<?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-139857311698405065</id><updated>2011-09-13T15:41:34.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan Stolworthy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris and Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959310998442165438</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139857311698405065.post-5045975501351161636</id><published>2009-03-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:14:32.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time is finally here!</title><content type='html'>Aunt Kelli called Mom and asked if we wanted to meet her and Allie in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt; to stay with Great Grandma and Grandpa. We went and played for a few days. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaEuZAQ3FI/AAAAAAAABQE/JQxjQw-jrbM/s1600-h/DSC02236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082342678289490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaEuZAQ3FI/AAAAAAAABQE/JQxjQw-jrbM/s320/DSC02236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie and I are playing in the snow. It was cold; we didn't stay out long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaEuEXxlLI/AAAAAAAABP8/wd-lWmTOcr0/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082337139758258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaEuEXxlLI/AAAAAAAABP8/wd-lWmTOcr0/s320/DSC02235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie and I are playing in Great Grandma's tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaEteQtGGI/AAAAAAAABP0/dzk4aHaLuq8/s1600-h/DSC02237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082326909556834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaEteQtGGI/AAAAAAAABP0/dzk4aHaLuq8/s320/DSC02237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad has been busy selling pest control and painting curbs. I love it when he finally gets home and we play for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaDhdvcUbI/AAAAAAAABPs/yFZeG11MN_I/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316081021099987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaDhdvcUbI/AAAAAAAABPs/yFZeG11MN_I/s320/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a cold lately. It's tough because my nose is running and I'm coughing, but mom loves it that I cuddle more when I don't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_66up8yI/AAAAAAAABOs/lDpkOPYovCI/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316077060331533090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_66up8yI/AAAAAAAABOs/lDpkOPYovCI/s320/DSC02260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when Dad was on duty we went to W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;-mart and bought some paint. We decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; dad by painting my room. Here are some before and after pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_7e7XsZI/AAAAAAAABO0/HU_0cIZ9pw0/s1600-h/DSC02264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316077070048539026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_7e7XsZI/AAAAAAAABO0/HU_0cIZ9pw0/s320/DSC02264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_8j_lFqI/AAAAAAAABPE/NmQP_09W9s0/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316077088588240546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_8j_lFqI/AAAAAAAABPE/NmQP_09W9s0/s320/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like it. Mom let me help some. I only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt; the wet wall once or twice. I never made too big a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_8NSy8gI/AAAAAAAABO8/M_YlczZWoEA/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316077082494824962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_8NSy8gI/AAAAAAAABO8/M_YlczZWoEA/s320/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like playing with Spencer more and more. I am pretending to be a horse here. I can get bossy sometimes. I don't like it when Spencer plays with my toys or runs into my chair when he is in his walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_6QgYIaI/AAAAAAAABOk/nJwkGSVAWd8/s1600-h/DSC02259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316077048997355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScZ_6QgYIaI/AAAAAAAABOk/nJwkGSVAWd8/s320/DSC02259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139857311698405065-5045975501351161636?l=logangstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/feeds/5045975501351161636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/03/aunt-kelli-called-mom-and-asked-if-we.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/5045975501351161636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/5045975501351161636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/03/aunt-kelli-called-mom-and-asked-if-we.html' title='Spring time is finally here!'/><author><name>Chris and Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959310998442165438</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/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaEuZAQ3FI/AAAAAAAABQE/JQxjQw-jrbM/s72-c/DSC02236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139857311698405065.post-7480562946750794703</id><published>2009-02-10T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:08:21.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>Last week Mom took us to the park. We took Roxy, food and a blanket to have a picnic. I liked the swings. I like it when my mom does "under-doggy." I like seeing the airplanes and helicopters in the sky. I ran around with Roxy and played with the wood bark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SZH2vDmJtxI/AAAAAAAABHY/FYOKh-1vBLE/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SZH2vDmJtxI/AAAAAAAABHY/FYOKh-1vBLE/s320/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301289524671395602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like going to nursery. There aren't very many people in there so I get all the toys to myself. I don't know Spanish very well but my teacher is Sis. Call and she speaks English. She is very nice. After church I am usually very tired because church is during my nap. Sacrament is a long time to be reverent. I can tell that mom gets a little frustrated that I don't sit and be quiet. But I'm getting better. Sometimes I like to try and escape from her and go into different pews. She doesn't like that. &lt;br /&gt;On Mondays we go over to Jody's house to play. I am meeting some new people. I like playing with Ashlyn and Tommy. i like all their toys too. Mom plays games with the other moms. I like playing over at my friends' house. &lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while we get to go to the Library. We get some good books. Mom tries to get some Spanish ones so we can learn the language, but my favorite ones are the ones about cars, trains, tractors, airplanes, etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139857311698405065-7480562946750794703?l=logangstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/feeds/7480562946750794703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/7480562946750794703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/7480562946750794703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-10-2009.html' title='February 10, 2009'/><author><name>Chris and Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959310998442165438</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/_l18haQt8HB8/SZH2vDmJtxI/AAAAAAAABHY/FYOKh-1vBLE/s72-c/DSC02197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139857311698405065.post-1841701139959305813</id><published>2009-02-02T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:31:35.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more videos</title><content type='html'>Here I am playing with Spencer. He likes to have me nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJvhhzV9Ttk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJvhhzV9Ttk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my second birthday. Mom and Dad did it "low key" since I don't quite understand what a birthday entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0XNCqAl39k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0XNCqAl39k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new airplanes for my birthday. I didn't want to do anything else but play with those. I didn't even care what was in the other presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HgxEhCxjc0w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HgxEhCxjc0w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139857311698405065-1841701139959305813?l=logangstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/feeds/1841701139959305813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/logans-second-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/1841701139959305813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/1841701139959305813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/logans-second-birthday.html' title='A few more videos'/><author><name>Chris and Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959310998442165438</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-139857311698405065.post-4219269886071718348</id><published>2009-02-01T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:18:44.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>For my 1st Birthday Mom made me a baseball cake. I got to eat a whole cupcake all by myself. I was shy at first to eat it but once I started I ate the whole thing. We had some friends over like Ragina, Bernie, Jordan and Shelbie Frisby, and the Madsen's. It was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Pk9ODJINUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Pk9ODJINUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139857311698405065-4219269886071718348?l=logangstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/feeds/4219269886071718348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/logans-2nd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/4219269886071718348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/4219269886071718348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/logans-2nd-birthday.html' title='Logan&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Chris and Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959310998442165438</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-139857311698405065.post-8839748104714416923</id><published>2009-01-29T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:41:13.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little intro to my life</title><content type='html'>I was born August 6th, 2005. I was born in Good ol' Rexburg. My parents loved having a new boy in their home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYItkuMkhlI/AAAAAAAABC0/kAL2csxdBdo/s1600-h/FL000028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296846220640421458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYItkuMkhlI/AAAAAAAABC0/kAL2csxdBdo/s320/FL000028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was quite a chunk when I was a baby. I was always in the 90-100% percentile when it came to weight. I was never very picky when it came to food, although I don't like veggies very much anymore. I began sitting up around my 5th month because of my large base around my belly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYItJSsqTVI/AAAAAAAABCs/jOIOVHIg-RE/s1600-h/FL000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296845749402357074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYItJSsqTVI/AAAAAAAABCs/jOIOVHIg-RE/s320/FL000001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started crawling at 9 months and walked by 13 months. I was a very well tempered baby, except when I was hungry or getting my diaper changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIsPez4i-I/AAAAAAAABCM/ypZa31RyZ2w/s1600-h/FH000014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296844756221463522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIsPez4i-I/AAAAAAAABCM/ypZa31RyZ2w/s320/FH000014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIsP7R1fkI/AAAAAAAABCU/4o4-vxHdr7Q/s1600-h/FH000025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296844763863285314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIsP7R1fkI/AAAAAAAABCU/4o4-vxHdr7Q/s320/FH000025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm kind of a neat freak though. I don't like getting mud on my feet, shoes or hands. I like clean hands and don't like it when my toys are wet (unless they are meant for the tub). Speaking of tub, I like playing in the tub but don't like when Mom pours water over my head. I like it when my fingers turn into "raisins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIrMs93tiI/AAAAAAAABB8/p_JzuAxU2mg/s1600-h/FH000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296843608970212898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIrMs93tiI/AAAAAAAABB8/p_JzuAxU2mg/s320/FH000001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think my first word was Dad. But now I'm pretty smart. I know all my ABC's, numbers, shapes and colors.I'm picking up on words really quickly. Mom is trying to teach me some Spanish. It's kinda hard for Mom becuase she's not fluent. I really like to learn about tractors, back-hoes, excavators, dump trucks, cement trucks, garbage trucks, trins, race cars, etc... I went through a phase where I wanted to watch Cars with Lighning McQueen everyday. I still like it but I guess Mom and Dad were getting sick of the movie. It's still a favorite though.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a brother that is 6 months old. We get along pretty well. I'm trying to learn how to share. I like when he laughs but I don't like it when he cries becuase it's really loud. I think as we get older we will be best buds!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIwE-bNTcI/AAAAAAAABC8/LtQaYO5eVX4/s1600-h/IMG_3912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296848973775850946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYIwE-bNTcI/AAAAAAAABC8/LtQaYO5eVX4/s320/IMG_3912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Spencer's hair looks really weird in that picture. &lt;br /&gt;Well I will keep you updated and tell you more about my life later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139857311698405065-8839748104714416923?l=logangstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/feeds/8839748104714416923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-intro-to-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/8839748104714416923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139857311698405065/posts/default/8839748104714416923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logangstol.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-intro-to-my-life.html' title='a little intro to my life'/><author><name>Chris and Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959310998442165438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYItkuMkhlI/AAAAAAAABC0/kAL2csxdBdo/s72-c/FL000028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
