tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69992076841711482892024-03-13T10:36:33.552-06:00McCRERY CLAN CHRONICLEStepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-61760038025469612062010-08-09T09:10:00.000-06:002010-08-09T09:10:12.525-06:00Smells like the First Day of Schoolwoke up this morning, left for work, and it smelled like the first day of school outside.<br />
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weird.<br />
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Made me kinda miss it.<br />
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Even the part where I had to chase the bus with my overstuffed backpack (because I could never get the homework done in class, and had to take home all my textbooks), my brown bag lunch, and my awkward violin case.<br />
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Fall?<br />
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Yes, please.Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-16028379111314869742010-02-22T13:28:00.003-07:002010-02-22T13:34:44.334-07:00PostingThis post is mostly for the sake of posting. I am so involved with my other blog (aka - the good one) that I only stop by this blog (aka - the neglected one) for the updates on all the friends/families blogs listed down the right side of the screen, there.<br />
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So.<br />
<br />
A post.<br />
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Five things I think you should do this week:<br />
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<ul><li>Go and see the Imaginarium of Dr. Pernassus. Wonderful. And I want a conversation about what you thought of it. </li>
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<li>Take a walk outside. No matter the weather. In fact - the more inclement, the better. Get some vitamin D or a collar full of snow, depending. :)</li>
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<li> Download this song and give it a good listen: <a href="http://blog.kexp.org/blog/2009/10/15/song-of-the-day-the-middle-east-blood/">The Middle East: Blood</a></li>
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<li>Write an honest-to-goodness letter to someone. With a postage stamp and everything. Send it to them.</li>
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<li>Lie on your comfy couch and read a good book for 10 minutes. Then take a nap for 20 minutes. Then get up, stretch, and do the dishes.</li>
</ul><ol></ol><ol></ol>Let me know how it goes.Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-56517960625655675112009-11-24T12:54:00.006-07:002009-11-24T13:20:10.597-07:00Presenting: Daphne Martha McCreryMore details coming soon. But for now, meet the feet of our newest child:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2QknEx8q17dHdOPgDxb0eZ2vwak4xzHk7eOXqyspK5cshoE3MFrx-mUasD2E_VGPGqaK9t2e6pVZtem2H8KCPlQepStw8dDmE6sqTj9qjRXSPOjSino0-thUr3qGTeYTwhU0P71HpPY/s1600/daphne_feet.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2QknEx8q17dHdOPgDxb0eZ2vwak4xzHk7eOXqyspK5cshoE3MFrx-mUasD2E_VGPGqaK9t2e6pVZtem2H8KCPlQepStw8dDmE6sqTj9qjRXSPOjSino0-thUr3qGTeYTwhU0P71HpPY/s400/daphne_feet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407761988995380306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Daphne Martha McCrery<br />Born: November 21st, 2009 - 8:19am (Yes, the same birthday as Wyatt!)<br />Length: 21"<br />Weight: 8lbs 11oz<br />Hair: Dark so far<br />Cuteness: In the 99th percentile.<br />Face:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTCYL5mWEZjtTpMYK9wIrFDUotqfGT2P0mqjN5GF0qQJDTr5JvmsUZ_mz3MJOS8vp23BVq-7DWem5D69KQAgG2rqEj4ITozpjFwfC0qrxJDR4kJBeqeXac2_uI_1DVJPy95gV2aTCl3k/s1600/daphne_head.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTCYL5mWEZjtTpMYK9wIrFDUotqfGT2P0mqjN5GF0qQJDTr5JvmsUZ_mz3MJOS8vp23BVq-7DWem5D69KQAgG2rqEj4ITozpjFwfC0qrxJDR4kJBeqeXac2_uI_1DVJPy95gV2aTCl3k/s400/daphne_head.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407765517321802770" border="0" /></a>William C. McCreryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01114577145573394594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-16232069186736073562009-10-13T22:52:00.007-06:002009-10-14T13:24:06.423-06:00Coupons!Check out these great sanity saving offers being offered to Stepper from Bill!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjaSgJJMzh5c1qH4GI52o4F-pijNNTh0OTSxKdMDTG3LT1VGOSsM8zMJtMA0zecavpYjch4c1-wFHxSQTPVkCgo_5vGNX0zUD1di5t7-652DEdFXWF1Uvm85YB3gmh-jqY0fN7aoceal4/s1600-h/Coupon.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392317694762459538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjaSgJJMzh5c1qH4GI52o4F-pijNNTh0OTSxKdMDTG3LT1VGOSsM8zMJtMA0zecavpYjch4c1-wFHxSQTPVkCgo_5vGNX0zUD1di5t7-652DEdFXWF1Uvm85YB3gmh-jqY0fN7aoceal4/s400/Coupon.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ns2zcsJ-sPDjUn1s70oTW38S8X6Uufnvy9XnSAgT4Ivrl2hh0qzsjqGrqT9fG1GhHcBcWkhuC1cx9b_yVoICpnap7KHUFd4zrmWRLDaCixIr1zaZpUnbC27czw-NSY75giReABJTVkQ/s1600-h/coupon2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392317690042419362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ns2zcsJ-sPDjUn1s70oTW38S8X6Uufnvy9XnSAgT4Ivrl2hh0qzsjqGrqT9fG1GhHcBcWkhuC1cx9b_yVoICpnap7KHUFd4zrmWRLDaCixIr1zaZpUnbC27czw-NSY75giReABJTVkQ/s400/coupon2.jpg" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVV-lYPp52a3nYWkfL518x6_TstZqihxd48oWgwCTkqHROgUW65OrypRaF0KmWTo0ENbb2wi6jj2qew91VGsqfvumzBwXLO34hNr7FGuOVnq4Lb1Yk8W-aBXP6jk8GMxn8MkaJd6Ai6k/s1600-h/coupon3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392317213674184130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVV-lYPp52a3nYWkfL518x6_TstZqihxd48oWgwCTkqHROgUW65OrypRaF0KmWTo0ENbb2wi6jj2qew91VGsqfvumzBwXLO34hNr7FGuOVnq4Lb1Yk8W-aBXP6jk8GMxn8MkaJd6Ai6k/s400/coupon3.jpg" /></a><br />Isn't my husband fweakin' awesome?William C. McCreryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01114577145573394594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-18669817943358404222009-09-28T14:44:00.003-06:002009-09-28T14:48:19.517-06:00OctoberHere it comes...<br /><br />Just three more days until...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHPEORBUuxZ1_1gDOuyYqNWATBr_c9-q8rlQrE-TGxwXqnemvMZ_xn9K6haXVVsxjop227-r86UFIcaL1Kmo0kl4yVeUz7TWYP6krs0eHUjjoCiEzRJgiMaUriDpoTmSuBuu4G_CgDVg/s1600-h/October+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHPEORBUuxZ1_1gDOuyYqNWATBr_c9-q8rlQrE-TGxwXqnemvMZ_xn9K6haXVVsxjop227-r86UFIcaL1Kmo0kl4yVeUz7TWYP6krs0eHUjjoCiEzRJgiMaUriDpoTmSuBuu4G_CgDVg/s400/October+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386622294826361618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vQTiMI3GbQtErV-wsMuO9riZ_G8Al2ZCUfSHfEnfG_kXA5q3kAGVJchHu1FOFVpfupot_NVws0vWN-P_T8Aqj5G1MsO4mWQ4xkfrfcbZiFAO7oo9fqtsCt-Lcz7wPyzgcpMhCEN4UB4/s1600-h/pumpkin-main_Full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3iIJLGsmDgEERwzNinxaFc45trNdo6SXXgbCTgTBEC4he6CiHCwERZ7v-SgwJ8EB3lf8hb4X2gKzPPVHynuNB1XzSHqmsA_Mhydcn7CGrreZcncKr_TEBzNJCkxw3UoCF9f-3rq7IKxM/s400/102706_fallcolors1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386622278190963266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGQ9lO4n4UVti0fjgArSAXRjDFgNxI8Q7JwomA0HKQrRn2-IwuuNLCfL-iMDaa8KMxUHLULR01wT7zCToGZq4IahNijWKQ-NGI5qo-RQc6Zj_1JdPiMJoCSRRU-rLjPwG6c6w4kMpzkA/s1600-h/big_hm_scarves_pattern.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGQ9lO4n4UVti0fjgArSAXRjDFgNxI8Q7JwomA0HKQrRn2-IwuuNLCfL-iMDaa8KMxUHLULR01wT7zCToGZq4IahNijWKQ-NGI5qo-RQc6Zj_1JdPiMJoCSRRU-rLjPwG6c6w4kMpzkA/s400/big_hm_scarves_pattern.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386622288627530226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV-f5z4j9crXCDNZRjs40uojPVIFY9o12hc_WPRjkA8E6GdKZTRAH3XX_QgXCRIaYWgCJ8ksCm7ywpuKzf3jrRdhbIFZ7bpkXQ3Ef38YWIt9araSD7bntuRNarbQLogUcfmzvxXDHiXc/s1600-h/autumn_reds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >O<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">C</span>TO<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">B</span>ER<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">!</span></span><br /></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-39936586245667915172009-08-12T12:59:00.000-06:002009-08-12T13:02:07.674-06:00sharing<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-TCdhSKbWv5zKndYcFqjU_SZF2h5r8Hqq6uj7SI3Ucu9Jf2emMMFXtAoEGnpRHRMBzAlfAZRPgbHhLJEtIapCEGZCWktpHxZT6hsEAsdlXcSkZz0VFTLFbC6Gc8sVtYQ1mH5vsVVUa0/s1600-h/Wy+and+Cale+-+sittin+at+a+table.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-TCdhSKbWv5zKndYcFqjU_SZF2h5r8Hqq6uj7SI3Ucu9Jf2emMMFXtAoEGnpRHRMBzAlfAZRPgbHhLJEtIapCEGZCWktpHxZT6hsEAsdlXcSkZz0VFTLFbC6Gc8sVtYQ1mH5vsVVUa0/s400/Wy+and+Cale+-+sittin+at+a+table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369154364745832834" border="0" /></a>Wyatt and Kale, sharing a table and sharing chips. <br /><br />Two very cool kids.<br /></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-32660981577563306682009-07-24T09:01:00.002-06:002009-07-24T09:02:16.575-06:00It's a GIRL!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXECJhEMxh50miQcKoqHZwwbm0EYlBqLa2uIaBwrAYsdX9o8U2L83tMEBusU_mhrRBUaHkRE9ZHkmX_vUqwFYjWJLc6_32TXOm8on1JdDI5sSrWgDNPuJVdci70MxFHEDJ6RuyD2tIDs/s1600-h/it's+a+girl.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXECJhEMxh50miQcKoqHZwwbm0EYlBqLa2uIaBwrAYsdX9o8U2L83tMEBusU_mhrRBUaHkRE9ZHkmX_vUqwFYjWJLc6_32TXOm8on1JdDI5sSrWgDNPuJVdci70MxFHEDJ6RuyD2tIDs/s400/it's+a+girl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362042059864291474" border="0" /></a>Coming This November to a McCrery Home near YOU!<br /></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-31732392266936557052009-06-23T10:16:00.006-06:002009-06-23T11:21:38.950-06:00Weekend Highlights1. Friday - cleaned the whole house so that we didn't have to futz with it at all on Saturday. I mean - we had PLANS. It was Father's Day, after all! Who wants to scrub toilets?? I managed to do most of it, but Bill did vacuum. Even on his weekend off. Thanks, babe!<br /><br />2. Friday evening - grocery shopping in a torrential downpour. Okay - they don't do summer storms like they do in Utah. We were in our neighborhood Alby's just minding our own business on the cracker isle, and POP! The lights all go out, and a bunch of girls begin to scream. I have to admit, at this moment, I was pleased that not one of my family of three added to the annoying shrieks that filled the store. Instead, we stopped where we were, and when the lights came on again - which we knew they would (even Wyatt knew they would, it seemed) - we took eye-inventory of each other (yes, we were all still there, and Wyatt wasn't at all freaked out. In fact, he seemed rather pleased) and then grinned. Bill and I said, "cool! there must be a major storm going on outside!" and Wyatt said, "Dark! Dark! Lights off! Dark!" We hurried and checked out so that we could check out the storm. We were in the store maybe half an hour. When we went in, it was a fairly mild rain. When we left, it was a heavier rain, but in no way what it must have been during the time we were oblivious in the store. The streets had been turned rivers that we had to navigate around in our Rav, and people were standing under awnings or running with umbrellas, looking soaked and bewildered.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_v4nq9NQblTKrPs0ZtdJiC0jM-zsK32ehl7g0ekKSpNzRuWxxHx3l9dHsVIHYXVFKRBI_kgK4cBzj-yJGWyHX-Svw1wVHHXrpBYOqFjt4qWwUHyqjyTnTuHn_3IIAmFVl7pQZMzp58h4/s1600-h/Flooded+Streets+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_v4nq9NQblTKrPs0ZtdJiC0jM-zsK32ehl7g0ekKSpNzRuWxxHx3l9dHsVIHYXVFKRBI_kgK4cBzj-yJGWyHX-Svw1wVHHXrpBYOqFjt4qWwUHyqjyTnTuHn_3IIAmFVl7pQZMzp58h4/s400/Flooded+Streets+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572483943799506" border="0" /></a> Mmmm...I love summer storms.<br /><br />3. Saturday morning - Stepper goes to help at Jamie's semi-annual dance concert. Stepper helps with folding programs, getting Kenya dressed into her next costume (from tropical bird to minnie mouse) and setting up chairs for audience and tables for concessions and ticket sales. She also sweeps feathers off the stage and gossips with her mother (who was also there, helping) about how incredible Jamie is, what with having had a baby three weeks ago and still being able to put on an entire large-scale production AND get up on stage and do high-kicks with one of her students. Stepper may or may not have welled up a few times with pride and gratitude for such an awesome sister.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEK0Bcdf1PvSbr-xQ0rP8TACGC7E__Tq0R3uizu5UzjEWbQw7oKE8riz5ysHX9q0-Smbps5309vON08lbvodakZrNR49v6Djl7sNptzv-HB458jDDoXzkVlpPqRUWqk9VNMyN8hwXQa2I/s1600-h/Jamie+and+Savvy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEK0Bcdf1PvSbr-xQ0rP8TACGC7E__Tq0R3uizu5UzjEWbQw7oKE8riz5ysHX9q0-Smbps5309vON08lbvodakZrNR49v6Djl7sNptzv-HB458jDDoXzkVlpPqRUWqk9VNMyN8hwXQa2I/s400/Jamie+and+Savvy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350573179204073602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />4. Saturday evening - the Father's Day Feast. Bill requested Gyoza - which is his favorite thing that Stepper makes. We make up an entire package of wraps worth of Gyoza (count 'em, folks! That's 60 gyoza!) and yes, we ate them all. Salty, Japanese goodness!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkzbRi3hKfSqK3niuWCNmSomV9DDxoRoRlKQ4z_aatpUkUdA1Nb8uO_T7U2DmR7xrOFaYBblPSv9Gk9LLuwGQWdTOirVO4V1UgzZyCQFsB7OqgMa9KMXbH_wTylUmdckBM9dvHmVicEg/s1600-h/pan-fried-gyoza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkzbRi3hKfSqK3niuWCNmSomV9DDxoRoRlKQ4z_aatpUkUdA1Nb8uO_T7U2DmR7xrOFaYBblPSv9Gk9LLuwGQWdTOirVO4V1UgzZyCQFsB7OqgMa9KMXbH_wTylUmdckBM9dvHmVicEg/s400/pan-fried-gyoza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572474828874962" border="0" /></a><br />5. Sunday Morning - the Father's Day breakfast in bed. Wyatt and I joined dad for breakfast - you should have seen me trying to haul Wyatt's high chair up the stairs with my big ol' pregnant tummy in the way and trying so hard not to wake either of my boys until I was ready! We had breakfast sandwiches<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGBBajPC9wUvye1-Wn-Y3JGOKOykFqyyzqdmeXXnCJjVHXhI4knOqZpqZc63ciLy-FuOFl-Y9TTAoUr0U-q9CZo2DHSYhiUXBXIDEB0VYouIMmOpZ0xepTJXMb-JtujQLeRSp3VBDj3w/s1600-h/breakfast_sandwich.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGBBajPC9wUvye1-Wn-Y3JGOKOykFqyyzqdmeXXnCJjVHXhI4knOqZpqZc63ciLy-FuOFl-Y9TTAoUr0U-q9CZo2DHSYhiUXBXIDEB0VYouIMmOpZ0xepTJXMb-JtujQLeRSp3VBDj3w/s400/breakfast_sandwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572481754157090" border="0" /></a><br />(sausage, egg and cheese on a toasted english muffin) pears and juice, and Bill opened his gifts. The highlight, I think, was the gift that Wyatt picked out for him at the store. A flying helicopter/airplane set with ZIP CORD ACTION! Wyatt thinks they belong to him. He hasn't let the helicopter out of his sight since daddy opened it.<br /><br />6. Church. Bill and I taught CTR. Well, Bill taught it, I sat and listened and loved him.<br /><br />7. Father's Day dinner at Mom and Dads. BBQ'd Steak and grilled mushrooms, potatoes, mom's famous fruit and spinach salad, homemade potato rolls, homemade blackberry jam, and sweet corn. Yes, Bill did get to eat REAL MEAT for Father's Day, and I didn't have to prepare it, so we all won! Thanks, Mom and Dad! And thanks, Meg, for the Peach Cobbler!<br /><br />8. Seeing Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Jan. They came for dinner at Mom's and stayed for games. We learned a new dice game.<br /><br />9. Crazy kisses from Wyatt. He's discovered that if he kisses mom on the cheek, but then jaws his mouth so she gets a toothy, slobbery mess of a kiss that she laughs - especially if he says "bwah-bwah-bwah!" while he does it. And then she'll lip-gnaw on his cheek and then he'll get her other cheek and it goes back and forth until we're both laughing so hard that we have to fall on the floor.<br /><br />10. Best highlight of all - my Bill. The father of my children - of Wyatt, of the Moeb who will join us officially in November, and of anyone else who decides to join us. He is, I'm convinced, the best father in the world. I interviewed him over Father's Day breakfast Sunday morning. I asked him what the best thing about being a father was. He said Wyatt. But then he thought about it, and said, "playing with him is my favorite." and ladies and gentlemen, this is true. I've seen accounts. Those two are best friends. When they play together - be it hide-and-seek or laundry basket spaceship - there is this look of pure joy that comes over their faces, and I sit back and watch my little piece of heaven on earth. And then I realize I have that look of pure joy on my face, too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7msfvmRzypWpvI2DAokBiviAmobM6-JJieLQut41fCUF1mbqSNr-nhEY2nnvDwjfamPVynalHSsTY3CcCQ2lww5XWtQOoMoMbvRmNZzWJg92voCFelXOAOx7wb8s3T3GAo4KRH8VJFk/s1600-h/Bill+and+Wyatt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7msfvmRzypWpvI2DAokBiviAmobM6-JJieLQut41fCUF1mbqSNr-nhEY2nnvDwjfamPVynalHSsTY3CcCQ2lww5XWtQOoMoMbvRmNZzWJg92voCFelXOAOx7wb8s3T3GAo4KRH8VJFk/s400/Bill+and+Wyatt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350574018727529090" border="0" /></a>There's this feeling. When Wyatt and I are playing in the family room and the door knob starts to jiggle, and we both know that Daddy is about to walk through that door, and Wyatt jumps up and yells "daddy! daddy! daddydaddy!" and starts to run in mad circles around the room or into the kitchen because he just doesn't know what to do with himself because he's so excited. And then Bill walks through the door and sees us, and said, "hello family!" and Wyatt gets this look on his face. Like..."I know the good fun just walked through that door, but I don't dare approach 'cause I know he'll tackle me". So he grins and sort of hides behind me and also trembles with anticipation until he can't stand it, and he's the one that goes and attacks Bill.<br /><br />And then for the next half hour at least, I can't pull the two apart, and I'm free to go do the dishes or whatever. Or, as is most often the case, sit back and watch and laugh (and cringe, because let's be honest. Daddy's can play a little rough! I'm sure Bill gets weary of my constant "careful of his little neck!" reproaches). But this play time teaches me that little Wyatt-type boys are just as tough as older daddy-type boys. And I shouldn't interfere with their sacred rough-housing.<br /><br />This is Bliss.<br /><br />I think the world needs more Father's Days.<br /><br />One or two more Mother's Days wouldn't be bad, either.Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-36945472703530858822009-05-07T15:42:00.006-06:002009-05-07T21:39:19.848-06:00Happy Mothers Day and a few more thoughts, to my siblings, and the rest of you have been cc'ed lovingly<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CWILLIA%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:78%;" ><o:smarttagtype style="font-family: arial;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="font-family: arial;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">To my two Brothers, and my Sister,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is draft #2, and we’ll see if it sticks. I hope you three are doing well. The hardest part of living in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Utah</st1:place></st1:state> is feeling helpless to really be there if any of you need something from me. I wonder how you’re doing, but it’s rare the phone conversation that lasts long enough to get a really good sense.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;">Do you miss Mom? Do you miss Dad? I do. I teach Wyatt to know that the black and white picture of dad opening the refrigerator is “Granpa,” which he’s pretty much figured out. It seems my memories of Mom are mostly tied to photographs, with occasional multi-sensory scenes: I remember she would take us to baseball games, I remember trying to match my voice to hers at Good Samaritan during the hymns, and that warbley chord we would strike once in a while. I remember when Dad would be the battle cat, and we would ride on his back. I remember once he took me to Zones, just he and I. But I have a lot more memories of him recently. I remember visiting him at the Shop occasionally, and being impressed with all the stuff he was doing. I would actually hope he had calls to make so I could sit and listen to him wheel and deal over the phone.
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<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">I remember that every once in a while, he would say to me, “I miss your mom.” I never knew what to say to that, and I usually said something hollow, like, “I know Dad. I miss her too,” of course in those moments, I never meant it like he must have. I didn’t know what it was like to be married to your best friend, your confidant, the one person who helped you try to be the best you, the person that was next to you in the car, on the couch, at night in bed, and then, they were gone. I never could have known what that was like then, but I know now. Or rather, I have a frame of reference, in which I can imagine very vividly what that would feel like. It would be the loneliest feeling. I think, what Dad was looking for at those times was someone to cry to, or someone to reminisce with. Someone to say, “I remember mom had a violin, but she only got it out once that I can recall, did she ever play it for you?” Or maybe, “I miss her too, I remember her coming in to wake us up in the morning when we were little,” or “Do you remember you used to get her a new frying pan every year? What was the deal with that?”</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">I can imagine what maybe he meant when he would tell me, “I miss your mom,” like he had been holding in that very phrase for months, maybe years, knowing nobody missed her like he did, but finally not being able to hold in that little confession. I can imagine the disappointment every time he tried, to find out he’d been right, I didn’t really know what he meant. And even now, my experience falls short of the understanding I imagine he was searching for. I can imagine losing my wife, but I can never know what it was like to lose Martha Bland McCrery as my wife.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">We’ve lost two parents, and I’ve learned remarkably different things from each experience. I have been taught a number of things from the loss of Dad, but one thing comes up pretty often, and it is this: people move on. Like a perfect diagram I see people in position around Dad, relative to their personal relationship with him, and the further out they are, the sooner their point fades, or cools off, or I don’t know. To say anyone “gets over it” is insensitive and inaccurate, and to say they “accept it” feels equally inadequate. But the fact remains: everyone seems to feel the thud at first; but one day you notice that very few people can still relate.
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<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">I think it’s part of a plan. I think it’s a gift. If Dad were only a man I knew from a chance encounter at the grocery store, I would have had very little to learn from losing him. It seems the closer you are to a person, the more you have to gain, or grow, or perhaps learn, from losing them. And the other blessing is this: without disregarding the important differences in who the four of us are, we still know what it feels like to lose Sharrel Clinton McCrery as a father. We know it hurts, and within a few degrees of each other, we know how much.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">I think this is a gift. I think it’s purpose is to help us understand Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Christ volunteered to atone for us. Not only for our sins, or our mistakes, but for the consequences of them, and for every other sadness that seems to loom over us infinitely at times. He volunteered, essentially saying, “I will suffer everything that can possibly be suffered, to reset the balance.” Because Christ was perfectly just, every injustice that he suffered through, was like a credit to the human race, he paid the price for each mistake so we wouldn’t, eventually have to do it ourselves (your can’t avoid justice in an organized universe). And it had this wonderful side effect (amongst many, many others): Jesus Christ felt what it felt like to lose Martha Bland McCrery as a wife, and He felt what it felt like to lose Martha Bland McCrery as a mother at the age of five, seven, eleven, and twelve. He felt what it felt like to lose Martha Bland McCrery as a daughter, and as a sister, and so forth. And he felt how it felt when you lost your Dad. Not some approximation imagined from a similar experience. Jesus Christ knows the very feeling of a phone call to tell you that your Dad, Sharrel Clinton McCrery, is dead. He knows the feeling of fear, of sadness, of anger. And because He is perfect, he was able to survive that infinite sadness.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">When I lose someone I love, it is a chance to understand a little piece of what Christ felt. And the added gift for the four of us, is to have three people, beyond the Ultimate Comforter, to turn to when you just need to cry, or reminisce. And I wanted you to know that I know you’ve still got open wounds from this whole thing, and so do I.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">With love,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bill</span></p> William C. McCreryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01114577145573394594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-31252437343224554232009-03-17T16:27:00.002-06:002009-03-17T16:28:14.659-06:00Happy St. Patty's DAY!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKiRSj8SVAp8bISBgDyVRn2vk47iCXBKuUxA5QhHmmlAIEae9IwqmC2jVnq71LGFcakMfTu3fpxgTfPUZjwG6qiiM881Qt9XWJaXKFySvlkd8ZOBknuU9qIS_zP7IYCqYyleGOVQHyjM/s1600-h/McCutie+Montage+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKiRSj8SVAp8bISBgDyVRn2vk47iCXBKuUxA5QhHmmlAIEae9IwqmC2jVnq71LGFcakMfTu3fpxgTfPUZjwG6qiiM881Qt9XWJaXKFySvlkd8ZOBknuU9qIS_zP7IYCqYyleGOVQHyjM/s400/McCutie+Montage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314286949841099490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >from our CLAN to yours!<br /></span></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-50912449488790953562009-03-14T23:31:00.007-06:002009-03-15T00:01:35.366-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />I looked out the window and what did I see?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DkOarmY-3QBIIgfDqkOtdkiA220amXerLvCtoIC6snj7KSN7B58voCOoHEXHJxsGShxELTwbK-U1jei0IqXynsixKqRsdkLbR3WBEsBOhAcwr-7GL6MrJEUn-wLCQXmjjMVeRABic7c/s1600-h/P2140433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DkOarmY-3QBIIgfDqkOtdkiA220amXerLvCtoIC6snj7KSN7B58voCOoHEXHJxsGShxELTwbK-U1jei0IqXynsixKqRsdkLbR3WBEsBOhAcwr-7GL6MrJEUn-wLCQXmjjMVeRABic7c/s400/P2140433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313284525244387090" border="0" /></a>Snow where the budding tulips used to be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbMvfOabope25i1aF2CEhrIyRxDbeGImvrPD2Zj-hKBaSw_gN2eeRC4XH3UjI-iK-hnCUO3R6HW19Be8t7zUc9Bvy-CWh2OlZIwYqfACOF8yI6HXum6w8gdkSwwEC0kdz8-IndkGJln0/s1600-h/P2140436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbMvfOabope25i1aF2CEhrIyRxDbeGImvrPD2Zj-hKBaSw_gN2eeRC4XH3UjI-iK-hnCUO3R6HW19Be8t7zUc9Bvy-CWh2OlZIwYqfACOF8yI6HXum6w8gdkSwwEC0kdz8-IndkGJln0/s400/P2140436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313284533708463970" border="0" /></a><br />Spring was coming, wassup with this surprise?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRT8nFu1QAxNhxkAdGxeKsdjEGNfC2cYuoU6gXSlhjHh3t3ZHt_A_s32CVfZqN3r-DnziIcrJfZXRP672iWDExJRS10xapY-EWk_9gRidXMFD_eLJBjXluTXdMSOXO4NpPs-C6Lpk_uE/s1600-h/spring460.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRT8nFu1QAxNhxkAdGxeKsdjEGNfC2cYuoU6gXSlhjHh3t3ZHt_A_s32CVfZqN3r-DnziIcrJfZXRP672iWDExJRS10xapY-EWk_9gRidXMFD_eLJBjXluTXdMSOXO4NpPs-C6Lpk_uE/s400/spring460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313286350608147490" border="0" /></a><br />Now we're once again stuck inside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zBi1gL40buUdDNwcN5a396BIkW2FuSGDDpogEMuDKhBFWm_ZlXzA74FUYEPlmzC_rsRaW6JdXsK1n9KYm1_T6Md-G-6CSvKTUulOL6vHyZ0-L__iXLRM5PHLxQOaHH_OJUVGvgSmOVs/s1600-h/P3110545.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zBi1gL40buUdDNwcN5a396BIkW2FuSGDDpogEMuDKhBFWm_ZlXzA74FUYEPlmzC_rsRaW6JdXsK1n9KYm1_T6Md-G-6CSvKTUulOL6vHyZ0-L__iXLRM5PHLxQOaHH_OJUVGvgSmOVs/s400/P3110545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313284537454948994" border="0" /></a>Snow can be an eyeful, wondrous and neat<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhklerRqCErgFBxY_cG95Rr59b9QnVghBxTcmDY9p5IY0DBMZFkvpeAqyJe4wndYsApCdaTZ0oRboA9QZny8bcZXoAFiquYOx6quXACTXz2oSFPPRd51D_ZnOafRZCjFETyfL72fSRJw7k/s1600-h/P1300296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhklerRqCErgFBxY_cG95Rr59b9QnVghBxTcmDY9p5IY0DBMZFkvpeAqyJe4wndYsApCdaTZ0oRboA9QZny8bcZXoAFiquYOx6quXACTXz2oSFPPRd51D_ZnOafRZCjFETyfL72fSRJw7k/s400/P1300296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313286347234365554" border="0" /></a><br />but after the Old Elf comes, it's not as sweet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGoQlxZEyEBwTzrfXfH-WtpC95WTs6zb8jASRoX9er0-A_iWuX7JF_bYuRIaFUN58_Xrx9SqQISwezKQpgBHdhss59PVKEQdUoUPNpz4qiuNpJhMTq_dpRkpaizPEs1hib2o3gUASsm4/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGoQlxZEyEBwTzrfXfH-WtpC95WTs6zb8jASRoX9er0-A_iWuX7JF_bYuRIaFUN58_Xrx9SqQISwezKQpgBHdhss59PVKEQdUoUPNpz4qiuNpJhMTq_dpRkpaizPEs1hib2o3gUASsm4/s400/Santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313290100485505970" border="0" /></a>You may say that it ain't so - but you ain't foolin' me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ttSr6QgihlHGW8t0J8gMawSAPqHbzeSd5zTUFQZXwoe0mkxZYy8ukCZfgQVy6z5wbbLDjd2pJF016wWHXP0DWWXKY3ctEqJODvFnh7_ZzqSzg6Hb5G-9iWEuuKGV5tLUyfXobzq-vSE/s1600-h/why+did+i+come+in+here+doctored.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ttSr6QgihlHGW8t0J8gMawSAPqHbzeSd5zTUFQZXwoe0mkxZYy8ukCZfgQVy6z5wbbLDjd2pJF016wWHXP0DWWXKY3ctEqJODvFnh7_ZzqSzg6Hb5G-9iWEuuKGV5tLUyfXobzq-vSE/s400/why+did+i+come+in+here+doctored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313289218209274786" border="0" /></a><br />you're just as eager as I am for the coming of spring!<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWarwJyKYG_Ig52t-giNRGkkoAEaSFn65OBo6thQ9C1pL5w3JMaJ-uwbVNOgPktRDRUyrExH2-hEbkgRHTwNkRZgWjlvITLwQhYgKVV4QmYvMcM-wcnyaeLMzfsIPUj58JSxncCusYPbw/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWarwJyKYG_Ig52t-giNRGkkoAEaSFn65OBo6thQ9C1pL5w3JMaJ-uwbVNOgPktRDRUyrExH2-hEbkgRHTwNkRZgWjlvITLwQhYgKVV4QmYvMcM-wcnyaeLMzfsIPUj58JSxncCusYPbw/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313288911984017714" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorB5sDH50ryfsPbLBl7J9cj8-AbuICDqk3CZm2z5zrKNTRST8HKDCVyk0JZd1PsX5v0tlsHjkexMbFGB9GooiP6kINBK8Uzh5IKiBL4uRzyaNnx763qS0R5-3EWGJ_iqfZ76mnuK1IfQ/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+177.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorB5sDH50ryfsPbLBl7J9cj8-AbuICDqk3CZm2z5zrKNTRST8HKDCVyk0JZd1PsX5v0tlsHjkexMbFGB9GooiP6kINBK8Uzh5IKiBL4uRzyaNnx763qS0R5-3EWGJ_iqfZ76mnuK1IfQ/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313288900843288418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-40637151198840384902009-02-27T22:30:00.002-07:002009-02-27T22:35:21.302-07:00here we are at the thing...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELf_GF7SMRn3X-vdowrXDboPAcXJ5GwJlDJlz522TDXHfLl1UWRoUAGM44eHslwpqPq83C_wOMu3n90V7eQ8oCOe08msaPOmq5_OPKx0ojc-qcysbIxyQuofFVPd3AEXwNnloMzLUpb8/s1600-h/PICT8886.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307717142496216978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELf_GF7SMRn3X-vdowrXDboPAcXJ5GwJlDJlz522TDXHfLl1UWRoUAGM44eHslwpqPq83C_wOMu3n90V7eQ8oCOe08msaPOmq5_OPKx0ojc-qcysbIxyQuofFVPd3AEXwNnloMzLUpb8/s400/PICT8886.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> bill tries to show me how to use his swank camera. I accidentally take a picture of him showing me with his hands.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3mnLG0oSOfKKE3dhzD_VwfN7Ql6QO-SoeJcLHlbCwKCrkX_i5WZ5yKG1u5h2hSHlmc2D7DP9JKx1f14gngCsZv4nGdSx3k8Wq_h3PCpGumgP9EqltEpMwQhlXWUceFxmwN2BhL5zjFU/s1600-h/PICT8877.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307717136078130994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3mnLG0oSOfKKE3dhzD_VwfN7Ql6QO-SoeJcLHlbCwKCrkX_i5WZ5yKG1u5h2hSHlmc2D7DP9JKx1f14gngCsZv4nGdSx3k8Wq_h3PCpGumgP9EqltEpMwQhlXWUceFxmwN2BhL5zjFU/s400/PICT8877.JPG" border="0" /></a> and then I back way up, and zoom way in, and take a secret picture of him talking to a neighbor because DANG! My man looks good in uniform.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307717140102081490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4KaI4_aguRaUOmFH2ooZxDr3ENizsn94z5qaHzvAzJAQuOFCBD5dbfyRlcFFiPsEQcbnQHNE5bLxMpT-5Es3SJn8UfihPs3J_v4X3Ofj7r16ukPd4eNqPS9gQgF1NhkSnnLqRoCZVqQ/s400/PICT8879.JPG" border="0" /><br />and Wyatt rarely leaves home with out his dat-do-dee-oh (bat mobile).<br /><div></div></div></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-64595376872331574502009-02-19T11:23:00.003-07:002009-02-19T11:28:53.083-07:00Wyatt finds an apple.Bill had saved me the last apple from the fridge. I kept it in my pocket all day, saving it for an indulgent moment.<br /><br />I put it down on the cedar chest, turned my back...and it met it's fate.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576382648027954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8gkJf5G2k-G4fjEOTdlwmu4avFMS7Fv0mqpIBZNs9ZZ5OLFcw5PASaHTxpBQrdg18ugSSXKzmXIVBKhkAU6syOfOMnO-hRBtHFWrYcHnWbzeRaKTxTonM3q2xsUI2CkKRKLLt28rzsF0/s400/PC120127.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HcVIZCcocaro__FN4gV0-ZsCVRznwdP7QhRSMTjeM5-cVUOn_02CnKtaNK4SZQIlMS-ug41FTLjQMGGzuyhxjmIcXIXUDjsSeUYQVwbgpJNDJf3Dr4tSz7UKpzrXWdxHQ3-U83Is6K4/s1600-h/PC120129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576390464499986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HcVIZCcocaro__FN4gV0-ZsCVRznwdP7QhRSMTjeM5-cVUOn_02CnKtaNK4SZQIlMS-ug41FTLjQMGGzuyhxjmIcXIXUDjsSeUYQVwbgpJNDJf3Dr4tSz7UKpzrXWdxHQ3-U83Is6K4/s400/PC120129.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576375570637682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC_QYrQRhtS7EAtN-6uCfis0eLW_LSdefsb2zgV6tloZgtDXEIF0Nj2y_KNldpp164ODYNs0NGznKQVbzTLQf8z60ex_ojM-GL1ncFe-RuvWZFi8v13TCmmgUuvtCuzljM_bEU2CDCgtc/s400/PC120126.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576369467660002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRs8qa0mot0CDK47-8KBGsB99qzzPtcBZeJkMAkyNM7fs3mQ_y5KE4R9yvnLNmgOb7hLQiAQIJOxIGotrDxuO17zaHmvt33MqgqfMHUJFvZGIO6HkITY6-pqE6Nr0GLxZZrip0BB1VX0M/s400/PC120125.JPG" border="0" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8EIyhc0c_cdOEtBATzGDcAHyUBA_u9FbRw0Yq8803SVgy_ST5KJEu6vu5BzsEM567UE0DLFSLn0vTvnnpyCLdQPK5MiDf-1GNEG6LcBiFyf4bnQ5X7QRda3-M2-Dmhdc-gdTqYe4HCk/s1600-h/PC120128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576391104211858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8EIyhc0c_cdOEtBATzGDcAHyUBA_u9FbRw0Yq8803SVgy_ST5KJEu6vu5BzsEM567UE0DLFSLn0vTvnnpyCLdQPK5MiDf-1GNEG6LcBiFyf4bnQ5X7QRda3-M2-Dmhdc-gdTqYe4HCk/s400/PC120128.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Yes, that is my laundry in the background. You're welcome.<br /><br /><div> </div></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-42945139080253828522009-02-01T18:07:00.001-07:002009-02-10T18:13:24.571-07:00background test<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nAFFcuKQkWekkbfKHyHfm9XOZWlYjr0GohTAcqk6ycyztP11cq1kkuabBMl5fEHaqLzmULqaMtDl1qitMGWwxc35OtTf7QdjI40uyppnwXlldk7agExRyWOoUCItWvT2zT2kAvIbGCo/s1600-h/Blue+Ivy+background.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301340557095830882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nAFFcuKQkWekkbfKHyHfm9XOZWlYjr0GohTAcqk6ycyztP11cq1kkuabBMl5fEHaqLzmULqaMtDl1qitMGWwxc35OtTf7QdjI40uyppnwXlldk7agExRyWOoUCItWvT2zT2kAvIbGCo/s400/Blue+Ivy+background.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />...trying to see if I can figure out how to get this homemade background onto the blog...<br /><div></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-13492749612292601592009-01-30T12:25:00.005-07:002009-01-30T12:44:15.846-07:00Music Junkies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYAx5U7xm-x7hR7CzHuLoaQ6tDAEWQoWLjdK3_C5rOdzm7xJwTCR_3kJmjqyIEsEQ4l7hUUCFxU7lx3RgI9oCED3xaqHUbbEYTTP33Ku1OlpAZMWhOP4F_dDcP6DaBE08qfipRf-wFGc/s1600-h/music+McCrerys.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297173621092050802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYAx5U7xm-x7hR7CzHuLoaQ6tDAEWQoWLjdK3_C5rOdzm7xJwTCR_3kJmjqyIEsEQ4l7hUUCFxU7lx3RgI9oCED3xaqHUbbEYTTP33Ku1OlpAZMWhOP4F_dDcP6DaBE08qfipRf-wFGc/s400/music+McCrerys.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Stepper's Current favorites:</span></div><ol><li><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fleet-Foxes/dp/B0017R5UAA"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Fleet Foxes</span></a></li><br /><li><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The Decemberists</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sufjan Stevens</span></li><br /><li><a href="http://devotchka.net/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Devotchka</span></a></li><br /><li><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sigur Ros</span></li></ol><br /><p><span style="color:#ff6600;">Bill's Current favorites:</span></p><ol><li><a href="http://jandemessemaeker.net/music/bandimages/Sufjan%20Stevens.jpg"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Sufjan Stevens</span></a></li><br /><li><a href="http://www.tvontheradio.com/"><span style="color:#ff9966;">TV on the Radio</span></a></li><br /><li><span style="color:#ff6600;">Devotchka</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#ff6600;">Fleet Foxes</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#ff6600;">Talking Heads</span></li></ol><br /><p><span style="color:#33ffff;">Wyatt's current favorites:</span></p><ol><li><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rockabye-Baby-Lullaby-Renditions-Radiohead/dp/B000GY72KQ/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1233343818&sr=8-1"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Radiohead: Rockabye Baby </span></a></li><br /><li><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=MpUPsxSgYD0C&dq=Bed+Bed+Bed&printsec=frontcover&source=bn&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=7&ct=result"><span style="color:#00cccc;">They Might be Giants: Bed Bed Bed</span></a></li></ol><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297173623321626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4hjzXZ-v2unGVZbqY0cfDQGPKKvR6RhTKPQZD23GuV346r3KUtZBIr0OfYMEf2DKQqpelOSdx4xcjYcMBskR9Ic13jTH4wwJH5NWfpB_QIwF9wQRDxmK_iBaSKMPVNw9GPQXxGFUSFc/s400/headphones+Wyatt.JPG" border="0" /></p>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-4607812405124926622009-01-12T14:00:00.001-07:002009-01-12T14:00:50.703-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY44j0dq-UcPI3lZp9piwccyp-3Du6T57oYGJc9zQc2LksEHpGjU7rGpPcs7bW28msNwek1Df-Gr5KHQopIuCvNp7KecvBDIi4Rb9O4KkRs8NjzEGZXJq-EHRzFYH8CHAiYdbBoMnxn7c/s1600-h/Benefit_Concert_for_Nie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290515120916217762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY44j0dq-UcPI3lZp9piwccyp-3Du6T57oYGJc9zQc2LksEHpGjU7rGpPcs7bW28msNwek1Df-Gr5KHQopIuCvNp7KecvBDIi4Rb9O4KkRs8NjzEGZXJq-EHRzFYH8CHAiYdbBoMnxn7c/s400/Benefit_Concert_for_Nie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-48885639292726083162009-01-02T10:28:00.006-07:002009-03-05T20:43:51.600-07:002009 I welcome you!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz328DE_4x5Hp0k_t5DG09S1a41OjoF-qR7EKqvkYdUv4cYhoCHTL4joeqKoa2Y9bJVQQLO3W4NW7-EaTWBebkISApOdarpG4SUcSaR6izsI4P8WhvuesyVctK0F4sSIFyAArIfQsbIo/s1600-h/McCrery+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755006948844594" style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz328DE_4x5Hp0k_t5DG09S1a41OjoF-qR7EKqvkYdUv4cYhoCHTL4joeqKoa2Y9bJVQQLO3W4NW7-EaTWBebkISApOdarpG4SUcSaR6izsI4P8WhvuesyVctK0F4sSIFyAArIfQsbIo/s400/McCrery+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgAkq6wZ5sUlE7ZOBg-wwK_28HH7EkXfNzk3xYJt5tVnUVToQioNrdudFP15CbUwtYvdZWFSg-ObFbKsJEK87mFaEkV0djYbOrgNWGt9W-hVyi7jO9uG9V_d4LPl7ehVoXYRcBObd3nI/s1600-h/McCrery+3.jpg"></a></p><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">2009, I welcome you! 2008 was quite a ride - moving to a new house, new jobs for both Mr. and Mrs. McCrery, 2 new schools for Mr. McCrery, the END of a job for Mr. McCrery, a MonkeyFish learning to walk and talk (not just sign language, folks! The Bean knows some actual and audible WORDS! the all important ones, like, "uh-oh!", "more" and "cookie". You can see how these three words would be direly important should a cookie fall to the floor. Grandma Tammy also taught him "up", but the Bean performs this one for her only).<br /><br /><br />2008 awarded us our very own historical event when a black man was voted the new President of the United States. </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://newsblogs.chicagotribune.com/news_theswamp/images/obama_time_cover_102306.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">President Obama</span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">, I wish you the best of luck in 2009! I hope that the American People will remember that whether they voted for you or not, you are their President, and deserve their support.<br /><br />2009 marked the moving on of our dearly loved </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/presidents/controllers/potcController.jsp?leader=15&topic=facts"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">President Hinkley </span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">- what a sweet reunion he must have had with his Marjorie! - and the moving into office of our dearly loved </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://newsroom.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/eng/news-releases-stories/thomas-s-monson-named-16th-church-president"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">President Monson.</span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> We LOVE President Monson! The stone rolls on!<br /><br />Here are just a few things that we'll have to look forward to in 2009...<br /></span><ol style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">trip to Cali to visit the</span> </span><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7f/Mickey_Mouse.svg/344px-Mickey_Mouse.svg.png"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">MOUSE</span></a></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Billy gets to go to school FULL TIME! and without the pesky nuisance of a job. Design the heck out of those graphics, my man.</span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">With the help of her new Brother (sewing machine) Stepper will learn how to sew. Mark my words. MARK 'EM!</span><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_ForeColor" title="Text Color" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);SelectColor(this,'ForeColor');ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Text Color" class="gl_color_fg" border="0" /></span></span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">We will welcome our new niece/nephew - baby ________ Adams. My $ is on a boy.</span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">my brother in law Clin-TON will wed his high school sweetheart in the fall.</span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Stepper will train for a marathon. She will first learn what the heck this means.</span></li></ol><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">What's on your list?</span></p>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-47999203293213256492008-12-01T16:10:00.002-07:002008-12-01T16:28:57.192-07:00December<p align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy December to All!</span><br /></span><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFBk0ssIiZPxdTAfNp8D8rvXsJVCVZ4C17BT2Nb2whlE_bjsTUc-2afRV2DpGUzzkue2B1U7CehFwY9werPd9LwMj5QSPkn3iHG6W3gY57qw8MaiJC5At2uS6MC4HHnXskwB78rQxAE4/s1600-h/silent+night+holy+night.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963719549150226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFBk0ssIiZPxdTAfNp8D8rvXsJVCVZ4C17BT2Nb2whlE_bjsTUc-2afRV2DpGUzzkue2B1U7CehFwY9werPd9LwMj5QSPkn3iHG6W3gY57qw8MaiJC5At2uS6MC4HHnXskwB78rQxAE4/s400/silent+night+holy+night.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#660000;">it's december first; and that is a great day. December first means hot chocolate and egg-nog. December first means time to put all the pumpkins in your pocket, and bring out the SNOW PEOPLE! December first means CHRISTMAS MUSIC by</span> <a href="http://www.asthmatickitty.com/music.php?releaseID=63">sufjan stevens</a> <span style="color:#660000;">and the</span> <a href="http://www.mormontabernaclechoir.org/">MO TAB</a>.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">it means time again for my beautiful Willow Tree nativity</span></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlljYkyuJp6R7uQfeh2PNp2IcOoFx-QASbOOQdkz32foWqyfTE2BbKGBnGJLTro2FMjHjoSEYemNXJvFr8sF80IDKWlJel1rcs814mrHbzs6pguobhu_S50TFmFgqliRtZQWbfjA8Pkts/s1600-h/nativity.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963727726234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlljYkyuJp6R7uQfeh2PNp2IcOoFx-QASbOOQdkz32foWqyfTE2BbKGBnGJLTro2FMjHjoSEYemNXJvFr8sF80IDKWlJel1rcs814mrHbzs6pguobhu_S50TFmFgqliRtZQWbfjA8Pkts/s400/nativity.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> given to me by Bill last year on my birthday (he has good taste, does he not?)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">it means it's time for THIS to live in the corner...</span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9f7swm-0_JFsh3FVeLCrxBjeqjdRySlEaQzn11lzYLtWqhpnOsbJN2h_z-9fXGz4YR5rVey9JHcj_dHpo4qjGOwewzwJBl1QHNulhKnz4G4moOf7xUd9I_KZKW_zt7-NyjwtX0N4NNU/s1600-h/o+christmas+tree.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963732970748450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9f7swm-0_JFsh3FVeLCrxBjeqjdRySlEaQzn11lzYLtWqhpnOsbJN2h_z-9fXGz4YR5rVey9JHcj_dHpo4qjGOwewzwJBl1QHNulhKnz4G4moOf7xUd9I_KZKW_zt7-NyjwtX0N4NNU/s400/o+christmas+tree.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#660000;">(if you look close, you can see a couple of carolers that bare a striking resemblance to Mr. McCrery and I - if we lived in a Charles Dickens novel)</span><br /></span><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1ZFX0J9Tuz3HS1t2h942skNAt6PllCL5D6QG-PidnfXfm41YGHIq2ks8z1H3P2RFPZnbd5YFtH-L1GOwBXHJuTktSTdqlLT_Ma3Wf_ZsQGL-8n3zjDl399Pt0U3HA2cnkRakZCts1YI/s1600-h/carolers.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963735499578562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1ZFX0J9Tuz3HS1t2h942skNAt6PllCL5D6QG-PidnfXfm41YGHIq2ks8z1H3P2RFPZnbd5YFtH-L1GOwBXHJuTktSTdqlLT_Ma3Wf_ZsQGL-8n3zjDl399Pt0U3HA2cnkRakZCts1YI/s400/carolers.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">...and the stockings were hung at the bookcase with care.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963748497898162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_Sx7hGHp_my4Ye-70WR5KGO1Fz9TB1mLlk77lzhEEjMxaIK7o0dwwIGTQzXzVMGerHcoC-13eHMDGI_O_RgMTdbaV-J-4qu7K4SyqDHF5U47aACB9di9hwv_gNK5-tLC2ApdC7SGGQU/s400/stockings+hung+with+care.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color:#660000;">in hopes that some day, we'll have a mantel of our very own.</span></div><span style="color:#660000;"></span><span style="color:#660000;">HAPPY DECEMBER EVERYBODY!</span>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-19552028043173234022008-11-24T22:26:00.007-07:002008-11-24T22:53:43.011-07:00Wyatt McCrery, Age One<div align="center">Thanks to a lot of help from some very important people, Wyatt's FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY was a completely AWESOME TIME!</div><div></div><div align="center">Some of the awesomeness included (in no particular order)...</div><div></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzW7ACTa_ZRPechskTh4yBYq2oCtWM0M6-8PI_m9bwd_c6HnqDe_23XbfOR2GuXtguQM2116OAUQUtriv6fbEkz0MoGJ3xiLy-clP6WKXgP8ZLo6RSzKTqR_ccerc3puUQhl1ec16AUwk/s1600-h/PB220053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464086993781266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzW7ACTa_ZRPechskTh4yBYq2oCtWM0M6-8PI_m9bwd_c6HnqDe_23XbfOR2GuXtguQM2116OAUQUtriv6fbEkz0MoGJ3xiLy-clP6WKXgP8ZLo6RSzKTqR_ccerc3puUQhl1ec16AUwk/s400/PB220053.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wyatt giving a good whack to his first pinata (perhaps taking some revenge out on the elusive bathtime rubber ducky? That thing swims FAST!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-baauU3icPSlxAWhwmT6y7frUvBQmjhgWd5ExAgkO7p30_60ryX9XzZQYdep9zzyXRxXqqvQpUdkUWU7HRbZXhOGTO3bKL-ZzNDoNPj-rmzo5t8jQ2Xt-Um9LLhPwWhP9LLPqyjPXyi4/s1600-h/PB220028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464084590095170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-baauU3icPSlxAWhwmT6y7frUvBQmjhgWd5ExAgkO7p30_60ryX9XzZQYdep9zzyXRxXqqvQpUdkUWU7HRbZXhOGTO3bKL-ZzNDoNPj-rmzo5t8jQ2Xt-Um9LLhPwWhP9LLPqyjPXyi4/s400/PB220028.JPG" border="0" /></a> The beautiful Ms. Megan D. at the Fish Pond.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_kTVl0e0bxVQxAa8Vv_fAyLHDVUbH-f8fNN_0CjkPZkzDeBYZOPtoCZFgEyuGQYuwYbQcTCMMBPxffNYbaykTXuzme_WmpZajzKO0BcXViDd_QRd6zHUQVEqVHSpwJx951xf_uLRLq8/s1600-h/PB220015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464079158178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_kTVl0e0bxVQxAa8Vv_fAyLHDVUbH-f8fNN_0CjkPZkzDeBYZOPtoCZFgEyuGQYuwYbQcTCMMBPxffNYbaykTXuzme_WmpZajzKO0BcXViDd_QRd6zHUQVEqVHSpwJx951xf_uLRLq8/s400/PB220015.JPG" border="0" /></a> My wonderful ChimChim working her frosting mojo behind the scenes (Seriously, Ali! Could NOT have done this without you!!!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eFHQNfwqEPhnnVQpfb69yriDnL6iDCXHzPW3cgO5UEIeqUcn5qWC4JQZZ2Ps8-UxIGOvQRDHePIVUCp6sEeHfsVDcw4rAwmoHK2UEL70aB_TmDrNaXyxTRm5lkahiH4OT9CMA2ykQc0/s1600-h/PB220006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464074814868274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eFHQNfwqEPhnnVQpfb69yriDnL6iDCXHzPW3cgO5UEIeqUcn5qWC4JQZZ2Ps8-UxIGOvQRDHePIVUCp6sEeHfsVDcw4rAwmoHK2UEL70aB_TmDrNaXyxTRm5lkahiH4OT9CMA2ykQc0/s400/PB220006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ryder trying out the "Drag Racing" booth<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawJUdugtCoSzyiwLdfdxSCU-_wY3al1MQABDVwac3r0axVm6oIkF1REjGgICBLbMJdCShv5VowyRIEZ3ynQBONprRUAuLRdBvEd_hmSzb3XbNpgLb_htqyovPxjet5XjPj_AMVY3K2Zw/s1600-h/PB220005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464071650305794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawJUdugtCoSzyiwLdfdxSCU-_wY3al1MQABDVwac3r0axVm6oIkF1REjGgICBLbMJdCShv5VowyRIEZ3ynQBONprRUAuLRdBvEd_hmSzb3XbNpgLb_htqyovPxjet5XjPj_AMVY3K2Zw/s400/PB220005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Annika showing Noah how it's done at the "Sharp Shooter" booth</div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272466432976787186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHsW0168g1oxq4Ymv7Me0Y1L_pktGNr-iDhT0wYhpUpM_5Y1ZeuGw6vgmLHZH9xHJUcSM2Fj97emCQB1_01ruKMW9BPLNsYLnQrUmQlkzTTDIWFcDq1TsDQEucyY3m5wWLzJWBuHGtww/s400/PB220097.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Kenya and her ladybug reward for visiting the face-painting booth</div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272466415881997346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-HIywWP3Xld9obBZV_HLOxdvnJ5iiYl5AnljeP1ttqlJihvjwdCo0FHFM1DD54pyNZL5fWm0vlb-k1BFMPLPavLN45uYymejl5HnF5qykd-ldQwIT9En1ySuEKA8QprX29-RKr9x8oQ/s400/PB220023.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Grandma Becky, Grandpa Boyd, and studly Kale watch the chaos from a safe distance</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272466430765807650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6YbXtRL3jLAiYAk-d0DpLT17MeHecvuGxAKQOR-doU3kdno4DJgfxqKB8FGp9Ayve8VzsGZotQVJa_T_IRunrSTMLLTx89eQA6GRb5HCouhl9t3wrBUd8Y4o1Sgga-1c_U7eOopzL20/s400/PB220101.JPG" border="0" />the loot (Savannah shows Wyatt "like this!")<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272466425422290482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRwwrgaIxLSAXYbi4CiFeZaTh_hRZSMgpN1KZPJcXiwz3b0OzHGVSuw4crhrEvMg7NK427rxjAVAZR5s6R3-6AJN2HWnrynTkwKzPCyg7ubB_xewUNVrZpDv7p3d3Ss7TGa4OQvXKZ2w/s400/PB220072.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>enjoying the red velvet cake (still being a bit dainty at this point)</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272466410544873922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9A9K_JF6wYXR3NjqR-OK1N-9BUt61M-J5r88FD9fEFV2kxJwdN8FdOIu23kXy6F9Dr6NOAG_f8gwTqNd5beMgcCChtYqK3NEESXQNTRu2m63DNwNib9DIPYSQ-u9hUzvirCNBuo4kcY/s400/PB220047.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div>an exhausted birthday boy</div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Wyatt would like to say something to everyone who helped and to everyone who came to his party...</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272467245727298258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVuGYe-4ebfrmHbLk2sxBC4NsbWGVudEgfdok74x051ArzdGtCNFDbq7AvfCO8Pzic1u8lns_aJG0rojD1jBYlnuBVabaz_SZMV73Sv6c338RlklVphnQkgpz_9y09b6fMsmZ58jZDnM/s400/PB230151.JPG" border="0" />(did you catch that?) </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">for more carnival footage, go </span><a href="http://stepperwashere.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span><br /></a><div></div></div></div></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-74685027288377680572008-11-18T16:36:00.005-07:002008-11-18T16:55:25.605-07:00Supa Saturday<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146400156882066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bgO3kk6D6_i2fcVf6kwzafN9hEN4cToywToSq6NXoa8E1R-jRgX_ela-2MeFCDdlrwopZv1vKLlDmvSZI-vuGy7XeWVZcPo3C6IirIZ94LxqtuoLXNGYphm-EIkQzHozcvvPxd7Ky1E/s400/workin'+ladies+copy.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Last Saturday for the S.F. 11th ward was certainly SUPER!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Heather Hunt (always happy) had fun stories.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146018865021490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tY30l4ZxzNSqVnnQIO7dJU4PyKl515smmqAxgmUEFYI3lB08Y8VKMc-1-0C3bde1nS_LVRu9S8kM0j148zul5Fmm3nOMd7MBqnH0EZgyjBuEg9rh_zGVCdnb9LRaZzYOEu1D25LxhQ8/s400/heather+telling+funny+stories.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGBe0PT0F6GVmykPFM8mktZQp5IoIoJzel_fBu4BD10NcxlDNYrF8CzJqDKB_Zsce1pWBeT41V2Tu_rIL5sWCk9JKUwmV2H6Dt79GEtfC95x_V9GMAv3S21RxkhAJbXtKmd5yAQQYenA/s1600-h/sweet+anne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146398539121186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGBe0PT0F6GVmykPFM8mktZQp5IoIoJzel_fBu4BD10NcxlDNYrF8CzJqDKB_Zsce1pWBeT41V2Tu_rIL5sWCk9JKUwmV2H6Dt79GEtfC95x_V9GMAv3S21RxkhAJbXtKmd5yAQQYenA/s400/sweet+anne.jpg" border="0" /></a> our beautiful Anne working on an i-spy pillow - one might presume it is for 9 month old hunk Teristan...but it might be for Cody.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiL1d4FgxuG3Trhu9QvrEDPkvG3yxhpC8K37CEnyzmFWTglrTD10Gecsy5LnrxQgqf2vr_IZh-kZ9Y2_I-3zIuESpV-hBM11RWR16Wya9B8o418h5AeFay6ElTz5MY47cvcjpsWgYjlrw/s1600-h/Robyn+and+Kristy+dish.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146393771897058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiL1d4FgxuG3Trhu9QvrEDPkvG3yxhpC8K37CEnyzmFWTglrTD10Gecsy5LnrxQgqf2vr_IZh-kZ9Y2_I-3zIuESpV-hBM11RWR16Wya9B8o418h5AeFay6ElTz5MY47cvcjpsWgYjlrw/s400/Robyn+and+Kristy+dish.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kristy and Robyn dish...over a beautiful quilt they are making for the Humanitarian Project.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0N9gJXVuRIKtrAUHLEJmswiYvGtPnyMwZC3zI_PvQOtYCyEN1lw3ja_CWVK2ATIxX_QcdCBNvKirN8R7k4BlQmuz289R6weDzMBsMmXm0P1nxlK4m3Fqw53OCXCq6slkKsC5jg2guvo/s1600-h/gals.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146396146319874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0N9gJXVuRIKtrAUHLEJmswiYvGtPnyMwZC3zI_PvQOtYCyEN1lw3ja_CWVK2ATIxX_QcdCBNvKirN8R7k4BlQmuz289R6weDzMBsMmXm0P1nxlK4m3Fqw53OCXCq6slkKsC5jg2guvo/s400/gals.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I have no idea who's children these are, but they are a treat!</div><div></div><div>Bill ran the Nursery - and was the best Nursery worker EVER.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146014883033954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD3mPcfHc83oVRqG0sDBYqJv_xE8TCP8XyF0yLFGRpfaF4LyIfnC-XYofPxlUnSy00CR3AtBFJ-hPJRXRFGqkd4ChNbXCTdpxI_uPoKe42KHaf9TAmMAxQlEfETbf3R4pLdcqaRQBW__g/s400/billy+runs+nursery.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujIlWGihf4rQPlxCbHGMlJL9cPeMAilYVQ__GGAJOTBT4qMI8461nezkgbt6mOt3RdFp0JWfQsx1IXjqJv8hhDvCRWMOnXVTT0GtVCotFffAeK1x86kD1h_zTvoGQJ1-fK25eW6jJRT4/s1600-h/wyatt+plays+with+the+boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146403266945042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujIlWGihf4rQPlxCbHGMlJL9cPeMAilYVQ__GGAJOTBT4qMI8461nezkgbt6mOt3RdFp0JWfQsx1IXjqJv8hhDvCRWMOnXVTT0GtVCotFffAeK1x86kD1h_zTvoGQJ1-fK25eW6jJRT4/s400/wyatt+plays+with+the+boys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wyatt plays with friends in the nursery - and mom tries to pretend not to think about how many dirty little hands have played with those toys in days gone by...<br /></div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI44rexgqimX3MVWfJ7vEWKlERPUfNBxjLdjf1oVbFxXUyXfWUTgJUbFc2wrQqR3H4NdTNGqagpcaT75-Uu8ZPL0KYKrZVGGBmYsQaLaj5WoQcrq2sewFyLg7DhqCDem29DHhHagwY55Y/s1600-h/fabulous+RS+prez.jpg">our fabulous RS prez - a powerful combo of good sense, kind heart, and fabulous fashion.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146019300877986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI44rexgqimX3MVWfJ7vEWKlERPUfNBxjLdjf1oVbFxXUyXfWUTgJUbFc2wrQqR3H4NdTNGqagpcaT75-Uu8ZPL0KYKrZVGGBmYsQaLaj5WoQcrq2sewFyLg7DhqCDem29DHhHagwY55Y/s400/fabulous+RS+prez.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuEgjd6HpeSRd3UpI5NtNF9ABGmGW1EIXlb_IYMLgQZx4EGDFNZ2b1fWVf2MrRtbbu_uxvUyQtHyv29LCyKycsmR1EW-JUlGnkFXrGoVKv38W7ql2aVjxBhjbNcLmlIYS28EFDRrEd04/s1600-h/bill+the+comfortor,+ben+the+entertainer+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146008255652930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuEgjd6HpeSRd3UpI5NtNF9ABGmGW1EIXlb_IYMLgQZx4EGDFNZ2b1fWVf2MrRtbbu_uxvUyQtHyv29LCyKycsmR1EW-JUlGnkFXrGoVKv38W7ql2aVjxBhjbNcLmlIYS28EFDRrEd04/s400/bill+the+comfortor,+ben+the+entertainer+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Jen and Hillary - aren't they striking?</span><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzwTrJ5_iHU6ZQgtlIEEkDCSR6SlYkoV2n3gJ4t_FXg5kwfwHWYSrjKiFrzwnGn6cEFC7rrZxuRZ5ps2MmuBuUzpRUTItcjZ9B8GEh7a8R61DA9_PJ29SZ6AlnyFK60wUypMqeDK-jvU/s1600-h/beauties.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146006168661794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzwTrJ5_iHU6ZQgtlIEEkDCSR6SlYkoV2n3gJ4t_FXg5kwfwHWYSrjKiFrzwnGn6cEFC7rrZxuRZ5ps2MmuBuUzpRUTItcjZ9B8GEh7a8R61DA9_PJ29SZ6AlnyFK60wUypMqeDK-jvU/s400/beauties.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Someone once told me that they couldn't tell me apart from Hillary, this gorgeous red-head here. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">Imagine the thrill!</span> <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-18640646975413791262008-11-01T22:41:00.004-06:002008-11-01T23:31:56.970-06:00The Great NorthwestWe had SO much fun in Seattle - everything was so beautiful with all the fall colors and the cool, crisp air....At the end of the week, we didn't want to leave! We had a great time staying with our gracious hosts the Hansen family (my aunt and uncle and cousin Alex), and seeing our new niece Peyton (Bill's brother's first!), and seeing all our family and friends, Amaze Entertainment, the restaurants we've missed, and the gorgeous, GORGEOUS treeeees!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoYxz-uQRiy4JzhQrltVKN55T-ql0QcVgjis8l-1rWlVM-6e_E7Rk53WtSU45pmN2TdEM28fFF5wJgN9BxluHPx7r91cB6qNmb4mvpBbjMOZR8h55nVGDFVA6ti_r6xDFszByhfG8RMs/s1600-h/nekkid+wyatt+takes+the+wheel.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoYxz-uQRiy4JzhQrltVKN55T-ql0QcVgjis8l-1rWlVM-6e_E7Rk53WtSU45pmN2TdEM28fFF5wJgN9BxluHPx7r91cB6qNmb4mvpBbjMOZR8h55nVGDFVA6ti_r6xDFszByhfG8RMs/s400/nekkid+wyatt+takes+the+wheel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922886629175458" /></a>Wyatt decides to spell Mom and Dad during the 13 hour drive to Seattle and takes the wheel...only to get pulled over for indecent exposure.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuxwbeK-pLfIvNDhLl5ewUG0zxNsR2sFz7iuyX3m9zyrRp3TxzWWxP6to3Gaeh57qXg6lEIal9garTJYdCFxtuwEpnoJ3T3506fE-pe2DIQx3X4GPlOzXcvCmB19MxFOoAWjRnrMsuP6k/s1600-h/cousins!.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuxwbeK-pLfIvNDhLl5ewUG0zxNsR2sFz7iuyX3m9zyrRp3TxzWWxP6to3Gaeh57qXg6lEIal9garTJYdCFxtuwEpnoJ3T3506fE-pe2DIQx3X4GPlOzXcvCmB19MxFOoAWjRnrMsuP6k/s400/cousins!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922863010285522" /></a>Wyatt, meet your new cousin, Peyton! Yes, she's an actual person who's smaller than you! No, you may not toss her to see if she bounces.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWO_976MD0lJ4ys1u1-0RS58kHsWi_sJMwdb7iE2F_zcKtvwb2Dzr5pZ0IQbyfCZfYmgKpC07fjtvkYXamPfAeB3fhPrCk2oZasSNiIUVbUUp0M3P09rPdGXLZv0kP9i0354BVqx4jlU/s1600-h/best+game+ever.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWO_976MD0lJ4ys1u1-0RS58kHsWi_sJMwdb7iE2F_zcKtvwb2Dzr5pZ0IQbyfCZfYmgKpC07fjtvkYXamPfAeB3fhPrCk2oZasSNiIUVbUUp0M3P09rPdGXLZv0kP9i0354BVqx4jlU/s400/best+game+ever.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922215327371986" /></a>Uncle Brian knows the BEST games! He probably brought this one home from when he served overseas...looks like a toned down version of a "we have ways to make 'em talk" method.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15iQQQSKMD_3pOJX8_UJXxlcu1JfK8x-2rvFOFofQAT2vwd-5fYZ9TLbr5sgepEIfu7ySPJmEMyjx3lbhCH4M8KfnvjVSM4ltxZ1JtO7MawWmfdH2qXWKEFKFpND1nBFPAw-rEIWc6-Y/s1600-h/October+138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15iQQQSKMD_3pOJX8_UJXxlcu1JfK8x-2rvFOFofQAT2vwd-5fYZ9TLbr5sgepEIfu7ySPJmEMyjx3lbhCH4M8KfnvjVSM4ltxZ1JtO7MawWmfdH2qXWKEFKFpND1nBFPAw-rEIWc6-Y/s400/October+138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263923464589832866" /></a>Some of our favorite people...Hailey, Uncle Gary, Spencer, Aunt Shirley.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeRK031g2Ou8DXSXe8rCClwKOm-NHyq4rVeCkDBy_NQ99cRiJX1BovrfrYMzj2WgiOinnhUDmP4RRY3sHITt3KmbXYJ_7P3pYG5ha0QTY9XPXFwLRXB1dLcIIQwJ_JhTeN03QWbz-2D0/s1600-h/shiver+me+timbers!.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeRK031g2Ou8DXSXe8rCClwKOm-NHyq4rVeCkDBy_NQ99cRiJX1BovrfrYMzj2WgiOinnhUDmP4RRY3sHITt3KmbXYJ_7P3pYG5ha0QTY9XPXFwLRXB1dLcIIQwJ_JhTeN03QWbz-2D0/s400/shiver+me+timbers!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263923462061190018" /></a>A place to rest our weary bones at the SEATTLE AQUARIUM! SOOO cool. Wyatt was in HEAVEN!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXeK1lLpWokP7bnC8Ys0ZeYGPemZljsLA0f2G_pBfhp5l5XGe0fUBj5b5zUOAZZKBob-8AeUH9r_8yddoGC_3-wqwueEEcshyYLjQfYb3kFWQ1RA3cAZQi-bZ3q_Qy62q5dYRamapOlc/s1600-h/fish+fish!.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXeK1lLpWokP7bnC8Ys0ZeYGPemZljsLA0f2G_pBfhp5l5XGe0fUBj5b5zUOAZZKBob-8AeUH9r_8yddoGC_3-wqwueEEcshyYLjQfYb3kFWQ1RA3cAZQi-bZ3q_Qy62q5dYRamapOlc/s400/fish+fish!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922874043574754" /></a>Wyatt invites his new friend to c'mon and get in his boat, fish fish!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCrpjOjsKnO9jS8lZXakXt7W5QlwVjisXKIhGCtpiQad9dZ945RIJzcRFF-pq5ScRurnoSmSyip4_uHCTFp4tYWhH-U6163OjlPupqgwJhZPo0g-0HDLrGSo3lezTBIDZqyQy2-VEm2I/s1600-h/Peyton+019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCrpjOjsKnO9jS8lZXakXt7W5QlwVjisXKIhGCtpiQad9dZ945RIJzcRFF-pq5ScRurnoSmSyip4_uHCTFp4tYWhH-U6163OjlPupqgwJhZPo0g-0HDLrGSo3lezTBIDZqyQy2-VEm2I/s400/Peyton+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263923467983742434" /></a>Dad is being eaten by a giant octopus. Wyatt is nonplussed (but bursts into tears in about three seconds. Two...one...)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtLkqrIqQ9_cS4-gvhSHJL2Xjglw_sWqzITN9sUzfsln60SQLJkay5qbb5Ujz7MN11fcRAdkcsIA7-2k0NUzcK9NKW1KcTfiN4b7mZpGl-KwhmasOS_xtDBoQpo8GQj-EuDpHPhjuaP4/s1600-h/cutest+cousins.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtLkqrIqQ9_cS4-gvhSHJL2Xjglw_sWqzITN9sUzfsln60SQLJkay5qbb5Ujz7MN11fcRAdkcsIA7-2k0NUzcK9NKW1KcTfiN4b7mZpGl-KwhmasOS_xtDBoQpo8GQj-EuDpHPhjuaP4/s400/cutest+cousins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922868976667410" /></a>Wyatt and Heather's two girls, Zoe and Phoebe - officially the cutest little girls (older than one month, of course, Peyton!) on the planet.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXO6ij6sejzNvKjbpmzkytd5aMwN62ug2vPfIhyEYl0nJDXquS5_9XDEEI32hLjm2Xn0sixOlnm_UxOpMxNC2kmf_9xKvtbYZCjIXpooHrove0U23RwJzEqAEsBHYPESWNoA6MXv5o08/s1600-h/me+and+my+new+niece.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXO6ij6sejzNvKjbpmzkytd5aMwN62ug2vPfIhyEYl0nJDXquS5_9XDEEI32hLjm2Xn0sixOlnm_UxOpMxNC2kmf_9xKvtbYZCjIXpooHrove0U23RwJzEqAEsBHYPESWNoA6MXv5o08/s400/me+and+my+new+niece.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922878911397954" /></a>my new niece...so small, so warm, so perfect. I asked if I could keep her and I think Amy probably said yes, but she was distracted. And then I forgot her. So they'll have to mail her to me.Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-90942866515763955472008-10-21T16:21:00.003-06:002008-10-21T16:27:51.999-06:00McCrerys Go to Washington<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6eAtSUl2E9R40PAVgqkGonHrQNI_Y9my_aENm0Bmt29Eefyvmlh22j2yLKxKFjy7tnY22aVOy7kOx0JQ3ppHXjl5zgWCWfQQHptio3aozbmdZdprlkVgzAbrJIvXGqFQQ8lZZqMEbE4/s1600-h/SeattleSkylineMorning200607.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6eAtSUl2E9R40PAVgqkGonHrQNI_Y9my_aENm0Bmt29Eefyvmlh22j2yLKxKFjy7tnY22aVOy7kOx0JQ3ppHXjl5zgWCWfQQHptio3aozbmdZdprlkVgzAbrJIvXGqFQQ8lZZqMEbE4/s400/SeattleSkylineMorning200607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259736101018250898" /></a><br /><br />We are headed to the GREAT NORTHWEST in the wee hours of Thursday morning - and I am noodley with excitement. I have to be honest, I have missed Washington with a vengeance. I am so excited to introduce the most wonderful place on earth to my little MonkeyFish!<br /><br />Things I'm looking forward to doing:<br />- Meeting the new niece Peyton! (the reason for the trip)<br />- Seeing the Hansen Family! Getting a fix of Aunt Shellie.<br />- Seeing family and friends that hail from there<br />- Pike Place Market<br />- Izumi!<br />- Cactus!<br />- Wandering the piers!<br />- Zoos and Aquariums!<br />- Trader Joes! must stock up on couscous<br />- Whole Foods Market! You haven't been 'til you've seen the one in Redmond.<br />- visiting Amaze Entertainment and showing off my offspring to my old co-workers who only knew him as the expanding tummy-bump<br />- RUNNING AROUND IN THE RAIN!!!Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-33616161771311297772008-10-09T11:32:00.002-06:002008-10-09T11:42:28.075-06:00Ward HALLOWEEN party!Kickin' off one of the best holidays EVER with a smashing ward halloween party!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmPeDTCWSkpgn9Yp4x-UeIdUjktQ5OUUYPTfBBIxJwUa-rYXU2cDb0S7pES5Rq9xYZ2edo1BIq1CSoXQq4UDzYRLINiD4GsEh5b6HAJYvCbaqYWlyekq9gXRv7IXzzq7m7mfF6EotEVc/s1600-h/the+dragon,+the+dark+knight,+and+her+faithful+steed.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmPeDTCWSkpgn9Yp4x-UeIdUjktQ5OUUYPTfBBIxJwUa-rYXU2cDb0S7pES5Rq9xYZ2edo1BIq1CSoXQq4UDzYRLINiD4GsEh5b6HAJYvCbaqYWlyekq9gXRv7IXzzq7m7mfF6EotEVc/s400/the+dragon,+the+dark+knight,+and+her+faithful+steed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255209294321493890" /></a>The Dragon, the Dark Knight, and her Faithful Steed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRDzEoOja02-pCXU3vqf4TZIvoOBI3MzkfRBd032WtSGo-5xFoCVvMImmQiTF4uafryAd6p6y-H0saht7xtX9SdqMghriMQe2Q04kba_tu99_KF5_JQV6QJouzCcusb5Qbjv1eEKVeWI/s1600-h/fearsome+beast!.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRDzEoOja02-pCXU3vqf4TZIvoOBI3MzkfRBd032WtSGo-5xFoCVvMImmQiTF4uafryAd6p6y-H0saht7xtX9SdqMghriMQe2Q04kba_tu99_KF5_JQV6QJouzCcusb5Qbjv1eEKVeWI/s400/fearsome+beast!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255209299865954706" /></a>A fearsome beastie!<br />Honestly, the best part for me was watching my little dragon's tail waddle back and forth as he crawled around with all the other kids. He was just SO excited to be there!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyL7tkDGLge3z9lavNGKOKyFvwBITKTLb2Dw9JAHzWpdq_tbYTB_5Ylz7atrUbX-M4sIwfC3zEmfrK1m9vbgv9SM8GyFMSDZy0vve0XHjbKo_c7Hrd3n-4evJX1jgopjILQR8pdtxzPk/s1600-h/dragon+and+monkey.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyL7tkDGLge3z9lavNGKOKyFvwBITKTLb2Dw9JAHzWpdq_tbYTB_5Ylz7atrUbX-M4sIwfC3zEmfrK1m9vbgv9SM8GyFMSDZy0vve0XHjbKo_c7Hrd3n-4evJX1jgopjILQR8pdtxzPk/s400/dragon+and+monkey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255209303777382722" /></a>Who says Dragons and Monkeys can't be friends?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCybagtjKLmah7q6GcVPAJuD9TIy8rGSOxEmJOMePKdFJxh-eEx7oNqpQiCawrXtcxgw5kRr7onsfD1XvxnzB_rgDZwhw8_ClTYQsMxzQl2pOzhHtbk0B3JMz5C7CmBGFtMkPM7QN2RA/s1600-h/quite+a+party!.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCybagtjKLmah7q6GcVPAJuD9TIy8rGSOxEmJOMePKdFJxh-eEx7oNqpQiCawrXtcxgw5kRr7onsfD1XvxnzB_rgDZwhw8_ClTYQsMxzQl2pOzhHtbk0B3JMz5C7CmBGFtMkPM7QN2RA/s400/quite+a+party!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255209307694716738" /></a>It was quite a party!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTdGzsbcKseRQTHz8a38jgZ0X9qtBYxyUuRksMzQDSeh5x-XtDW2WvdutOuqpbcy1OCXNXONQy1uEZZq02C1g2hVilK_1YwoIIHcc_wKcJqe_gMvrc0Ngfb63bOVurk7gka9tCpL_glA/s1600-h/dragon's+loot.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTdGzsbcKseRQTHz8a38jgZ0X9qtBYxyUuRksMzQDSeh5x-XtDW2WvdutOuqpbcy1OCXNXONQy1uEZZq02C1g2hVilK_1YwoIIHcc_wKcJqe_gMvrc0Ngfb63bOVurk7gka9tCpL_glA/s400/dragon's+loot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255209305941530418" /></a>The Dragon's lootStepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-9495116466564933942008-09-29T11:49:00.007-06:002008-09-29T12:03:35.591-06:00ZOO!We loved the Zoo! None of us had been there in SO LONG - so we were gratified to see that they still had elephants and giraffes. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDN4TCv8YyVo4_y7c0-yZGncKiwcKtiLhlL8XhbODMk5ASp2a-WMsS9nw0dwzFI8B3TRJJDajlB3cT9_5roA8Mv66w9p2Bd_gEVx6YjT2_ANEmSKR9WupeaRY0BUVXsxjFB6ZRB3a6WTo/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDN4TCv8YyVo4_y7c0-yZGncKiwcKtiLhlL8XhbODMk5ASp2a-WMsS9nw0dwzFI8B3TRJJDajlB3cT9_5roA8Mv66w9p2Bd_gEVx6YjT2_ANEmSKR9WupeaRY0BUVXsxjFB6ZRB3a6WTo/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502206829942434" /></a>Bill points out the tiny monkeys to Wyatt (who liked watching the people as much as the animals).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XCT9La3FRjFo6rszQjntXIiqOQDgYQiHjRWXj-98a4K33HLa4XGAet6NXv5YHstRkRW5HsuQQIJLsoB7GvdOhakAa5uJVm-5pXzOOZLWuNHxfU9O2ysY2yTshWobUpoaCTIHhywR_X4/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+200.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XCT9La3FRjFo6rszQjntXIiqOQDgYQiHjRWXj-98a4K33HLa4XGAet6NXv5YHstRkRW5HsuQQIJLsoB7GvdOhakAa5uJVm-5pXzOOZLWuNHxfU9O2ysY2yTshWobUpoaCTIHhywR_X4/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502397468302962" /></a>Cute Ali sister, leading our crazy bunch.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanNR1ntR7jxWG1Ur7LK8g1Nkj4tHVS1c0fIUjMux4sPfFgwnvNZ5MQBb27E5Olp77dJkM3zk1ZMRIM9khsEQx0oc3HHsd2vfTS7eGGwWj9cRH8amhH20AaAEvM8EcrlDrQHdbUcWcdho/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+201.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanNR1ntR7jxWG1Ur7LK8g1Nkj4tHVS1c0fIUjMux4sPfFgwnvNZ5MQBb27E5Olp77dJkM3zk1ZMRIM9khsEQx0oc3HHsd2vfTS7eGGwWj9cRH8amhH20AaAEvM8EcrlDrQHdbUcWcdho/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502720683511922" /></a>Steve adjusts his distinguished army beret - He had come straight from training. He got free admission in those duds, and they don't even offer a military discount! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSKuZ56-dgymHarzKPbX0DAMGm12gSUq76JwXV-31yh9DOIvLSx2lD3JNQLQa5rXUvbGKysbj3gHc7M5YZdYR7oAIDewfX5hBm-kmL_u7dTM4Uytd7xYWDylh9atKYxIZ7zjRSHcas2Q/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSKuZ56-dgymHarzKPbX0DAMGm12gSUq76JwXV-31yh9DOIvLSx2lD3JNQLQa5rXUvbGKysbj3gHc7M5YZdYR7oAIDewfX5hBm-kmL_u7dTM4Uytd7xYWDylh9atKYxIZ7zjRSHcas2Q/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503148722712594" /></a>Ali makes friends with a bear.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bdXVulba-iPkWowf0lqEPUg_fWVBwX1-q7I5QJGCrLf-F7wqebnjdOqejvE5kx9m_0-HFCPIQVhttFEDgFhwzcydpRU2dejHmRKDMZ7gESM6uli3qgJshXEw198zf8ldK9AN1qyM3jQ/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+202.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bdXVulba-iPkWowf0lqEPUg_fWVBwX1-q7I5QJGCrLf-F7wqebnjdOqejvE5kx9m_0-HFCPIQVhttFEDgFhwzcydpRU2dejHmRKDMZ7gESM6uli3qgJshXEw198zf8ldK9AN1qyM3jQ/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502910037593250" /></a>Dad and Wyatt check out the tortoise that was as big as a tuff-shed. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnCNhJLOihRFtVm2h4MsvYccjCObM_y1a8kpO2PbqLzvj3xq-iKw7DnIRs5t6zINIDOOJiEduLmw6cCEf7RyvkFgC06rQD3_hRzi8n7_2hp_-8I8VCZawS-yqzLoBXVHvmCxIhFBhOro/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+220.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnCNhJLOihRFtVm2h4MsvYccjCObM_y1a8kpO2PbqLzvj3xq-iKw7DnIRs5t6zINIDOOJiEduLmw6cCEf7RyvkFgC06rQD3_hRzi8n7_2hp_-8I8VCZawS-yqzLoBXVHvmCxIhFBhOro/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503323242670354" /></a>At the bird show - SO FUN! There were tiny and giant birds flying RIGHT over our heads the entire show! A falcon nearly took Bill's head off!Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6999207684171148289.post-78299344840341396862008-09-29T11:36:00.003-06:002008-09-29T11:49:27.636-06:00A Day OffBill got out of his work conference early one Friday, and we decided to spend the day in SLC! We had a picnic at sugarhouse park where Wyatt got to play on the swings and in the grass! Stepper found a Whole Foods Market which made her day, but made her miss Seattle, and Bill bought some smoked cheese! It was a GREAT day! Even the part where we ate at the worst Mexican food restaurant we've ever been to on the Whole Foods check-out girls recommendation. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8K6ApG5VYQmjg5eYVmFYAKvGucK0lFne3yxs6EuX1-ePgH5st5xy-jcnMlfgNc9nw5eKh3tzJ6wLW0pB6FBa2590GWAkbolcK-bbYXAD3NT6bqMuzY5-uY8PHF72FiIKwZdCIW-scRPo/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8K6ApG5VYQmjg5eYVmFYAKvGucK0lFne3yxs6EuX1-ePgH5st5xy-jcnMlfgNc9nw5eKh3tzJ6wLW0pB6FBa2590GWAkbolcK-bbYXAD3NT6bqMuzY5-uY8PHF72FiIKwZdCIW-scRPo/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251499499158615250" /></a><br />It's unclear who likes swinging more - Stepper or Wyatt.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga47F02R9bUyVspdDTaOnOxAUs0ymqvo8N7aiRPGJELgSpaKapUs21LrJPbs78Iq1Y328ZzLmduY_DrIwKeRL4D-ou9sEzYcwQKArJxdU_HlxwZ9BCbEmsZN8gAZw41Tc-LN-lv7Tnw2w/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+177.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga47F02R9bUyVspdDTaOnOxAUs0ymqvo8N7aiRPGJELgSpaKapUs21LrJPbs78Iq1Y328ZzLmduY_DrIwKeRL4D-ou9sEzYcwQKArJxdU_HlxwZ9BCbEmsZN8gAZw41Tc-LN-lv7Tnw2w/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251500126509408930" /></a><br />Wyatt loves to swing - he would do it for hours if he could.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkW0FPKahR0jcfRD5rSlWSWFISP8rXODXQRMLJX4bP13qPCQv6zpQiLGblYa9UbnW3bA2NXBJ8k7dQvhvLb6ylmhC7GuPAngrlmAILx87pel5W0kT4n1bCG48Q8Gw3nm6GOx8q0CqLwE/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkW0FPKahR0jcfRD5rSlWSWFISP8rXODXQRMLJX4bP13qPCQv6zpQiLGblYa9UbnW3bA2NXBJ8k7dQvhvLb6ylmhC7GuPAngrlmAILx87pel5W0kT4n1bCG48Q8Gw3nm6GOx8q0CqLwE/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251499956415548578" /></a><br />...especially when Dad plays games with him!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgK3kvN-oKcGhtE5wgzTd0ylCQXEvRW1cD8Lg1JO-BTRDa7Cl7V3n5UoWHafz_guUe0w5gR8NADogDbCUlBzsjWfs3VdnvJCAnV6AYRCBWYEnu5274ZTRQYaGV0CegKfb_q728f_HTQo/s1600-h/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+183.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgK3kvN-oKcGhtE5wgzTd0ylCQXEvRW1cD8Lg1JO-BTRDa7Cl7V3n5UoWHafz_guUe0w5gR8NADogDbCUlBzsjWfs3VdnvJCAnV6AYRCBWYEnu5274ZTRQYaGV0CegKfb_q728f_HTQo/s400/NATIONAL+SPEAK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251499737664469682" /></a><br />Wyatt loved crawling around in the grass. It felt cool and soft under his hands, and he found lots of sticks to eat! (But didn't get to, don't worry!)Stepper the Mightyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491073128271887969noreply@blogger.com1