAAAAAAABA/DCJMAIV8U48/s320/DSCN0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300277521591572306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colt is turning 1 this week and I still can't wrap my head around the fact that it's already been a year since he was born.  Even though he is only 1, God has used Colt in so many ways to grow me physically, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I consider all the changes I've seen Colt make this year it has dawned on me how much I've changed. It's as if motherhood has changed who I am as a person and I never realized the depth of that change. From my tiny clutch purse to my huge diaper bag, from taking an hour to get ready to 15 minutes of prep time while Colt plays with my toes; everything about my life has changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think back to before Colt was born, I was not like most pregnant women.  I dreaded the change that a baby would bring.  I shuddered to think about giving up "me" time and always focusing on another person.  I have heard the many cliches and isms below before.  But, unexpectedly, through Colt's growth, surgery and changes they have become my lessons this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I have learned that I am a much stronger woman than I thought I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I have learned that no matter how sick or tired I am, when I hear his cry I have the strength to take care of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned that being a good mother makes me a better wife and friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned how much it hurts to correct your child, especially when they cry at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned I can control my temper because little eyes and ears are watching (... well, I am still working on this one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned how important it is to have other people in your life to share experiences with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned how little sleep I truly need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned the true meaning of sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned that when you love someone you don't consider the things you give up as sacrifices because your love seems greater than what you are giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned how amazing God is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned how much I need God to be a good mom and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned how important a strong marriage is to your child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I've learned I would do anything to protect my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The greatest of all the things I've learned in the past year is that no matter what has happened in my day, coming home and hearing "mama" is in fact the best sound in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colt is turning 1 and after looking back at all I have learned in the last year, I can't wait to see what the next year holds!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLT!&lt;/span&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/5722681808134508851-3272048243506493821?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3272048243506493821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-colt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/3272048243506493821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/3272048243506493821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-colt.html' title='Happy Birthday Colt'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SY5eUuV0F1I/AAAAAAAAABA/DCJMAIV8U48/s72-c/DSCN0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-8079609566105928111</id><published>2009-02-07T21:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:58:58.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Peek-A-Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Back in November Colt had surgery to correct a cranial deformity that he was present at birth.  Titled craniosynostisis, it took two surgeries and two weeks in the hospital.  During each surgery they had to go in, remove portions of his skull and reshape an area of his skull.  It was a dangerous process for him and difficult for us, as parents, to watch him go through so much at such a young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The second surgery was worse than the first because they had to operate on the front of his skull.  This left his swelling so bad that his eyes were swollen shut, leaving him temporarily blind.  Being a nine month old Colt was not talking and barely knew sign language.  He was so good about not getting too fussy when he couldn't communicate what he wanted with us.  But, as all babies do, he did want to play outside of the hospital bed.  He couldn't get out of the bed because he was hooked up to too many wires and IV's.  So, to accommodate his desire to play he learned how to play peek-a-boo.  Even though he couldn't see he would grab anything around him to hold over his face.  However, because he couldn't see he would grab wires or a stuffed animal to "cover himself" and play.  It was so adorable and we loved that he learned to communicate with us doing what he could to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We learned so much through our time in the hospital but nothing was as special as watching our  little boy play peek-a boo ... because it was at that moment that we knew he was going to be ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a44e3dc676756e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a44e3dc676756e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214609%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37A53EB0B402504D3A0B5286F1CA81CC6A3A7BCE.248F059CC79F7CE3C5818FBE9F7B2DB40446259D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a44e3dc676756e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdW50aLbL7x88q1cxqfYcLm9uf8s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a44e3dc676756e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214609%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37A53EB0B402504D3A0B5286F1CA81CC6A3A7BCE.248F059CC79F7CE3C5818FBE9F7B2DB40446259D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a44e3dc676756e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdW50aLbL7x88q1cxqfYcLm9uf8s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-8079609566105928111?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a44e3dc676756e0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8079609566105928111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/peak-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8079609566105928111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8079609566105928111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/peak-boo.html' title='Peek-A-Boo'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-7863247368066604310</id><published>2009-02-07T21:06:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:16:44.907-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>"Jo-Jo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We are blessed to have several couples that we can hang out with on a regular basis that also have kids.  They both have girls, Addy and Savvy, so Colt is the only boy in the mix.  But that's ok by him ... he can be quit the flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last night we all had a wedding to go to so the kids came over to our house so that they could play together and we could share a sitter.  Addy and Savvy both have a stuffed animal that they love.  It is a small, used-to-be-fluffy pet dog.  Addy started it off by naming her little puppy "Jo-Jo".  Then, when Savvy turned 1 Addy gave her a "Jo-Jo" of her own.  The girls take their "Jo-Jo" dogs everywhere and even though they are the same stuffed animal, they know which is which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The kids were all in bed last night when we got back from the wedding so we didn't get to talk to Colt after his little play date.  This morning we were downstairs playing with Colt and he started asking for "Jo-Jo".  We thought it was cute and dismissed it.  But he kept saying "Jo-Jo, Jo-Jo, JO-JO"!  He got so worked up, as only Colt can, so I handed him a giraffe stuffed animal that Addy gave him when he was born.  He got so excited that he dropped to the ground and clapped for me.  For the rest of the afternoon he would ask for "Jo-Jo", I would hand him the giraffe and he would clap for my understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is so cute to see him growing up and catching on to what items are called.  It is hard to think that my baby is now a little boy but I would not trade the process for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-7863247368066604310?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7863247368066604310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/jo-jo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/7863247368066604310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/7863247368066604310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/jo-jo.html' title='&quot;Jo-Jo&quot;'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-14673622535259944</id><published>2009-02-02T22:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:17:07.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>31 Flavors of Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I found these questions on a &lt;a href="http://ingramgang.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;friend’s blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought it would be fun to answer them myself.  You are supposed to have a one word answer for each.  I will seriously attempt to answer each one with one word, but some might be answered with a short phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In my back pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Where is your significant other? &lt;span&gt;Beside me on the couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Your hair color? Changes almost weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Your mother? Inspiring&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Your father? Admirable&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Michael and Colt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Your dream last night? I dreamed I was on a beach, singing to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Your goal? To relax with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. The room you are in? Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. Your hobby? I am working on making blogging a hobby ... until then, shopping will sufice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. Your fear? Colt being kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;12. Where do you want be in six years? I want to have 2 more additions to the Wallace family ... be it dog or child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. Where were you last night? Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;14. What you are not? Decorator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;15. One of your wish list items? Maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;16. Where you grew up? North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;17. The last thing you did? Wrote "Thank You" notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;18. What you are wearing? Grey pants, yellow shirt with brown and yellow tunic over top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;19. Your TV? The Unit and OTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;20. Your pet? Callie &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;21. Your computer? Laptop&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;22. Your mood? Tired ... but hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;23. Missing someone? Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;24. Your car? Nissan Murano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;25. Something you are not wearing? A scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;26. Favorite story? Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;27. Your Summer? Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;28. Love someone? MANY!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;29. Your favorite color? Black to wear, red and carolina blue to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed?  Colt's little dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;31. Last time you cried? Today during staff meeting&lt;/span&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/5722681808134508851-14673622535259944?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/14673622535259944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-found-these-questions-on-friends-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/14673622535259944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/14673622535259944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-found-these-questions-on-friends-blog.html' title='31 Flavors of Holly'/><author><name>Holly Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530050142244424969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYfDzIbM1nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vPVqjFY2hMg/S220/cruise+4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722681808134508851.post-8754959237803796989</id><published>2009-02-02T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:32:05.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><title type='text'>Live. Laugh. Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYesmKT_m3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKJ7ryl57b0/s1600-h/DSCN1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cpEF9Bk1SLc/SYesmKT_m3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKJ7ryl57b0/s320/DSCN1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298393258227899250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am finally joining the "blogging train"!  Although I have been reading your blogs for months I am just now beginning my own.  After being inspired by you, I am going to start posting the snippets of my life: my living, laughing, loving (and sometimes complaining)!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When Michael and I got married we made this quote our family motto.  Since that time we have tried to live life to the fullest, laugh at things that don't matter and love others with all we have.  That has lead me to realize that all of life falls into these three categories.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For these reasons I feel compelled to write this blog.  My goal is that by reading this blog others will be able to look at their own life to see laughter and love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722681808134508851-8754959237803796989?l=hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8754959237803796989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-laugh-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8754959237803796989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722681808134508851/posts/default/8754959237803796989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollywallaceblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-laugh-love.html' title='Live. 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