<?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-506023431596606476</id><updated>2011-09-13T15:41:35.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spencer Stolworthy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506023431596606476.post-3835803350394939725</id><published>2009-03-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:15:53.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally Spring!</title><content type='html'>Logan and I are starting to play more and more. He's such a good brother but still needs to learn how to share. He's giving me a horse ride with the assistance of Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaMNQKzd8I/AAAAAAAABRQ/UdeqO61DDzo/s1600-h/DSC02259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316090569463920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaMNQKzd8I/AAAAAAAABRQ/UdeqO61DDzo/s320/DSC02259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not quite crawling yet but I like to roll around until I get to something fun. I'll climb up to play with whatever is laying nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaMNJ8fWHI/AAAAAAAABRI/mZvCmNpIZEI/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316090567793268850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaMNJ8fWHI/AAAAAAAABRI/mZvCmNpIZEI/s320/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting in my messy stage where I like getting into everything! I'm just trying to help mom cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFpjy59ZI/AAAAAAAABQk/QNvGP3wNgqg/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316083359187334546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFpjy59ZI/AAAAAAAABQk/QNvGP3wNgqg/s320/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love when Dad gets home from work and we are finally able to play!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFpi4YdVI/AAAAAAAABQc/LHf6wL3F_QY/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316083358941869394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFpi4YdVI/AAAAAAAABQc/LHf6wL3F_QY/s320/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Kelli called Mom to meet up with us in Pocatello to play with her and Allie. We had a lot of fun! It was fun to finally meet Great Grandma and Grandpa. I loved playing with her ancient blocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFo9Hf0UI/AAAAAAAABQU/WrQ8qHOGulQ/s1600-h/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316083348804718914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFo9Hf0UI/AAAAAAAABQU/WrQ8qHOGulQ/s320/DSC02238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how active Grandma is to get on the ground with Allie and me to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFoHMxeKI/AAAAAAAABQM/IpwdWx6fGsE/s1600-h/DSC02231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316083334331332770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/ScaFoHMxeKI/AAAAAAAABQM/IpwdWx6fGsE/s320/DSC02231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like to dance. Whenever I hear something with any type of rythm I start nodding my head. I must have my Mom's dancing blood in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b90e9c847094b8d" 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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b90e9c847094b8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330100755%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59101D91530E1C7F9963F7C2B5BE46430B556959.8C44CAE5AE0D9263D9A43A7CBAD29AD57A00C9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b90e9c847094b8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1OqYzvMKxxQwZrriP29FXub1Xik&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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b90e9c847094b8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330100755%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59101D91530E1C7F9963F7C2B5BE46430B556959.8C44CAE5AE0D9263D9A43A7CBAD29AD57A00C9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b90e9c847094b8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1OqYzvMKxxQwZrriP29FXub1Xik&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/506023431596606476-3835803350394939725?l=spencerkstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b90e9c847094b8d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/feeds/3835803350394939725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-finally-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/3835803350394939725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/3835803350394939725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-finally-spring.html' title='It&apos;s finally Spring!'/><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/ScaMNQKzd8I/AAAAAAAABRQ/UdeqO61DDzo/s72-c/DSC02259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506023431596606476.post-7395081083933611780</id><published>2009-02-10T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:59:43.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>As of yet I still don't have teeth. I am eating a lot more solids though. I'm still not crawling but I'm getting a lot stronger and anxious to get moving. Taking naps is over-rated. I please mom only a little by taking really short naps. But I sleep pretty good through the night. Logan and I are getting along pretty good. But he still needs to learn how to share! &lt;br /&gt;Last week Mom took us to the park. We took Roxy, food and a blanket to have a picnic. I liked the swings. My tummy felt weird at first but then I got use to it. &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;Church is fun to go to. On the way there last Sunday I accidentally pinched Logan's hand. He started crying. I thought it was funny though! I hang out with mom during sacrament and then go with dad while mom teaches her lesson during primary or Sunday school. I get a lot of funny looks at church. Everyone says I'm so cute and they love my hair, big eyes and cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Mom says I'm turning into a mama's boy. It's kind of true. She is my favorite person right now. Sometimes when she leaves the room I just start tearing up and I start to cry. &lt;br /&gt;Dad took me on a motorcycle ride the other day. He said it looked like I was going to pass out because of all the wind. He kept that ride short. We should wait until I'm older to do that. Logan liked it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506023431596606476-7395081083933611780?l=spencerkstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/feeds/7395081083933611780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-9-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/7395081083933611780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/7395081083933611780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-9-2009.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-506023431596606476.post-4808313120585298850</id><published>2009-02-02T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:34:17.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother tickles me</title><content type='html'>Here is my brother tickling me. He makes me laugh when he plays with me. I like watching everything that he does. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506023431596606476-4808313120585298850?l=spencerkstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/feeds/4808313120585298850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-is-my-brother-tickling-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/4808313120585298850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/4808313120585298850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-is-my-brother-tickling-me.html' title='My brother tickles me'/><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-506023431596606476.post-7219879790024751778</id><published>2009-01-29T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:36:55.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on my life</title><content type='html'>I was born July 18, 2008. I was born with Transitional Tachypnea, which means my heart rate was faster than normal. I was put in the NICU for two days. My mom hated seeing me hooked up to all these machines. But I snapped out of it and returned home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ_ksKOCDI/AAAAAAAABEA/w54WL5F7xkI/s1600-h/CIMG0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296936380047165490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ_ksKOCDI/AAAAAAAABEA/w54WL5F7xkI/s320/CIMG0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a lot of hair and still do. I lost it there for a while but it's coming back strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ9SOIGCsI/AAAAAAAABDg/_aLyi9G1Igs/s1600-h/CIMG0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933863724288706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ9SOIGCsI/AAAAAAAABDg/_aLyi9G1Igs/s320/CIMG0852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I weighed 8lbs. 3 oz and was two weeks early. I was a great new born. I ate well and grew fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ-BpuRkHI/AAAAAAAABD4/ka2FXbxFkQU/s1600-h/DSC01936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296934678586036338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ-BpuRkHI/AAAAAAAABD4/ka2FXbxFkQU/s320/DSC01936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started smiling a few day after I was born. Although my chubby cheeks hide it, I have a little dimple on my left cheek. I'm a well tempered baby but I like to holler. When I'm tired or hungry I start blaring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ9SMfzTYI/AAAAAAAABDw/GTgrrUj8adI/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933863286852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ9SMfzTYI/AAAAAAAABDw/GTgrrUj8adI/s320/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best friend is my brother Logan. He is a great brother. I can't wait to start crawling so I can keep up a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ9SI6RthI/AAAAAAAABDo/wILGofXUxNs/s1600-h/DSC02125.JPE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933862324155922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ9SI6RthI/AAAAAAAABDo/wILGofXUxNs/s320/DSC02125.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started to sit up when I was about 5 1/2 months old. Now at 6 months, I'm a professional at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sitting in my bouncy chair that has all the toys surrounding it. But my favorite thing is to be held by Mom! I like Roxy too. Her fur feel soft and I like to tug on it! Sometimes she takes naps with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYKCq7243bI/AAAAAAAABEI/aBvtJ8vEDN4/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296939785875152306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYKCq7243bI/AAAAAAAABEI/aBvtJ8vEDN4/s320/DSC02132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506023431596606476-7219879790024751778?l=spencerkstol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/feeds/7219879790024751778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/7219879790024751778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506023431596606476/posts/default/7219879790024751778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerkstol.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-my-life.html' title='An update on 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l18haQt8HB8/SYJ_ksKOCDI/AAAAAAAABEA/w54WL5F7xkI/s72-c/CIMG0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
