<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543</id><updated>2011-12-15T21:39:26.946-08:00</updated><category term='Charlee  Christmas'/><category term='Enrichment'/><category term='Brody'/><category term='Running'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Jubilee of Trees'/><category term='Marathons'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Julie Random'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Mike'/><category term='school'/><category term='Julie'/><category term='Roxy'/><category term='Little Boys'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Girls Night'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Griffin'/><category term='Charlee'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Cooper'/><category term='Kitchen Remodel'/><category term='Jack'/><category term='Conner'/><title type='text'>The McRae Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3978476743458595976</id><published>2011-12-05T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:38:19.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Snow Canyon Tuff Kids Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids have been talking about running a race for the last several months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In November, St. George held the Snow Canyon Tuff Kids Race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shay, Miriam and I signed up our kiddos to run and they had a BLAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyf6bdN6F9I/Tt11quaBZOI/AAAAAAAABuY/zwR-ptr0PyU/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyf6bdN6F9I/Tt11quaBZOI/AAAAAAAABuY/zwR-ptr0PyU/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids with their timing chips on their shoes...gearing up and ready to run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__KopeV6VPU/Tt118jsJmuI/AAAAAAAABug/E5EwxOPowDA/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__KopeV6VPU/Tt118jsJmuI/AAAAAAAABug/E5EwxOPowDA/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lincoln, Charlee, Griffin, Peyton, Maycee, Cooper, Kai, Emmy, and Belle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a really cold morning and looking back, I wish we would have brought more clothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj2E2sueUuI/Tt12JD96_4I/AAAAAAAABuo/fC7Sgdxy5XY/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj2E2sueUuI/Tt12JD96_4I/AAAAAAAABuo/fC7Sgdxy5XY/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little kiddos.&amp;nbsp; So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tmCxzPUyd0/Tt12a4LUOZI/AAAAAAAABuw/_IMIvQEZ6hE/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tmCxzPUyd0/Tt12a4LUOZI/AAAAAAAABuw/_IMIvQEZ6hE/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton on the move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfvXQBTvcoU/Tt12ytJLMqI/AAAAAAAABu4/Tz-6vNNQP7E/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfvXQBTvcoU/Tt12ytJLMqI/AAAAAAAABu4/Tz-6vNNQP7E/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper coming around the last turn...almost to the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7zDG95TArk/Tt13Bm6JamI/AAAAAAAABvA/T3ThSR9eA7s/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7zDG95TArk/Tt13Bm6JamI/AAAAAAAABvA/T3ThSR9eA7s/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maycee, Belle, Griffin and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZikGGjtxLkA/Tt13TkHoILI/AAAAAAAABvI/2WV1gNkAQOI/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZikGGjtxLkA/Tt13TkHoILI/AAAAAAAABvI/2WV1gNkAQOI/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lincoln on the home stretch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWPkPQGERsc/Tt13ov2SvzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/GJU39b7dnS4/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWPkPQGERsc/Tt13ov2SvzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/GJU39b7dnS4/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee, Griffin and Me - I kept telling her to hustle and run as fast as she could to beat the girl on her right...With some extra encouragement she zipped right past her and crossed the finish before the other little girl did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yfDht3NKN0/Tt158FMu6_I/AAAAAAAABvg/JzmCx5rYK-k/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yfDht3NKN0/Tt158FMu6_I/AAAAAAAABvg/JzmCx5rYK-k/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shay and Boston right before the finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58Q-6nR-ee0/Tt1-XVWl-UI/AAAAAAAABvw/HJBEQ5qlkWk/s1600/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58Q-6nR-ee0/Tt1-XVWl-UI/AAAAAAAABvw/HJBEQ5qlkWk/s400/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All these AMAZING little runners at the finish - wearing their medals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton came in 2nd and Cooper took 3rd place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So proud of all our future marathoners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3978476743458595976?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3978476743458595976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3978476743458595976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3978476743458595976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3978476743458595976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/12/snow-canyon-tuff-kids-race.html' title='Snow Canyon Tuff Kids Race'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyf6bdN6F9I/Tt11quaBZOI/AAAAAAAABuY/zwR-ptr0PyU/s72-c/Snow+Canyon+Tuff+Kids+2011+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5708204108412662491</id><published>2011-11-03T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:44:51.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I was so happy I did, but I vowed I would NEVER do it again.&amp;nbsp; The memories were all to vivid... waking up at 4 a.m. to go on the long runs, short runs throughout the week, pushing Griffin in the jogging stroller, thigh muscles so big my&amp;nbsp;pants wouldn't fit anymore, the late night hunger,&amp;nbsp;the actual day of the marathon, the pain and suffering, the enduring to the end...OH, it was a tough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I was so happy I did it.&amp;nbsp; I had such a sense of accomplishment.&amp;nbsp; Running the marathon was hard for me.&amp;nbsp; I am not a born runner, I am not even 5 feet tall.&amp;nbsp; I have to take three times as many steps as an average size person.&amp;nbsp; So to say the least, I am short and stubby.&amp;nbsp; I had to work hard to get in the miles so it truly was a HUGE accomplishment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May I started training for the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon.&amp;nbsp; 13.1 miles are so much better than 26.2.&amp;nbsp; I tried to convince myself that a Half Marathon is such as big of a deal as a full.&amp;nbsp; I trained and ran my guts out.&amp;nbsp; I ended up getting a great time at the half - 2 hours 2 minutes!&amp;nbsp; And, the best part?&amp;nbsp; I felt good at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did what any normal person would do.&amp;nbsp; I decided that I would do the St. George Marathon AGAIN!&amp;nbsp; Because really, who's kidding who?&amp;nbsp; A full marathon is so much more COOL than a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a sick disease because really, I fell in love with running - all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up at 4:00 a.m.  Took care of my morning running ritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know, get dressed, go potty, put the contacts in, brush the teeth, socks and shoes, headband, Garmin, ipod, deodorant, potty again, make a PB&amp;amp;H sandwich...blah, blah, blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Mike and we headed off to the P.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVIsB217OXw/TpZDQbq1KpI/AAAAAAAABnA/lpY3P62L-P4/s1600/10.1.11+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVIsB217OXw/TpZDQbq1KpI/AAAAAAAABnA/lpY3P62L-P4/s400/10.1.11+018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's only 5:15 a.m.&amp;nbsp; I was a little nervous when I got out of the car...it was already warm.&amp;nbsp; EEK!&amp;nbsp; I said a little prayer that the day wouldn't get to hot to fast.&amp;nbsp; The heat kills me while I'm running!&amp;nbsp; Then posed for a little pre-run photo op!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wni-3ar2_oY/TpZDs4fXg7I/AAAAAAAABnI/i3TzUgpjqAA/s1600/10.1.11+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wni-3ar2_oY/TpZDs4fXg7I/AAAAAAAABnI/i3TzUgpjqAA/s400/10.1.11+024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I knew it, RUNNING FRIENDS arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is LeAnn, Shay, Me and Shaunna (who just had a baby&amp;nbsp;4 months ago! Yeah, really!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all talked up a storm and made several comments as to WHY all the girls were running and the husbands were the ones dropping us off....?&amp;nbsp; Kinda weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdwkT-pR0DI/TpZD1lheg-I/AAAAAAAABnQ/H83OVs6a4xA/s1600/10.1.11+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdwkT-pR0DI/TpZD1lheg-I/AAAAAAAABnQ/H83OVs6a4xA/s400/10.1.11+025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, it was time.&amp;nbsp; Time to get into the van and start the journey up the mountain - to the start line.&amp;nbsp; There really isn't any turning back now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so we are lucky.&amp;nbsp; Perks of being police wives, we were able to ride up in the patti wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No waiting for buses, or standing up at the start line for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope in the van, take our time riding up the mountain and then only having to wait around for about 15 minutes before the race starts.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I felt kind special for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5HE4YNB1s0/TpzajVNzbNI/AAAAAAAABpQ/kBXBt9xQVMM/s1600/320628_2026521498819_1117476041_31697664_323446470_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5HE4YNB1s0/TpzajVNzbNI/AAAAAAAABpQ/kBXBt9xQVMM/s320/320628_2026521498819_1117476041_31697664_323446470_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we got to the start line we met up with other friends from our running group.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it cute?&amp;nbsp; We all had matching shirts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tom, Jacqui, Me &amp;amp; Shay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting WAY to excited to start this race...notice the line up of port-o-potties?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, we chose the best backdrop possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to give a mile by mile recap - that's long and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because in all reality - no one cares about what happened while you were running.&amp;nbsp; They all just want to know if and when you finished.&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp; It's okay to admit it.&amp;nbsp; It won't hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDMfppQPAD4/TpZEOjImUHI/AAAAAAAABnY/X273j912-kc/s1600/10.1.11+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDMfppQPAD4/TpZEOjImUHI/AAAAAAAABnY/X273j912-kc/s400/10.1.11+048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shay Shay running her guts out - I seriously DO NOT know how she had the ability to sprint at the finish.&amp;nbsp; But look at her GO!&amp;nbsp; And with her little Davey (bike cop husband) riding along beside her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r86lNL4mGBk/TpZE9z0H7VI/AAAAAAAABno/VnI9tNnQwNU/s1600/10.1.11+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r86lNL4mGBk/TpZE9z0H7VI/AAAAAAAABno/VnI9tNnQwNU/s400/10.1.11+055.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I do have to say THIS - Dave you are pretty awesome!&amp;nbsp; Those last few miles were HELL.&amp;nbsp; Knowing I would see you every few minutes to encourage me, have a familiar face telling me "YOU GOT THIS" was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GoOGL3D-jc8/TpZFVwtM9kI/AAAAAAAABnw/CQLTeaAMWAE/s1600/10.1.11+073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GoOGL3D-jc8/TpZFVwtM9kI/AAAAAAAABnw/CQLTeaAMWAE/s400/10.1.11+073.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here I come...towards the finish line.&amp;nbsp; I was searching for my family...but never could find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were there, right by the finish line - taking the pictures.&amp;nbsp; But I must have been so delusional, because I never saw them, heard them...NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emtzldVPH38/TpZJcVoWD-I/AAAAAAAABoA/P4qYUh6wNoQ/s1600/10.1.11+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emtzldVPH38/TpZJcVoWD-I/AAAAAAAABoA/P4qYUh6wNoQ/s400/10.1.11+081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZjxm-Wr4HY/TpZJw-hyeSI/AAAAAAAABoI/y8fCfL8-mps/s1600/10.1.11+088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZjxm-Wr4HY/TpZJw-hyeSI/AAAAAAAABoI/y8fCfL8-mps/s400/10.1.11+088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did it.&amp;nbsp; Again.&amp;nbsp;5 hours 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; I didn't make my goal time...Argh.&amp;nbsp; I can't beat myself up to much because I beat my time from last year by 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0PWdnxmYhc/TpZKBPCT49I/AAAAAAAABoQ/l-9PiWiPA2o/s1600/10.1.11+096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0PWdnxmYhc/TpZKBPCT49I/AAAAAAAABoQ/l-9PiWiPA2o/s400/10.1.11+096.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After I crossed the finish line, I got my super cool finisher medal.&amp;nbsp; I was a little scattered because I was thinking "Really?&amp;nbsp; They didn't make it here on time?&amp;nbsp;Where is my family?!"&amp;nbsp; Because honestly, it wasn't like I finished in record time.&amp;nbsp; I gave them PLENTY of time to get there.&amp;nbsp; "WHERE THE FREAK IS MY FAMILY?"&amp;nbsp; Then, I found them!&amp;nbsp; Best sight ever.&amp;nbsp; I seriously almost cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQpgZVAB9hg/Tpze7VZ8O-I/AAAAAAAABpY/hR2PJjttu3o/s1600/319922_279124695446017_100000454663426_1008391_1762569446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQpgZVAB9hg/Tpze7VZ8O-I/AAAAAAAABpY/hR2PJjttu3o/s400/319922_279124695446017_100000454663426_1008391_1762569446_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shay, Shannon, Debbie and Me at the finish line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aj888u-6Two/TpogBnJ7x1I/AAAAAAAABog/UUtDMTCayco/s1600/10.1.11+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aj888u-6Two/TpogBnJ7x1I/AAAAAAAABog/UUtDMTCayco/s400/10.1.11+099.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards, I went into the runners area...scored myself a Popsicle and sat down.&amp;nbsp; Which was a bad idea.&amp;nbsp; I realized how tired I was and knew if I stayed sitting down, it was going to be impossible to get myself back up.&amp;nbsp; I got up and began the search through the sea of people to find the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiydnTaUU5Q/TpogT7RgVOI/AAAAAAAABoo/jtLvoKkhxeo/s1600/10.1.11+101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiydnTaUU5Q/TpogT7RgVOI/AAAAAAAABoo/jtLvoKkhxeo/s400/10.1.11+101.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There they all were to greet me!&amp;nbsp; I really couldn't have made it through all the training if I didn't have their support and encouragement.&amp;nbsp; Love them ALL for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ils3iizCWKE/TpohNkOSXMI/AAAAAAAABpA/ao5GNAMueNU/s1600/10.1.11+103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ils3iizCWKE/TpohNkOSXMI/AAAAAAAABpA/ao5GNAMueNU/s400/10.1.11+103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Shay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my little Shay Shay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8CHUhq8Y-g/TpohcNscb3I/AAAAAAAABpI/NIShnHUE400/s1600/10.1.11+105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8CHUhq8Y-g/TpohcNscb3I/AAAAAAAABpI/NIShnHUE400/s400/10.1.11+105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;26.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because I Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/lmTa840SYZc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmTa840SYZc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmTa840SYZc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A week after the marathon, a friend posted this video on facebook.&amp;nbsp; With the St. George Marathon still so fresh in my mind, this video had a huge impact on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was able to relate to this message and want to share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;26.2 - Because I Can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't have signed up if I knew I couldn't finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7246249413701877590?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7246249413701877590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7246249413701877590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7246249413701877590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7246249413701877590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/10/st-george-marathon-2011.html' title='St. George Marathon 2011'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVIsB217OXw/TpZDQbq1KpI/AAAAAAAABnA/lpY3P62L-P4/s72-c/10.1.11+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5482077548370390519</id><published>2011-10-05T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:49:59.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The RoDeO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In September, St. George has a RODEO! It's kind of a big deal for our little town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a parade. And THREE nights full of RODEO events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course we had to join in the festivities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9q1rqjlpJ4/To0RMLbqXPI/AAAAAAAABmU/eTx-hib6QGU/s1600/9.16.11+167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9q1rqjlpJ4/To0RMLbqXPI/AAAAAAAABmU/eTx-hib6QGU/s400/9.16.11+167.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5TtC9cgPkU/To0RaQ6aiMI/AAAAAAAABmY/FMbL5xQZcWs/s1600/9.16.11+168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5TtC9cgPkU/To0RaQ6aiMI/AAAAAAAABmY/FMbL5xQZcWs/s400/9.16.11+168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee, Macie &amp;amp; Cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIJVwBiN4xs/To0Roj0OiLI/AAAAAAAABmc/rYgj9JTW2Wo/s1600/9.16.11+172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIJVwBiN4xs/To0Roj0OiLI/AAAAAAAABmc/rYgj9JTW2Wo/s400/9.16.11+172.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZrxDnH11lw/To0R0rLQgOI/AAAAAAAABmg/N_VLQX-ZYmk/s1600/9.16.11+175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZrxDnH11lw/To0R0rLQgOI/AAAAAAAABmg/N_VLQX-ZYmk/s400/9.16.11+175.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin.&amp;nbsp; He ALWAYS has food in his mouth.&amp;nbsp; I don't get it.&amp;nbsp; I think he's a hungry hipppo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaMqqDvdoGg/To0SBRVjocI/AAAAAAAABmk/qfkWDOgfbGo/s1600/9.16.11+177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaMqqDvdoGg/To0SBRVjocI/AAAAAAAABmk/qfkWDOgfbGo/s320/9.16.11+177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RS3nI5mbZY/To0SOrylavI/AAAAAAAABmo/yOz8sKgA3wk/s1600/9.16.11+178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RS3nI5mbZY/To0SOrylavI/AAAAAAAABmo/yOz8sKgA3wk/s400/9.16.11+178.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cf81hPRA8-U/To0SaZQuM_I/AAAAAAAABms/Xa3q6hDyW8s/s1600/9.16.11+183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cf81hPRA8-U/To0SaZQuM_I/AAAAAAAABms/Xa3q6hDyW8s/s400/9.16.11+183.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Belle REFUSED to let me take a picture of her.&amp;nbsp; Every time I tried, she would squeal and turn her head...BUT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8URWRKpUZT4/To0SmmeTcrI/AAAAAAAABmw/NZ-2CjEbC_k/s1600/9.16.11+185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8URWRKpUZT4/To0SmmeTcrI/AAAAAAAABmw/NZ-2CjEbC_k/s320/9.16.11+185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I GOTCHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_v-VRo_Jnxg/To0SyZZv1TI/AAAAAAAABm0/Dp2c2j3Z-Os/s1600/9.16.11+186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_v-VRo_Jnxg/To0SyZZv1TI/AAAAAAAABm0/Dp2c2j3Z-Os/s320/9.16.11+186.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton...chips in hand.&amp;nbsp; Maybe Griffs teaching her a thing or two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhLqMx0EAhA/To0S-lSljZI/AAAAAAAABm4/n7VnGqxBT4M/s1600/9.16.11+187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhLqMx0EAhA/To0S-lSljZI/AAAAAAAABm4/n7VnGqxBT4M/s400/9.16.11+187.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little cowboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--U9fvi6zPuk/To0TLchW8jI/AAAAAAAABm8/jQYOwaCnpss/s1600/9.16.11+193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--U9fvi6zPuk/To0TLchW8jI/AAAAAAAABm8/jQYOwaCnpss/s400/9.16.11+193.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It just so happened the week of the RODEO fell on the Anniversary Week of September 11th.&amp;nbsp; The best part of the Rodeo was the tribute to 9/11 and the lives our country lost on the tragic day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also paid tribute to the men and women of service in our community.&amp;nbsp; Police Officers, Firemen, and the Armed Forces.&amp;nbsp; I am such an emotional wreck when it comes to this "topic," I tear up, the National Anthem begins and then I'm a big mess.&amp;nbsp; I hid behind my camera, snapping pictures so others would witness my emotional state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fantastic time at the Rodeo....smelled the horse poop, watched the calves, sheep, and bulls all endure some type&amp;nbsp;of physical pain...saw some cowboys get beat up... You know... all that great stuff that goes on at the R.O.D.E.O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5482077548370390519?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5482077548370390519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5482077548370390519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5482077548370390519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5482077548370390519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/10/rodeo.html' title='The RoDeO'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9q1rqjlpJ4/To0RMLbqXPI/AAAAAAAABmU/eTx-hib6QGU/s72-c/9.16.11+167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-959689149292214027</id><published>2011-08-21T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:28:18.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer went to quickly for me this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot believe the kids are back in school.&amp;nbsp; Generally I am pretty "okay" with school starting up again.&amp;nbsp; But this year, I'm kind of sad.&amp;nbsp; We had a great summer, spent many days at the pool, playing at the park and just hanging out together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I guess they have to go back...to learn...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here they are!&amp;nbsp; All ready for their first day back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper is starting 4th grade and Charlee is going into 2nd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy4IGufCx4/TlFOEyzvc5I/AAAAAAAABlQ/cb0RLlYyYzs/s1600/First-Day-of-School-8.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy4IGufCx4/TlFOEyzvc5I/AAAAAAAABlQ/cb0RLlYyYzs/s400/First-Day-of-School-8.11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are growing up to fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-959689149292214027?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/959689149292214027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=959689149292214027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/959689149292214027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/959689149292214027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy4IGufCx4/TlFOEyzvc5I/AAAAAAAABlQ/cb0RLlYyYzs/s72-c/First-Day-of-School-8.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5972715731878990993</id><published>2011-08-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:57:20.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Griffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get enough of this kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I﻿t is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnu70uppa5A/TjtoaGiA01I/AAAAAAAABj8/QQ2mATI5TVA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnu70uppa5A/TjtoaGiA01I/AAAAAAAABj8/QQ2mATI5TVA/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What face is that?&amp;nbsp; Griffin's "I'm Tough" face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bb8aRh95YPc/TjtocOpmizI/AAAAAAAABkA/fFCf9G1bhxE/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bb8aRh95YPc/TjtocOpmizI/AAAAAAAABkA/fFCf9G1bhxE/s400/2.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then his sweet as ever face.&amp;nbsp; Don't you just want to kiss it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_uPurx95C0/TjtoggrnRdI/AAAAAAAABkE/wHIdpIYZCoY/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_uPurx95C0/TjtoggrnRdI/AAAAAAAABkE/wHIdpIYZCoY/s400/3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is my little people watcher.&amp;nbsp; Always checking out what everybody else is doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_APxtm3lI/TjtolR6HnBI/AAAAAAAABkI/WnyZewA5Qpo/s1600/Summer-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_APxtm3lI/TjtolR6HnBI/AAAAAAAABkI/WnyZewA5Qpo/s400/Summer-2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin and Jack - these two boys couldn't be more different yet the are so similiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THESE TWO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how else to describe the love I have for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They know exactly how to push my buttons BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they have the cutest little giggles and know how to make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5972715731878990993?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5972715731878990993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5972715731878990993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5972715731878990993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5972715731878990993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/08/griffin.html' title='Griffin'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnu70uppa5A/TjtoaGiA01I/AAAAAAAABj8/QQ2mATI5TVA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-9099831913620805572</id><published>2011-07-19T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:28:18.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce Canyon Half Marathon 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not really sure when&amp;nbsp;and where my addiction for running began, but I really can't get enough of it!&amp;nbsp; This year I decided to give the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon race a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilFPrSMka5U/TiY0Je0mPZI/AAAAAAAABiI/RiIDlaL0lng/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilFPrSMka5U/TiY0Je0mPZI/AAAAAAAABiI/RiIDlaL0lng/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shay and Me - before race day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I trained with some fabulous friends.&amp;nbsp; And, made a few new friends along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jealin and Shay - you TWO are wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQJ3XQRVlnE/TiY0Nhi0d2I/AAAAAAAABiM/wHmutvvqANk/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQJ3XQRVlnE/TiY0Nhi0d2I/AAAAAAAABiM/wHmutvvqANk/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The stock pile of "Running Goods"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h_Y0EvGA0o/TiY0RyekHUI/AAAAAAAABiQ/NYHPDqzwE4k/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h_Y0EvGA0o/TiY0RyekHUI/AAAAAAAABiQ/NYHPDqzwE4k/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Several members of the running group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When my little Charlee Boo saw this picture she said, "Wow Mom, that is a big crew!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ri-HeMgqhKk/TiY0Vzw6qUI/AAAAAAAABiU/Axn1YPhkeds/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ri-HeMgqhKk/TiY0Vzw6qUI/AAAAAAAABiU/Axn1YPhkeds/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shay and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The race started at 6:00 a.m. - so our alarm went off at 5:00 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness our hotel was only about two blocks away from the start line and I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't feel rushed, had plenty of time to get up, get ready, eat some breakfast and do some stretching.&amp;nbsp; And the best part?&amp;nbsp; We did it in our nice, WARM room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfMb4xWRweE/TiY0aI4DX_I/AAAAAAAABiY/cZnPanXKDro/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfMb4xWRweE/TiY0aI4DX_I/AAAAAAAABiY/cZnPanXKDro/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few minutes before the start.&amp;nbsp; It was a warm temperature of 47 degrees.&amp;nbsp; For this Southern Utah girl, that is COLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jrbz70s6EMQ/TiY0dUncudI/AAAAAAAABic/zUXGzInOfBc/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jrbz70s6EMQ/TiY0dUncudI/AAAAAAAABic/zUXGzInOfBc/s400/6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I handed Mike my jacket and snugly blanket.&amp;nbsp; Had a little potty break - gotta love those outhouses and headed down to the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwqTepb1Sc0/TiY0fijJ-uI/AAAAAAAABig/ue_qvlbDtkU/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwqTepb1Sc0/TiY0fijJ-uI/AAAAAAAABig/ue_qvlbDtkU/s400/7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But not before one more picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxexVhiJJsM/TiY0lqKs9mI/AAAAAAAABik/4l0wPpwnclM/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxexVhiJJsM/TiY0lqKs9mI/AAAAAAAABik/4l0wPpwnclM/s400/8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loved that Mike and Dave (Shay's husband) were able to be there with us.&amp;nbsp; They were our own little paparazzi.&amp;nbsp; Snapping pictures left and right!&amp;nbsp; Made me feel famous.&amp;nbsp; For a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe how fast the sun came up.&amp;nbsp; We hadn't been running for more than a minute and it was light outside!&amp;nbsp; It was also freezing COLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kid you not when I say I couldn't feel my hands.&amp;nbsp; They were numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIqonRdoNJw/TiY0rRjxWPI/AAAAAAAABio/hxks80rGxrA/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIqonRdoNJw/TiY0rRjxWPI/AAAAAAAABio/hxks80rGxrA/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shay and I around mile 12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling great and loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8z9gvsvbvA/TiY0w6u8xOI/AAAAAAAABis/RiDRIABSSeI/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8z9gvsvbvA/TiY0w6u8xOI/AAAAAAAABis/RiDRIABSSeI/s400/10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OhCQCxfUSE/TiY05KFQtNI/AAAAAAAABiw/quFWGTpus10/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OhCQCxfUSE/TiY05KFQtNI/AAAAAAAABiw/quFWGTpus10/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We came around a bend in the road and the finish line was in sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHoIOSwGSrg/TiY09fLnN7I/AAAAAAAABi0/4G2YNYLHNlo/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHoIOSwGSrg/TiY09fLnN7I/AAAAAAAABi0/4G2YNYLHNlo/s400/12.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know you had a good run when you can sprint towards the finish and not want to die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0k7gO0jgfw/TiY1A9fL_wI/AAAAAAAABi4/TaeE_d9xoSg/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0k7gO0jgfw/TiY1A9fL_wI/AAAAAAAABi4/TaeE_d9xoSg/s400/13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then we were done.... 2:02:17 was my finish time.&amp;nbsp; My personal record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQd3kn-yX5w/TiY1GxziE-I/AAAAAAAABi8/4578K3dextA/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQd3kn-yX5w/TiY1GxziE-I/AAAAAAAABi8/4578K3dextA/s400/14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A bunch of us at the finish.&amp;nbsp; Congrats to all on a great run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9I8V9Yv6hA/TiY1KY2URfI/AAAAAAAABjA/222EExn5YKo/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9I8V9Yv6hA/TiY1KY2URfI/AAAAAAAABjA/222EExn5YKo/s400/15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Mike, Dave and Shay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our support group!&amp;nbsp; Fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAjKDBoGi1w/TiY1NiifsyI/AAAAAAAABjE/OxsqGOPT8Hc/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAjKDBoGi1w/TiY1NiifsyI/AAAAAAAABjE/OxsqGOPT8Hc/s400/16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike got a little camera happy and started snapping shots at everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txdl56PFprw/TiY1Q_fB1rI/AAAAAAAABjI/46IE6juRHRE/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txdl56PFprw/TiY1Q_fB1rI/AAAAAAAABjI/46IE6juRHRE/s400/17.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the race, showered and ready to head for home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WAY TO GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone did amazing and what a great accomplishment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-9099831913620805572?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/9099831913620805572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=9099831913620805572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9099831913620805572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9099831913620805572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/07/bryce-canyon-half-marathon-2011.html' title='Bryce Canyon Half Marathon 2011'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilFPrSMka5U/TiY0Je0mPZI/AAAAAAAABiI/RiIDlaL0lng/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5274552544007846961</id><published>2011-07-10T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:23:26.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash Pad Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xz8Hvw7NvMc/ThpoxqEjL9I/AAAAAAAABhE/24T6FhmJZ8g/s1600/7.9.11+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xz8Hvw7NvMc/ThpoxqEjL9I/AAAAAAAABhE/24T6FhmJZ8g/s400/7.9.11+085.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin LOVES to wear his swimsuit.&amp;nbsp; He also LOVES the idea of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, when it comes right down to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid doesn't LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like to splashed, get sprinkled on, or wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wierd...I sometimes questions if he is really mine.&amp;nbsp; But, by his looks I can't deny he IS my child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4BgUXf8zeE/Thpo9K68XKI/AAAAAAAABhI/CDYmqn2GiKM/s1600/7.9.11+086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4BgUXf8zeE/Thpo9K68XKI/AAAAAAAABhI/CDYmqn2GiKM/s400/7.9.11+086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee on the other hand LOVES everything about the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to hang out in her swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Splashing and playing in the water is a favorite way to pass the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaVXK2_L09I/ThppQpXO_YI/AAAAAAAABhM/Hi3GR-i_ayc/s1600/7.9.11+088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaVXK2_L09I/ThppQpXO_YI/AAAAAAAABhM/Hi3GR-i_ayc/s400/7.9.11+088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brody couldn't get enough of the water, the playground, the drinking fountain...all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2smZDMtPaNs/Thppbd7-1II/AAAAAAAABhQ/RaRUR24fRnA/s1600/7.9.11+089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2smZDMtPaNs/Thppbd7-1II/AAAAAAAABhQ/RaRUR24fRnA/s400/7.9.11+089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cracker Jack on the other hand is a FISH!&amp;nbsp; I can't keep him out of the water.&amp;nbsp; He loves to be splashed and have water dumped on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR9lhAaJj8M/ThpprGDM7TI/AAAAAAAABhU/jbvpT3sZrP4/s1600/7.9.11+092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR9lhAaJj8M/ThpprGDM7TI/AAAAAAAABhU/jbvpT3sZrP4/s400/7.9.11+092.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper just chillaxin' under the palm tree.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; Can this kid get any cuter?&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to have a kiddo like him.&amp;nbsp; He plays with the kids and always has them laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MLc3HU3nbQ/Thpp5GdpKJI/AAAAAAAABhY/858T-aar4Gg/s1600/7.9.11+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MLc3HU3nbQ/Thpp5GdpKJI/AAAAAAAABhY/858T-aar4Gg/s400/7.9.11+099.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying some snow cones on a nice sunny day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViXAPFL_5_E/ThpqCLZ_zXI/AAAAAAAABhc/IXBRNeEOTIA/s1600/7.9.11+101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViXAPFL_5_E/ThpqCLZ_zXI/AAAAAAAABhc/IXBRNeEOTIA/s400/7.9.11+101.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin loves to eat.&amp;nbsp; The snowcone was the highlight of his day!&amp;nbsp; If you see Grif, he's probably got food in his mouth or asking for some.&amp;nbsp; I swear he never stops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5274552544007846961?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5274552544007846961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5274552544007846961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5274552544007846961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5274552544007846961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/07/splash-pad-fun.html' title='Splash Pad Fun'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xz8Hvw7NvMc/ThpoxqEjL9I/AAAAAAAABhE/24T6FhmJZ8g/s72-c/7.9.11+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2596351446141059473</id><published>2011-07-10T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T09:12:32.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things You Find in the Mornings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up to some noise, a noise I was for sure was a "SNEEKY" noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walk into the kitchen and see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dW8GPzxAs1g/ThnIBnG2xyI/AAAAAAAABgs/hBP2CtPdJ84/s1600/7.9.11+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dW8GPzxAs1g/ThnIBnG2xyI/AAAAAAAABgs/hBP2CtPdJ84/s400/7.9.11+056.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I opened the pantry doors only to find.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5TVyW0mcW4/ThnIpWJPqFI/AAAAAAAABg0/EZmyTqh-oF4/s1600/7.9.11+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5TVyW0mcW4/ThnIpWJPqFI/AAAAAAAABg0/EZmyTqh-oF4/s400/7.9.11+058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two little boys guarding their loot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--KxNVDVC2sE/ThnJFmJR7wI/AAAAAAAABg4/YdSqBJxnlQM/s1600/7.9.11+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--KxNVDVC2sE/ThnJFmJR7wI/AAAAAAAABg4/YdSqBJxnlQM/s400/7.9.11+059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to fight off anyone who attempts to attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGuVRUb784/ThnJSY6i3jI/AAAAAAAABg8/xYAOEFyO5M8/s1600/7.9.11+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGuVRUb784/ThnJSY6i3jI/AAAAAAAABg8/xYAOEFyO5M8/s400/7.9.11+060.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think his thoughts are "To shoot or not to shoot?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kmaaK2tjBE/ThnJgK3oSAI/AAAAAAAABhA/rV6uwkC-vUM/s1600/7.9.11+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kmaaK2tjBE/ThnJgK3oSAI/AAAAAAAABhA/rV6uwkC-vUM/s400/7.9.11+062.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These boys are two little partners in crime.&amp;nbsp; They make me laugh everyday with the cute little things they do.&amp;nbsp; They are inseperable and love each other SO much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2596351446141059473?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2596351446141059473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2596351446141059473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2596351446141059473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2596351446141059473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-you-find-in-mornings.html' title='The Things You Find in the Mornings....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dW8GPzxAs1g/ThnIBnG2xyI/AAAAAAAABgs/hBP2CtPdJ84/s72-c/7.9.11+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3523405879991247239</id><published>2011-07-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T08:36:56.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays &amp; Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brody's THIRD Birthday &amp;amp; Kennedy's Baby Blessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmDI0wrFzAk/ThnBYq8rNFI/AAAAAAAABgE/f5lal1mryJs/s1600/Kennedy-Blessing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmDI0wrFzAk/ThnBYq8rNFI/AAAAAAAABgE/f5lal1mryJs/s400/Kennedy-Blessing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little Kennedy ~ Such an angel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little brother Scott and his wife Shaunna blessed this sweet little thing on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Scott gave Kennedy a wonderful blessing.&amp;nbsp; She is such a lucky little girl to have such wonderful parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzbM1_laOIM/ThnCtNfyGII/AAAAAAAABgc/8OdKeeXMCFU/s1600/7.9.11+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzbM1_laOIM/ThnCtNfyGII/AAAAAAAABgc/8OdKeeXMCFU/s400/7.9.11+050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the Brodster turned THREE!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe our little boys are growing up so fast.&amp;nbsp; It seems like yesterday all three of us were bringing home these handsome little boys from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, this little stink....everytime I try to take a picture of him...he HIDES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture with a bag of chips in front of his face is the best I could do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmhOLMG4twE/ThnCaFaUyrI/AAAAAAAABgY/6qag52-8crE/s1600/7.9.11+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmhOLMG4twE/ThnCaFaUyrI/AAAAAAAABgY/6qag52-8crE/s400/7.9.11+048.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike holding Kennedy.&amp;nbsp; It's been a while since I have seen him walking around with a newborn in his arms....so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9BAr-fspbk/ThnCOygBMhI/AAAAAAAABgU/o-LSLKNtewU/s1600/7.9.11+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9BAr-fspbk/ThnCOygBMhI/AAAAAAAABgU/o-LSLKNtewU/s400/7.9.11+041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vic and Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysnZf6SWCuw/ThnBdyvP1CI/AAAAAAAABgI/mx6GxJY-0OA/s1600/Sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysnZf6SWCuw/ThnBdyvP1CI/AAAAAAAABgI/mx6GxJY-0OA/s400/Sisters.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Three Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tammie, Me &amp;amp; Kathy - notice how much taller I am than them?&amp;nbsp; I wasn't standing on my tip toes..?&amp;nbsp; Or was I?&amp;nbsp; Can't remember....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bko-fCMRyH0/ThnBwbP7DYI/AAAAAAAABgM/OL9k_WSzW9k/s1600/7.9.11+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bko-fCMRyH0/ThnBwbP7DYI/AAAAAAAABgM/OL9k_WSzW9k/s400/7.9.11+039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan and Cooper - pretty much the two most awesome boys ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&amp;nbsp; Who wants to mess with those guns?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nUhcFSkrY8/ThnC7UVLsnI/AAAAAAAABgg/5XDbTt8Nnko/s1600/7.9.11+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nUhcFSkrY8/ThnC7UVLsnI/AAAAAAAABgg/5XDbTt8Nnko/s400/7.9.11+026.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Happy Birthday Boy and his Pirate Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D20DSDgz8bg/ThnDaZqnRNI/AAAAAAAABgo/1SltFuqsPE0/s1600/7.9.11+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D20DSDgz8bg/ThnDaZqnRNI/AAAAAAAABgo/1SltFuqsPE0/s400/7.9.11+047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Little Charlee Boo serving the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr4JiUn6Ez8/ThnBPJCm4fI/AAAAAAAABgA/uhy-wirD88s/s1600/Scotlyn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr4JiUn6Ez8/ThnBPJCm4fI/AAAAAAAABgA/uhy-wirD88s/s400/Scotlyn.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scoti patiently awaiting her chocolate cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, she is shirtless here - who needs chocolate on their Sunday Dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But are you not so jealous of that beautiful skin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9R0zuhOG8uo/ThnDNN07FDI/AAAAAAAABgk/ccyYdU2EJFs/s1600/7.9.11+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9R0zuhOG8uo/ThnDNN07FDI/AAAAAAAABgk/ccyYdU2EJFs/s320/7.9.11+037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Brucie.&amp;nbsp; Love this boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a great day as a family.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Scott and Shaunna for letting us be apart of such a wonderul day!&amp;nbsp; We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3523405879991247239?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3523405879991247239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3523405879991247239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3523405879991247239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3523405879991247239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthdays-blessings.html' title='Birthdays &amp; Blessings'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmDI0wrFzAk/ThnBYq8rNFI/AAAAAAAABgE/f5lal1mryJs/s72-c/Kennedy-Blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5469808867010598404</id><published>2011-06-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:13:30.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease at Tuachan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlkFcyla5s4/TgawCLnXu9I/AAAAAAAABfI/IuJlRw8Z90M/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlkFcyla5s4/TgawCLnXu9I/AAAAAAAABfI/IuJlRw8Z90M/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the girls in the family had the opportunity to see GREASE at Tuachan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fun Girls Night Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2IKWg26EWY/TgawF-hfHzI/AAAAAAAABfM/VY1B8GXQKBY/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2IKWg26EWY/TgawF-hfHzI/AAAAAAAABfM/VY1B8GXQKBY/s400/6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee and Scoti - we didn't see the Little Mermaid, but they liked this photo op better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Silly girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLsEK0NL1v4/TgawIoquv7I/AAAAAAAABfQ/l007qVN3MGs/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLsEK0NL1v4/TgawIoquv7I/AAAAAAAABfQ/l007qVN3MGs/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Suzanne, Kathy and Shaunna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prkXV_SviYk/TgawK7CpCWI/AAAAAAAABfU/O0-GSKU8UaI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prkXV_SviYk/TgawK7CpCWI/AAAAAAAABfU/O0-GSKU8UaI/s400/4.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little HOPE.&amp;nbsp; Except she's not little anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is a gorgeous teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0d3kPFfSAqw/TgawMYBIWqI/AAAAAAAABfY/6_TX5hZHHjE/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0d3kPFfSAqw/TgawMYBIWqI/AAAAAAAABfY/6_TX5hZHHjE/s400/5.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Samantha.&amp;nbsp; My oldest niece - engaged to be married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am feeling really old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeUELm07o-4/TgawPf9g4nI/AAAAAAAABfc/szXwl8TOKBg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeUELm07o-4/TgawPf9g4nI/AAAAAAAABfc/szXwl8TOKBg/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee and Scoti... Best Friends Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYDat0k8kxI/TgawRSa2yjI/AAAAAAAABfg/4VSk_bicxHw/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYDat0k8kxI/TgawRSa2yjI/AAAAAAAABfg/4VSk_bicxHw/s400/7.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How cute are they?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We left early because these two were falling asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were walking ahead of me - holding hands and chatting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They truly are the cutest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5469808867010598404?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5469808867010598404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5469808867010598404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5469808867010598404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5469808867010598404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/06/grease-at-tuachan.html' title='Grease at Tuachan'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlkFcyla5s4/TgawCLnXu9I/AAAAAAAABfI/IuJlRw8Z90M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3440485483987822888</id><published>2011-06-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:03:58.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfQ-W7546Qg/TgatgEKUsMI/AAAAAAAABe4/lLkAq8-iS1Q/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfQ-W7546Qg/TgatgEKUsMI/AAAAAAAABe4/lLkAq8-iS1Q/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a great Father's Day this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Decorated the entry way - Just so the Dad's in our lives would know how much we love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, and because seriously, how cute is that banner?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4llI_zjUY/TgatlJTmoYI/AAAAAAAABe8/uFFzxvyFtKw/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4llI_zjUY/TgatlJTmoYI/AAAAAAAABe8/uFFzxvyFtKw/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made these little jars with the neckties for my Dad and brothers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner.&amp;nbsp; Slightly nightmarish.&amp;nbsp; Mike said he wanted BBQ Brisket for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever made Brisket?&amp;nbsp; I never did, but I figured really, how hard can it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, harder than I thought.&amp;nbsp; It was DISGUSTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness I tasted it before everyone got here.&amp;nbsp; We had to make some last minute changes to the menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Mike had to grill chicken on Father's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HUGE FAIL.&amp;nbsp; On my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am leaving the brisket to the professionals.&amp;nbsp; We can go out for BBQ if that's what he wants from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pnK9nmFjQ0/TgatoOsOItI/AAAAAAAABfA/OgytN5rxnQw/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pnK9nmFjQ0/TgatoOsOItI/AAAAAAAABfA/OgytN5rxnQw/s400/9.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and I gave our Dad's one of these guns.&amp;nbsp; It's a 1930's war gun...somehow Russia is involved in the making... it has a bayonet attachement....some cool ammo sacks...la la la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See how much I know about them?&amp;nbsp; Not very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But my Dad, LOVED it.&amp;nbsp; He couldn't wipe the smile off his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am gonna say it was a HIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjSZOWOCfGE/TgatrE_l08I/AAAAAAAABfE/ODue8Ri1hBE/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjSZOWOCfGE/TgatrE_l08I/AAAAAAAABfE/ODue8Ri1hBE/s400/10.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We gave Mike's dad his a few weeks ago when they were here visiting.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get any pictures, but he was just as excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boys and Guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it's something I will never understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3440485483987822888?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3440485483987822888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3440485483987822888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3440485483987822888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3440485483987822888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfQ-W7546Qg/TgatgEKUsMI/AAAAAAAABe4/lLkAq8-iS1Q/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2107395662040715681</id><published>2011-06-25T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:52:35.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just LOVE when my big brother and his family comes down from Salt Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We always have a GREAT time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpVu3LoThqU/TgaqWKB2ZFI/AAAAAAAABeY/OwmX0mr2j0c/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpVu3LoThqU/TgaqWKB2ZFI/AAAAAAAABeY/OwmX0mr2j0c/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Conner and Cooper are inseparable when they are together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kept trying to get Conner to "SING FOR ME."&amp;nbsp; It was a&amp;nbsp;no go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got that face instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CAAXqVlXlM/TgaqbUIO6AI/AAAAAAAABec/dwOeA7977uI/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CAAXqVlXlM/TgaqbUIO6AI/AAAAAAAABec/dwOeA7977uI/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Lover Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_T75KqnXwU/TgaqeJ-SyyI/AAAAAAAABeg/PtHxLmEOQbU/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_T75KqnXwU/TgaqeJ-SyyI/AAAAAAAABeg/PtHxLmEOQbU/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Truly, the three of these kiddos ... TROUBLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding, it's more like pure hysterics.&amp;nbsp; They always have some goofy joke or funny story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, just listening them have conversations - HILARIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8O8A3ehYUQ/Tgaqgj_fg5I/AAAAAAAABek/Nd6eAWj2UnY/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8O8A3ehYUQ/Tgaqgj_fg5I/AAAAAAAABek/Nd6eAWj2UnY/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet little CHEESE BALL.&amp;nbsp; He sees the camera in his face and constantly smiles and yells "CHEESE!"&amp;nbsp; Love this boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMOc1uerz2o/TgaqjZOX4ZI/AAAAAAAABeo/u9vDXN74Amw/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMOc1uerz2o/TgaqjZOX4ZI/AAAAAAAABeo/u9vDXN74Amw/s320/5.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This little guy.  NEVER. CRIES.  He is an absolute doll and the tiniest little peanut ever.  He turns one this week, but he is so LITTLE!  So sweet and precious is our Little Bruce - ster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PE8-II1xPeo/TgaqmMrMJ0I/AAAAAAAABes/4emnOy66pdc/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PE8-II1xPeo/TgaqmMrMJ0I/AAAAAAAABes/4emnOy66pdc/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper always has some funny face for me.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited about the FREE ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAepM6dQ2DU/Tgaqo-fQilI/AAAAAAAABew/X_favtlY6Wo/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAepM6dQ2DU/Tgaqo-fQilI/AAAAAAAABew/X_favtlY6Wo/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Charlee Boo.&amp;nbsp; She is such an angel and my saving grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would not survive the day without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Little Mini Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpkVtjeTB8c/TgaqsJrSZII/AAAAAAAABe0/PvLdGm2UL38/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpkVtjeTB8c/TgaqsJrSZII/AAAAAAAABe0/PvLdGm2UL38/s320/8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The family, enjoying some dinner at Dickeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so lucky to have you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2107395662040715681?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2107395662040715681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2107395662040715681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2107395662040715681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2107395662040715681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-dinner.html' title='Family Dinner'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpVu3LoThqU/TgaqWKB2ZFI/AAAAAAAABeY/OwmX0mr2j0c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4946871286446358260</id><published>2011-06-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:11:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Summer Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happens when you put the Elders Quorum in charge of a Summer Ward Party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let me tell ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get a 100 foot Slip N' Slide on a gigantic downhill slab of grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Large quantities of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And several Dad's who are kids at heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UI1cAZHcb7g/TfmNLqeLknI/AAAAAAAABd8/XW1kB8GeOI8/s1600/Charlee-Slide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UI1cAZHcb7g/TfmNLqeLknI/AAAAAAAABd8/XW1kB8GeOI8/s400/Charlee-Slide.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee Boo with Bro. Tueller.&amp;nbsp; He would toss the kids on his back, take off running and launch himself down the slide.&amp;nbsp; You can tell by the look on their faces they are having a fabulous time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDiTT0JC5_I/TfmNQccMVkI/AAAAAAAABeA/YqJUzRBHZUU/s1600/Cooper-Slide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDiTT0JC5_I/TfmNQccMVkI/AAAAAAAABeA/YqJUzRBHZUU/s400/Cooper-Slide.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper with Bro. Tueller.&amp;nbsp; Really, he had to be exhausted when he left.&amp;nbsp; The kids just wouldn't leave him alone.&amp;nbsp; It was super cute watching them get so excited and have so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ISTMOf5nck/TfmNV486ybI/AAAAAAAABeE/ymkN7SM0bm8/s1600/Kellie-Slide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ISTMOf5nck/TfmNV486ybI/AAAAAAAABeE/ymkN7SM0bm8/s400/Kellie-Slide.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But who says it has to be the kids and dads who have all the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, that's Kellie riding on her honey Shan's back.&amp;nbsp; I seriously couldn't stop laughing at these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper thought it would be fun to start a water war.&amp;nbsp; With Kellie.&amp;nbsp; He snuck up behind her and dumped a 5 gallon bucket on her.&amp;nbsp; I've never seen him take off so fast in his life - and with a smile of complete satisfaction.&amp;nbsp; Not to long after, all the boys thought it would be fun to attack Kellie with buckets of water.&amp;nbsp; I personally think they think she's cute - they wanted her attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UgVJPIu0iY/TfmNZ4R5WqI/AAAAAAAABeI/ISPCriw9FxY/s1600/Charlee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UgVJPIu0iY/TfmNZ4R5WqI/AAAAAAAABeI/ISPCriw9FxY/s400/Charlee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee playing on the park with her little friends from church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVt9wR0KvaQ/TfmNbnSjUnI/AAAAAAAABeM/dLpA5niPteA/s1600/Cooper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVt9wR0KvaQ/TfmNbnSjUnI/AAAAAAAABeM/dLpA5niPteA/s400/Cooper.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper relaxing in the shade after plenty of sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g0leteHFO3Q/TfmNeoWpIwI/AAAAAAAABeQ/55JdduPOMuI/s1600/Griffin-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g0leteHFO3Q/TfmNeoWpIwI/AAAAAAAABeQ/55JdduPOMuI/s400/Griffin-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can't have a summer park party without Popsicles.&amp;nbsp; I lost track of how many this kid ate.&amp;nbsp; It seems like there was a never ending stash of those freakin' things.&amp;nbsp; Every time I turned around he had a different color, enjoying every second of it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8ADV_QYpoo/TfmNiOA8nFI/AAAAAAAABeU/ernRprteYXY/s1600/Griffin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8ADV_QYpoo/TfmNiOA8nFI/AAAAAAAABeU/ernRprteYXY/s400/Griffin.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a little snap shot of my Griffie.&amp;nbsp; I think this child would live outside if I let him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my gosh - he's just to cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4946871286446358260?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4946871286446358260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4946871286446358260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4946871286446358260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4946871286446358260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/06/ward-summer-party.html' title='Ward Summer Party'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UI1cAZHcb7g/TfmNLqeLknI/AAAAAAAABd8/XW1kB8GeOI8/s72-c/Charlee-Slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-36599380743880973</id><published>2011-05-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:22:41.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><title type='text'>Pine Wood Derby 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Cub Scouts Annual Pine&amp;nbsp;Wood Derby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper and&amp;nbsp;The Mario Kart Wii Derby Car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLFOVGieMB8/TdyBsqVQ69I/AAAAAAAABdA/mvokidqY_lU/s1600/Cooper-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLFOVGieMB8/TdyBsqVQ69I/AAAAAAAABdA/mvokidqY_lU/s320/Cooper-1.jpg" t8="true" width="306px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Check In - Weigh In.&amp;nbsp; Here the pressure begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0wtUkdp5sY/TdyBuTUU4dI/AAAAAAAABdE/R6GdIoJOpDs/s1600/Cooper-Car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0wtUkdp5sY/TdyBuTUU4dI/AAAAAAAABdE/R6GdIoJOpDs/s320/Cooper-Car.jpg" t8="true" width="286px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Car.&amp;nbsp; Lined up and ready to race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-900_ugDUNQI/TdyBw_P3dPI/AAAAAAAABdI/UeUtLrQLuF8/s1600/Cooper-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-900_ugDUNQI/TdyBw_P3dPI/AAAAAAAABdI/UeUtLrQLuF8/s320/Cooper-2.jpg" t8="true" width="311px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heat 1 - First Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heat 2 - First Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heat 3- First Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcIcRu9Qtso/TdyBzvquD_I/AAAAAAAABdM/9Q1t1230XBM/s1600/Cooper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcIcRu9Qtso/TdyBzvquD_I/AAAAAAAABdM/9Q1t1230XBM/s320/Cooper.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heat 4 - First Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The intensity and satisfaction.&amp;nbsp; All his hard work is paying off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Overall - He didn't win.&amp;nbsp; So close though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coop - you did&amp;nbsp; AWeSoMe.&amp;nbsp; We are so lucky to have such an amazing kid.&amp;nbsp; He congratulated the winners, encouraged those who's cars didn't move so quickly, offered help to the den leaders, and was just oh so happy to be there.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how quick you are growing up.&amp;nbsp; You will ALWAYS be "My Little Man" even though you are turning into quite the young man.&amp;nbsp; Congratulations on an excellent race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7E_caA4VIJk/TdyB07XnbII/AAAAAAAABdQ/VAqZ8h6NuNw/s1600/Griffin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7E_caA4VIJk/TdyB07XnbII/AAAAAAAABdQ/VAqZ8h6NuNw/s320/Griffin.jpg" t8="true" width="318px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, is he not the freakin' cutest kid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IrMcsNuFOg/TdyB3zSTM4I/AAAAAAAABdU/ugpyrQw0mIc/s1600/Scoti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IrMcsNuFOg/TdyB3zSTM4I/AAAAAAAABdU/ugpyrQw0mIc/s320/Scoti.jpg" t8="true" width="292px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Little Bran Muffin.&amp;nbsp; She loved every minute of the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-36599380743880973?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/36599380743880973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=36599380743880973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/36599380743880973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/36599380743880973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/05/pine-wood-derby-2011.html' title='Pine Wood Derby 2011'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLFOVGieMB8/TdyBsqVQ69I/AAAAAAAABdA/mvokidqY_lU/s72-c/Cooper-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-6620507516263222339</id><published>2011-05-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:13:04.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember growing up always being told "SHARE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I am constantly trying to teach the same lesson at my house "SHARE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After days and days of "that's mine" and "he took it away" or "Griffin's not SHARING" and "Scoti drank all the juice" or "Jack took the scooter" I begin to question if my kids are slow learners.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I need to change the word SHARE to SHOOBY or VROOM because really?&amp;nbsp; They don't give a what.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty much talking to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until I wake up the other morning, stumble into the kitchen and see this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcIN4b874t8/TdiKK0gqZrI/AAAAAAAABck/S0_lEbGVSvU/s1600/Griffin-n-Jack-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcIN4b874t8/TdiKK0gqZrI/AAAAAAAABck/S0_lEbGVSvU/s400/Griffin-n-Jack-1.jpg" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin and Jack managed to scoot two bar stools over to the counter, climb up with their blankies, sit down and SHARE a box of crackers with each other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see it?&amp;nbsp; Griffin is handing Jack a cracker!&amp;nbsp; They are SHARING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Makes my heart proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iP9z5x97YLA/TdiKNxnyTRI/AAAAAAAABco/4aDpRfg8rTc/s400/Griffin-n-Jack-2.jpg" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin is leaning over making sure Jack doesn't need another cracker.&amp;nbsp; He is taking care of his little Cracker Jack (that's our nickname for Jack)&amp;nbsp; They are the best of friends.&amp;nbsp; Griffin loves him so much, he takes care of Jack, teaches him NAUGHTY things, pulls him up the ladder because Jack is just a little bit to small to make it.&amp;nbsp; Griffin will not go ANYWHERE without his Jack.&amp;nbsp; Man, I am so lucky to have these little boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc84Jt8xQ8A/TdiKO1b7FYI/AAAAAAAABcs/4ndahlux12c/s1600/Griffin-n-Jack-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc84Jt8xQ8A/TdiKO1b7FYI/AAAAAAAABcs/4ndahlux12c/s400/Griffin-n-Jack-3.jpg" width="333px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let this kid fool you with his sweet little innocent half smile...he is full on NAUGHTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like how he shouldn't have been in the pantry getting the crackers??!&amp;nbsp; And climbing on the stools??!&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, and eating crackers before breakfast!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But, we are learning to&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SHARE!&amp;nbsp; WEEHAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-6620507516263222339?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6620507516263222339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=6620507516263222339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6620507516263222339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6620507516263222339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/05/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcIN4b874t8/TdiKK0gqZrI/AAAAAAAABck/S0_lEbGVSvU/s72-c/Griffin-n-Jack-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4085688254382795505</id><published>2011-04-10T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:06:14.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes &amp; More Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; I posted this on my craft blog and facebook, but this is my own little online journal of sorts.&amp;nbsp; I have to update and keep track of the going on of one's life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along time ago, my older sister and I dreamed about having our own event planning business - weddings, parties, catering.&amp;nbsp; The whole shebang.&amp;nbsp; We even thought at one time of opening up a bakery and baking all day.&amp;nbsp; I mean really, how sweet would that be?&amp;nbsp; Baking yummy treats and pastries all day?!&amp;nbsp; Can you say YUM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, after years of talking and dreaming I thought "Why not?"&amp;nbsp; I can bake.&amp;nbsp; I can kind of cook.&amp;nbsp; And yes, I think there is a HUGE difference.&amp;nbsp; One thing I knew I was good at and I had a talent for was making a divine tasting cupcake look&amp;nbsp;so desirable you had to take a bite.&amp;nbsp; I know that my Heavenly Father gave me this talent and I needed to put it to use.&amp;nbsp; Each and every one of us is passionately great at something.&amp;nbsp; We have been blessed with the ability and have only been asked to develop it, learn from it, and grow from it.&amp;nbsp; Sounds kind of silly to think I would be saying I have been blessed with a talent of baking a cupcake.&amp;nbsp; I mean really!?&amp;nbsp; Can't we all make a cupcake?&amp;nbsp; Truth be told... I can't bake bread to save my life.&amp;nbsp; Those who can bake delicious bread have talent in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, here I am.&amp;nbsp; Baking. Creating. Building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79iL7PVpnj4/TaJCIyL8YVI/AAAAAAAABb4/LskEYFSMJkQ/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79iL7PVpnj4/TaJCIyL8YVI/AAAAAAAABb4/LskEYFSMJkQ/s400/4.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I built the cupcake "tree" to fit into the bride's wedding theme.&amp;nbsp; The cake was dark chocolate with coconut butter cream.&amp;nbsp; Fresh orchids adorned the cake matching the bride's bouquet.&amp;nbsp; The four cupcake flavors were: Chocolate Key Lime, Chocolate Coconut, Chocolate Raspberry and Chocolate Almond - sprinkled with white sugar giving each cupcake a touch of sparkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ceremony and reception was at the Ledges - everything was breath taking.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed watching the florist put her finishing touches on the centerpieces and the photographer making sure the bride was standing just right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was all so comfortable - like I belonged in this little world and I had my own perfect little spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4085688254382795505?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4085688254382795505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4085688254382795505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4085688254382795505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4085688254382795505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-weddingoh-yeah.html' title='Cupcakes &amp; More Cupcakes'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79iL7PVpnj4/TaJCIyL8YVI/AAAAAAAABb4/LskEYFSMJkQ/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-315763970011663948</id><published>2011-04-02T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:14:25.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we headed up to the park with the Worthington's.&amp;nbsp; The kids rode on the four wheeler, played on the slides, drove around the pink Jeep, had some lunch, and enjoyed spending time with great friends&amp;nbsp;in the beautiful weather.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGauqLYwK7I/TZd8oizkxSI/AAAAAAAABbE/oDyMXlYQEAM/s1600/Griffin+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGauqLYwK7I/TZd8oizkxSI/AAAAAAAABbE/oDyMXlYQEAM/s320/Griffin+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BSEulEQ3nM/TZd8V5X1KDI/AAAAAAAABa4/J0fe-9jVBSw/s1600/Charlee+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BSEulEQ3nM/TZd8V5X1KDI/AAAAAAAABa4/J0fe-9jVBSw/s320/Charlee+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zkc2SL2SIo/TZd8kd0QuDI/AAAAAAAABbA/UEx0MtXUs7I/s1600/Charlee+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zkc2SL2SIo/TZd8kd0QuDI/AAAAAAAABbA/UEx0MtXUs7I/s320/Charlee+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hetQqMFat2Q/TZd8da0YrpI/AAAAAAAABa8/2HZ19ay6UW4/s1600/Charlee+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hetQqMFat2Q/TZd8da0YrpI/AAAAAAAABa8/2HZ19ay6UW4/s320/Charlee+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photography compliments of Wendy Winget and Holly Worthington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-315763970011663948?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/315763970011663948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=315763970011663948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/315763970011663948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/315763970011663948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-at-park.html' title='Day at the Park'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGauqLYwK7I/TZd8oizkxSI/AAAAAAAABbE/oDyMXlYQEAM/s72-c/Griffin+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2407748970137130410</id><published>2011-03-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:19:07.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>The Wedding....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many of you have heard me talking about "The Wedding!" I had the opportunity to plan a wedding with a few friends. I will spare you all the boring details and just share the gorgeous pictures. The theme was "Music in the Park."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d-KdizHozsw/TY0ZKJO3SLI/AAAAAAAABag/MrwruTh2gyg/s1600/wedding1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d-KdizHozsw/TY0ZKJO3SLI/AAAAAAAABag/MrwruTh2gyg/s320/wedding1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uGko_8j2_P4/TY0ZL_4MTUI/AAAAAAAABak/STvJOCUr_Pc/s1600/wedding5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uGko_8j2_P4/TY0ZL_4MTUI/AAAAAAAABak/STvJOCUr_Pc/s320/wedding5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RkRJSFQ6dlg/TY0ZMz-SLBI/AAAAAAAABao/AsW6K44qpPA/s1600/wedding4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RkRJSFQ6dlg/TY0ZMz-SLBI/AAAAAAAABao/AsW6K44qpPA/s320/wedding4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEmZPUV3amo/TY0ZN0m8yjI/AAAAAAAABas/CcBgEaM6tyM/s1600/wedding3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rEmZPUV3amo/TY0ZN0m8yjI/AAAAAAAABas/CcBgEaM6tyM/s320/wedding3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0dBehrG9gyk/TY0ZPDQQd5I/AAAAAAAABaw/BBuiQ2XD0n0/s1600/wedding7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0dBehrG9gyk/TY0ZPDQQd5I/AAAAAAAABaw/BBuiQ2XD0n0/s320/wedding7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JriCBvs8pQg/TY0ZPxdYXVI/AAAAAAAABa0/mngmswtEw8c/s1600/wedding6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JriCBvs8pQg/TY0ZPxdYXVI/AAAAAAAABa0/mngmswtEw8c/s320/wedding6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything turned out beautiful.&amp;nbsp; If you want to see more pictures, check out my craft blog!&amp;nbsp; Thanks to Wendy Winget (Holly's sweet momma) for taking theses amazing pictures!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2407748970137130410?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2407748970137130410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2407748970137130410&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2407748970137130410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2407748970137130410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/03/wedding.html' title='The Wedding....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d-KdizHozsw/TY0ZKJO3SLI/AAAAAAAABag/MrwruTh2gyg/s72-c/wedding1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4069023886056046707</id><published>2011-02-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:40:16.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Quite The Slacker...</title><content type='html'>I have decided it is very hard to manage this blog.&amp;nbsp; I have come to the conclusion that my life HAPPENS and that is why I cannot keep this darn thing updated.&amp;nbsp; There are so many things going on everyday, this blog is the last thing on my mind!&amp;nbsp; I need to be more mindful because I have tried to keep this as our family journal.&amp;nbsp; But for now...I have WAY to much going on and that is all I have to say!&amp;nbsp; So there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4069023886056046707?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4069023886056046707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4069023886056046707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4069023886056046707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4069023886056046707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-quite-slacker.html' title='I&apos;m Quite The Slacker...'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-8126728322370837554</id><published>2011-01-02T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:33:34.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why does it always seem like we wait forever for the HOLIDAY season to get here, then once it's here, it's OVER? Just. Like. That.&amp;nbsp; Even thought the season comes and goes so quick, I still love it, enjoy it, miss it, and wait for it to come around again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year our family did a little something different.&amp;nbsp; Around Thanksgiving we sat the kids down for a Family Home Evening.&amp;nbsp; During our lesson we talked about the real reason we celebrate Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The birth of Christ was much different than a the birth of a child today.&amp;nbsp; For Christ was born in a manger, not a hospital.&amp;nbsp; Mary and Joseph delivered the Christ child alone - no doctor, no nurse.&amp;nbsp; Baby Jesus was a gift to the world.&amp;nbsp; A gift like no other, for He would bring peace, joy, and eternal life to this earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then proceeded to tell of the Three Wise Men who traveled for many years to find the Christ child.&amp;nbsp; They had THREE gifts to give Him.&amp;nbsp; Frankincense, Myhhr, and Gold.&amp;nbsp; Baby Jesus did not receive these gifts at birth.&amp;nbsp; It was many years later the Three Kings found him, then did Jesus receive them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year, we did the same.&amp;nbsp; Each child was to receive THREE gifts.&amp;nbsp; And ONE gift from Santa - because the fun and excitement that Santa brings should be enjoyed by all children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know many of you have heard of this idea, and I was told about it from a great friend!&amp;nbsp; Thanks Tara!&amp;nbsp; I do have to say, our Christmas was much smaller this year but much more meaningful.&amp;nbsp; I truly feel my children had a new respect for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; They were even more excited this year than in years past because they had to really THINK and PONDER what they wanted.&amp;nbsp; Since they only got three gifts, they knew they needed to put what they really wanted and needed on their list.&amp;nbsp; Not just every toy they saw on T.V. that looked like fun.&amp;nbsp; Without a doubt this will become a tradition for the McRae Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEH590A9OI/AAAAAAAABUo/3InTg73-tZI/s1600/DSCN2250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEH590A9OI/AAAAAAAABUo/3InTg73-tZI/s320/DSCN2250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Morning.&amp;nbsp; Growing up in my family, all the kids would sleep in ONE room Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; My kids have taken on the tradition without any encouragement from me.&amp;nbsp; I guess it's a known thing with kids....they all LOVE each other a little more during Christmas!&amp;nbsp; See!?&amp;nbsp; Can you just feel the LOVE!&amp;nbsp; Aren't the so stinkin' cute!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEH9Cr27nI/AAAAAAAABUs/tXJkVqWxYcQ/s1600/DSCN2254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEH9Cr27nI/AAAAAAAABUs/tXJkVqWxYcQ/s320/DSCN2254.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the Grifster.&amp;nbsp; He insisted on a picture with EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIBI3bnpI/AAAAAAAABUw/OYSCRx5V-FE/s1600/DSCN2256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIBI3bnpI/AAAAAAAABUw/OYSCRx5V-FE/s320/DSCN2256.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and Griffie.&amp;nbsp; He just loves his picture taken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIKNx9EcI/AAAAAAAABU0/fjecbAfe1vY/s1600/DSCN2259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIKNx9EcI/AAAAAAAABU0/fjecbAfe1vY/s320/DSCN2259.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids trying their BEST to be PATIENT while we make sure Santa came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEISOUp24I/AAAAAAAABU4/AC2GE_XIuzQ/s1600/DSCN2264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEISOUp24I/AAAAAAAABU4/AC2GE_XIuzQ/s320/DSCN2264.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All Charlee wanted was MAKEUP and NAIL STUFF!&amp;nbsp; She makes me slightly nervous.&amp;nbsp; What six year old doesn't want toys, or dolls?&amp;nbsp; My daughter.&amp;nbsp; She wants big girl stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIa1c9r4I/AAAAAAAABU8/W56zyuV6BgM/s1600/DSCN2265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIa1c9r4I/AAAAAAAABU8/W56zyuV6BgM/s320/DSCN2265.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE this kid!&amp;nbsp; I told Santa PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE.&amp;nbsp; No more video or computer games.&amp;nbsp; Cooper needs something else to do with his time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIkueXhCI/AAAAAAAABVA/agOkSUbFk5U/s1600/DSCN2279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIkueXhCI/AAAAAAAABVA/agOkSUbFk5U/s320/DSCN2279.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin is ever so sweetly modeling a pair of pajamas.&amp;nbsp; But he's taking after his big brother with NO SHIRT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIr5gTnfI/AAAAAAAABVE/CjGXCP7WD4A/s1600/DSCN2281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEIr5gTnfI/AAAAAAAABVE/CjGXCP7WD4A/s320/DSCN2281.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa brought Griffin a BIG WHEEL TRIKE!&amp;nbsp; I think I had more fun with this than Griffin did!&amp;nbsp; He is now catching on that this toy is pretty freakin' awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope each one of you enjoyed your Holiday Season as much as we did. I hope you all felt the Spirit of Christ in your hearts and homes. This time of year brings such joy and happiness, may we carry it with us throughout the NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-8126728322370837554?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8126728322370837554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=8126728322370837554&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8126728322370837554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8126728322370837554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TSEH590A9OI/AAAAAAAABUo/3InTg73-tZI/s72-c/DSCN2250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4194051294561916946</id><published>2010-12-27T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:15:44.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Every Girl Wants For Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I know you're jealous!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TRlH_zlTadI/AAAAAAAABUU/jCwHV4UOK2U/s1600/12-27-10+126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TRlH_zlTadI/AAAAAAAABUU/jCwHV4UOK2U/s320/12-27-10+126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if you're not.... well, something is desperately wrong with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TRlHzpCF8AI/AAAAAAAABUQ/bMhiUwyKeOQ/s1600/12-27-10+134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TRlHzpCF8AI/AAAAAAAABUQ/bMhiUwyKeOQ/s320/12-27-10+134.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4194051294561916946?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4194051294561916946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4194051294561916946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4194051294561916946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4194051294561916946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-every-girl-wants-for-christmas.html' title='What Every Girl Wants For Christmas!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TRlH_zlTadI/AAAAAAAABUU/jCwHV4UOK2U/s72-c/12-27-10+126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5615673751534006009</id><published>2010-11-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:24:07.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Play Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you can say I have been a little slacker and have not been keeping up on the McRae happenings...How sad for me because now, I get to play catch up for my online journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Griffin Turned 2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRtUBtrBhI/AAAAAAAABOU/dj4RhRjVnxo/s1600/DSCN1581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRtUBtrBhI/AAAAAAAABOU/dj4RhRjVnxo/s200/DSCN1581.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRtGWIo1WI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eOIQwfyiUQs/s1600/DSCN1565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRtGWIo1WI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eOIQwfyiUQs/s320/DSCN1565.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated Griffin, Jackson and Brody's SECOND birthday all together.&amp;nbsp; We had a beach party theme and it turned out fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Molly, Our Newest Addition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRu-az6wXI/AAAAAAAABOc/bQCsLrnxvLo/s1600/DSCN1589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRu-az6wXI/AAAAAAAABOc/bQCsLrnxvLo/s320/DSCN1589.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is She Not ADORABLE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRvRfwOb_I/AAAAAAAABOg/VgXlBatcgJQ/s1600/DSCN1590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRvRfwOb_I/AAAAAAAABOg/VgXlBatcgJQ/s320/DSCN1590.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This girl turned SIX!&amp;nbsp; Can you believe my little girl is growing up so quick?&amp;nbsp; She is turning into quite the little lady too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRvlC58FRI/AAAAAAAABOk/8UMR83tCCWI/s1600/DSCN1603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRvlC58FRI/AAAAAAAABOk/8UMR83tCCWI/s320/DSCN1603.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee opened her presents and&amp;nbsp;loved that they were ALL Polly Pockets!&amp;nbsp; Silly girl, she LOVES these things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRyQc7maJI/AAAAAAAABPE/dx3r-VyWWa4/s1600/DSCN1607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRyQc7maJI/AAAAAAAABPE/dx3r-VyWWa4/s320/DSCN1607.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlee's Birthday Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CUPCAKES &amp;amp; ICE CREAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously think it is the cutest birthday party ever!&amp;nbsp; I am going to&amp;nbsp;post her party on my craft blog, I have so many more FUN pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then there's this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Need I say more?&amp;nbsp; Sorry Anne, I just had to post this picture...not a day you want to remember I am sure?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRv6jfNodI/AAAAAAAABOo/PPRa9ybxXeQ/s1600/DSCN1925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRv6jfNodI/AAAAAAAABOo/PPRa9ybxXeQ/s320/DSCN1925.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Molly dog is getting bigger, and she loves to take her daily nap in the basket on the jogging stroller.&amp;nbsp; All I have to say is she had better not chew this up or she's gonna need to find a new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRwS1El3yI/AAAAAAAABOs/G41O4hdow-0/s1600/DSCN1927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRwS1El3yI/AAAAAAAABOs/G41O4hdow-0/s320/DSCN1927.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cute kid, Mr. Cooper, turned NINE!&amp;nbsp; Can you believe I am old enough to have a NINE year old?&amp;nbsp; Man, I am getting up there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRxFCNE22I/AAAAAAAABO0/RCHyINmC94s/s1600/DSCN1977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRxFCNE22I/AAAAAAAABO0/RCHyINmC94s/s320/DSCN1977.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRwsLE67DI/AAAAAAAABOw/wC9gKMu4ZAc/s1600/DSCN1973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRwsLE67DI/AAAAAAAABOw/wC9gKMu4ZAc/s320/DSCN1973.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Camp Coopers&amp;nbsp;Backyard Birthday Bash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRxc4VgemI/AAAAAAAABO4/EANwObCLKkI/s1600/DSCN1974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRxc4VgemI/AAAAAAAABO4/EANwObCLKkI/s320/DSCN1974.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We cooked our Hot Dog dinners over the fire, then roasted our marshmallows to make smores for dessert.&amp;nbsp; Played some night games and laser tag, it was a fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRx0qMQZdI/AAAAAAAABO8/MrlgXQup4Kk/s1600/DSCN1884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRx0qMQZdI/AAAAAAAABO8/MrlgXQup4Kk/s320/DSCN1884.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My candy corn wreath was featured on UCreate...the Oprah of craft blogs!&amp;nbsp; You can't even imagine the perma grin that was on my face the ENTIRE day!&amp;nbsp; I was so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRx2vP8QJI/AAAAAAAABPA/uyTrJcmPILk/s1600/cupcake-label-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRx2vP8QJI/AAAAAAAABPA/uyTrJcmPILk/s320/cupcake-label-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, I started this.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe I actually did something so crazy!&amp;nbsp; It has been so fun and rewarding!&amp;nbsp; I have loved seeing the smiles a cupcake can bring to others faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5615673751534006009?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5615673751534006009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5615673751534006009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5615673751534006009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5615673751534006009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/11/gonna-play-catch-up.html' title='Gonna Play Catch Up...'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TNRtUBtrBhI/AAAAAAAABOU/dj4RhRjVnxo/s72-c/DSCN1581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4116628076276319550</id><published>2010-10-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:04:29.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Griffin, Jackson &amp; Brody</title><content type='html'>I have this really cute friend Kesha and she took the little boys' TWO year old pictures for us last week.&amp;nbsp; Can you believe these little stinkers are already TWO?&amp;nbsp; I can't... but they are!&amp;nbsp; These little boys are best little buds.&amp;nbsp; They all have different personalities but love each other so much!&amp;nbsp; Just thought I would share some of the cuteness with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MNZTY3CI/AAAAAAAABNk/HAFQCiwpS48/s1600/DSC_0020EB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MNZTY3CI/AAAAAAAABNk/HAFQCiwpS48/s320/DSC_0020EB.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think they really knew what was going on here...they all look a little confused!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MSMffiAI/AAAAAAAABNo/Awk8TVpnVxM/s1600/DSC_0032EB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MSMffiAI/AAAAAAAABNo/Awk8TVpnVxM/s320/DSC_0032EB.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin, he's my little lover boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MVUZJA1I/AAAAAAAABNs/aCzp5P1Gq_Q/s1600/DSC_0044E1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MVUZJA1I/AAAAAAAABNs/aCzp5P1Gq_Q/s320/DSC_0044E1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MZWCCT7I/AAAAAAAABNw/b6SR0fnAQmM/s1600/DSC_0049E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MZWCCT7I/AAAAAAAABNw/b6SR0fnAQmM/s320/DSC_0049E.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know he's thinking..."Hum, how far can I throw this rock that's in my left hand?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5McW5SMfI/AAAAAAAABN0/yJNs6DMRZB0/s1600/DSC_0054ES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5McW5SMfI/AAAAAAAABN0/yJNs6DMRZB0/s320/DSC_0054ES.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love those big brown eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Mf8tyj7I/AAAAAAAABN4/HwZDUe67nkk/s1600/DSC_0061E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Mf8tyj7I/AAAAAAAABN4/HwZDUe67nkk/s320/DSC_0061E.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, my lover boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Mi7qJiQI/AAAAAAAABN8/JHrYQw8XKAQ/s1600/DSC_0118E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Mi7qJiQI/AAAAAAAABN8/JHrYQw8XKAQ/s320/DSC_0118E.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little Jack, he is so stinkin' sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MnwKYZyI/AAAAAAAABOA/vgOGUvc8urM/s1600/DSC_0120E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MnwKYZyI/AAAAAAAABOA/vgOGUvc8urM/s320/DSC_0120E.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Ms0AS2BI/AAAAAAAABOE/6P1D7jQ4HQ8/s1600/DSC_0123E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Ms0AS2BI/AAAAAAAABOE/6P1D7jQ4HQ8/s320/DSC_0123E.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think he started to panic a little...his head being stuck and all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MwQ5O6GI/AAAAAAAABOI/j5OKHIn5euc/s1600/DSC_0127ES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MwQ5O6GI/AAAAAAAABOI/j5OKHIn5euc/s320/DSC_0127ES.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Brody pouting, he lays down on the ground.&amp;nbsp; At least he isn't kickin' and screamin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Mxqf11oI/AAAAAAAABOM/2ly5ZgsdsjE/s1600/DSC_0129E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5Mxqf11oI/AAAAAAAABOM/2ly5ZgsdsjE/s320/DSC_0129E.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jack kept trying to hide from the camera, this is a little peek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4116628076276319550?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4116628076276319550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4116628076276319550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4116628076276319550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4116628076276319550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/10/griffin-jackson-brody.html' title='Griffin, Jackson &amp; Brody'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TL5MNZTY3CI/AAAAAAAABNk/HAFQCiwpS48/s72-c/DSC_0020EB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4318219648284738658</id><published>2010-10-12T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:09:54.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conner'/><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera by Conner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the CUTEST nephew on the planet!&amp;nbsp; It truly makes me sad they don't live here close to me anymore because I love this little kid so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few weeks ago my brother Jesse and his family were here to visit.&amp;nbsp; We were sitting on the couch when Jesse said "Conner, sing the Phantom of the Opera for Aunt Boo!"&amp;nbsp; Conner bursts out into song and let me tell you, it isn't just little kid singing that's cutesy.&amp;nbsp; This kid can SING!&amp;nbsp; I laughed so hard I almost cried...not because it is bad, but because he is amazingly good and he is so flippin cute I couldn't help but laugh, in a GOOD way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, guess what?&amp;nbsp; They are here again this week!&amp;nbsp; Yippeee!!!&amp;nbsp; And, I was prepared this time.&amp;nbsp; I broke out the video camera and captured Conners talent!&amp;nbsp; Check him out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cdfef12b8257bf8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcdfef12b8257bf8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331303848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5550F4B26B6B92B95DAC47DD1FB61252005EABD2.22AC64814EAF4050CDD79E001B05E2C8316C938D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdfef12b8257bf8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGWNIyT8V7E_7BMe_Av1RsimUzWc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcdfef12b8257bf8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331303848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5550F4B26B6B92B95DAC47DD1FB61252005EABD2.22AC64814EAF4050CDD79E001B05E2C8316C938D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdfef12b8257bf8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGWNIyT8V7E_7BMe_Av1RsimUzWc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't get him to be too serious because he had an audience of cousins.&amp;nbsp; But, still this kid can sing!&amp;nbsp; I love how he sings his name and then his great big beautiful smile when he is finished!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THIS KID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp;please&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;mind that all the kids are partially undressed...not sure why exactly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4318219648284738658?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4318219648284738658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4318219648284738658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4318219648284738658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4318219648284738658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/10/phantom-of-opera-by-conner.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera by Conner'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5842660597669599885</id><published>2010-10-04T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:38:27.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>St. George Marathon 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Once In A Lifetime Experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpoyp4IbaI/AAAAAAAABMU/v6sMbMqHQOc/s1600/DSCN1854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpoyp4IbaI/AAAAAAAABMU/v6sMbMqHQOc/s320/DSCN1854.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Shaunna, bright and early in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it wasn't bright at all, it was dark.&amp;nbsp; It was 4:30 a.m., but we look all bright and cheery!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpo9ojpJTI/AAAAAAAABMY/N6jsvGkoQUo/s1600/DSCN1855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpo9ojpJTI/AAAAAAAABMY/N6jsvGkoQUo/s320/DSCN1855.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to put this blurry picture on because I am on my tip toes so Shaunna doesn't feel SO TALL next to me!!&amp;nbsp; And, because Shaunna is announcing something on her shirt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"BABY THOMPSON"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Shaunna is 2 months pregnant and running a FREAKIN' marathon!&amp;nbsp; She is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpodDV7k9I/AAAAAAAABL4/UsOE14P-XX8/s1600/IMG_2549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpodDV7k9I/AAAAAAAABL4/UsOE14P-XX8/s320/IMG_2549.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have the sweetest kiddos.&amp;nbsp; They were so excited to watch me finish!&amp;nbsp; And, I have to say they must have&amp;nbsp;demonstrated some patience waiting for their mama to finally make it across the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpodhS7JXI/AAAAAAAABL8/Kxs6SxPLMJM/s1600/IMG_2550a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpodhS7JXI/AAAAAAAABL8/Kxs6SxPLMJM/s320/IMG_2550a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy to see them as I came down the home stretch.&amp;nbsp; I had to keep grinning because I was going to have an emotional break down.&amp;nbsp; This race was one of the most physically demanding things I have ever had to endure.&amp;nbsp; There was a sign someone posted along the course that said: "Running is all mental...And we are all INSANE!"&amp;nbsp; Well, running this far for the first time, I thought I was insane.&amp;nbsp; Many times I had to push aside the "I can't do this" attitude and tell myself "You can finish this and you will!"&amp;nbsp; So, seeing my family at the finish line I had to smile and push back the tears because I was so HAPPY to see the end so close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpoejOKWMI/AAAAAAAABMA/yTg18iKDoTA/s1600/IMG_2553a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpoejOKWMI/AAAAAAAABMA/yTg18iKDoTA/s320/IMG_2553a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I grabbed my little Griffin man and made my way to the finish line!&amp;nbsp; He looked so stinkin' confused, I couldn't help but laugh at him.&amp;nbsp; I don't think he had any idea what was going on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpofLiNlAI/AAAAAAAABME/2tNK4hU8FFc/s1600/IMG_2559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpofLiNlAI/AAAAAAAABME/2tNK4hU8FFc/s320/IMG_2559.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really couldn't have done this without the excitement of Cooper and Charlee.&amp;nbsp; Each day, they would ask me "How far you running today Mom?"&amp;nbsp; And every time I came back from a run they always asked, "How far did you go?&amp;nbsp; What was your time?"&amp;nbsp; How cute are they?&amp;nbsp; And then Mike!&amp;nbsp; What a great husband I have!&amp;nbsp; He would come home from working a really late shift, I would leave to do long runs when he went to bed, the kids were up shortly after and he never complained about me going.&amp;nbsp; He would always encourage me to push myself and train hard.&amp;nbsp; He always told me I could do it and I decided he was right!&amp;nbsp; I sent Mike a text around mile 24 telling him I was coming and his reply was "You got this.....DOOOOOO IIIIIIIT!!!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have done it without my cute little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I don't think you can read Griffins white trash wife beater, but it says "My mom RUNS like a MOTHER!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpohCi_-XI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Zl1MzBDUsUw/s1600/IMG_2564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpohCi_-XI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Zl1MzBDUsUw/s320/IMG_2564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shaunna, Brody, Scott, Mom, Charlee, Me, Griffin, Cooper, Mike, Tammie, Jackson, and Scotlyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to get a picture of the whole family!&amp;nbsp; Each one of them were there to support both Shaunna and me!&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful family&amp;nbsp;I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpofrcUwvI/AAAAAAAABMI/2DyL77H1itU/s1600/IMG_2562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpofrcUwvI/AAAAAAAABMI/2DyL77H1itU/s320/IMG_2562.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited to see my amazing friend Tara at the end!&amp;nbsp; Now, Tara is a REAL, true friend because not very many&amp;nbsp;friends would give me a big hug like this after&amp;nbsp;running in the heat for 5 hours, I know I stink!&amp;nbsp; Tara, you are the SWEETEST, GREATEST friend anyone could ask for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpogTvQMDI/AAAAAAAABMM/ry2Y-ovbc4k/s1600/IMG_2563a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpogTvQMDI/AAAAAAAABMM/ry2Y-ovbc4k/s320/IMG_2563a.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I set a goal of 4:30 to finish the race.&amp;nbsp; About three weeks ago I had to change my goal because I had some hip problems.&amp;nbsp; Those darn hips... I changed my time to 5 hours, but I didn't make it.&amp;nbsp; I finished at 5:33.&amp;nbsp; I am sad and disappointed I didn't finish by my goal time, but I am grateful I finished!&amp;nbsp; I am grateful my body survived and endured to the finish line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you&amp;nbsp;to everyone for your support and encouragement!&amp;nbsp; You have NO idea how much it helped me!&amp;nbsp; Also, Shaunna, THANK YOU!&amp;nbsp; You kept me going when I didn't want to anymore.&amp;nbsp; You told me we could do this and it would be so much fun and so worth it at the end.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful to have you for my running partner!&amp;nbsp; We made some fun memories running down that freaking canyon in the wee hours of the morning!&amp;nbsp; Especially the morning with the coyotes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now.... I'M DONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time.....?&amp;nbsp; I dunno, we shall see!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5842660597669599885?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5842660597669599885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5842660597669599885&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5842660597669599885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5842660597669599885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/10/st-george-marathon-2010.html' title='St. George Marathon 2010'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TKpoyp4IbaI/AAAAAAAABMU/v6sMbMqHQOc/s72-c/DSCN1854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7659096918460574616</id><published>2010-09-29T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:57:06.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check This Out!</title><content type='html'>I have a super cute friend who takes AMAZING photos!&amp;nbsp; She is having a giveaway on her blog right now!&amp;nbsp; Go &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelliestilsonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-family-session-giveaway.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and check it out.&amp;nbsp; Make sure to enter for your chance to win and FREE photo session with Kellie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7659096918460574616?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7659096918460574616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7659096918460574616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7659096918460574616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7659096918460574616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/09/check-this-out.html' title='Check This Out!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2047267023898024735</id><published>2010-09-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:22:42.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><title type='text'>Cooper's Final Draft</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning out Coops backpack this morning, while going through his school work I found a paper he wrote.&amp;nbsp; It was so cute and funny I had to share!&amp;nbsp; Here it is word for word and exactly how he wrote it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Draft by Cooper Date 9/10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My favorite place to go is Salt Lake because I get to see my cousins.&amp;nbsp; Their names are Kalli, Hanna, Izeck and Macie.&amp;nbsp; Every time I go up there we go to Lagoon and Cherry Hill.&amp;nbsp; I love Salt Lake because when we go up there to Lagoon and Cherry Hill I get to see my Grandpa and Grandma!&amp;nbsp; I love Salt Lake so much that I want to live there for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Also before I stop writing I just want to say that if you live in Salt Lake you have snow in the winter.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was so sweet because he truly does love his cousins Kalli, Hanna, Izeck and Macie!&amp;nbsp; He loves to spend time with them and go to Lagoon and Cherry Hill.&amp;nbsp; But my favorite part is how he said before he stops writing....snow!&amp;nbsp; Well, I guess when he's older he can live in SLC but his mama is going to stay right here in sunny St. George!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2047267023898024735?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2047267023898024735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2047267023898024735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2047267023898024735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2047267023898024735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/09/coopers-final-draft.html' title='Cooper&apos;s Final Draft'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7849023821809579462</id><published>2010-09-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:09:59.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out This Halloween Give Away!</title><content type='html'>Check out Crae's Creations Halloween Give Away.&amp;nbsp; Click &lt;a href="http://craescreations.blogspot.com/2010/09/halloween-give-away.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to win enter for your chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TJWM97k_YPI/AAAAAAAABKE/nRVoXWuLe70/s1600/Trick-or-Treat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TJWM97k_YPI/AAAAAAAABKE/nRVoXWuLe70/s400/Trick-or-Treat.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7849023821809579462?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7849023821809579462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7849023821809579462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7849023821809579462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7849023821809579462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/09/check-out-this-halloween-give-away.html' title='Check Out This Halloween Give Away!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TJWM97k_YPI/AAAAAAAABKE/nRVoXWuLe70/s72-c/Trick-or-Treat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2714662883472093331</id><published>2010-08-08T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:41:00.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reclaimed Headboard</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have to brag for a minute or two.&amp;nbsp; We finally upgraded and got ourselves a KING mattress...YIPEE!&amp;nbsp; Mike and I built our headboard instead of spending WAY to much money for over priced furniture.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't met Ana over at Knock Off Wood, you are missing out.&amp;nbsp; She has amazing skills and provides TONS of plans for just about anything you would want or need.&amp;nbsp; And the best part, they are all&amp;nbsp;FREE!&amp;nbsp; I posted about this on my &lt;a href="http://www.craescreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;craft blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with more details if your interested.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's how it turned out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TF93VKQ0W7I/AAAAAAAABBY/VVVtjlym9UE/s1600/camera+unload+8-9-10+241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TF93VKQ0W7I/AAAAAAAABBY/VVVtjlym9UE/s400/camera+unload+8-9-10+241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Want to know the total cost for this headboard?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know you did.... $50.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2714662883472093331?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2714662883472093331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2714662883472093331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2714662883472093331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2714662883472093331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/08/reclaimed-headboard.html' title='The Reclaimed Headboard'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TF93VKQ0W7I/AAAAAAAABBY/VVVtjlym9UE/s72-c/camera+unload+8-9-10+241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3404552856932378519</id><published>2010-08-07T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:03:09.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Running....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it!&amp;nbsp; The marathon is less than 2 months away and running is becoming my life.&amp;nbsp; This morning Shaunna and I ran 12 miles for our training.&amp;nbsp; Each week we have a long run and increase our miles so that by the time the marathon rolls around, we are READY!&amp;nbsp; I know this sounds crazy, but today was a GREAT run!&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfectly overcast and lightening was striking in the distance.&amp;nbsp; Around Winchester we felt drops of rain which lasted for about a mile,&amp;nbsp;aahhh it&amp;nbsp;felt wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes during a run, I will feel completely exhausted and want to quit, today was not that day!&amp;nbsp; I was having one of those "I can run forever" moments.&amp;nbsp; I think Shaunna was too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the last 8 months of running, I have been able to have a lot of "quiet time." Time to think, or not think, enjoy the beauty of Southern Utah, curse the heat and smell real sweaty.&amp;nbsp; However, during my quiet times I have the opportunity to really focus on things that matter.&amp;nbsp; Right now, LIFE matters a lot to me.&amp;nbsp; Griffin is almost two and it is hard to believe the day he was born was the day I almost left this earth.&amp;nbsp; Since then, I have had a change of perspective and during my runs, I think about them... A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious, it can end so quickly and without any warning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companionship, trust, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the moments I snuggle with my kids and now snuggle every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the words I LOVE YOU never get old.&amp;nbsp; I say it all the time...to everyone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendships are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up to quickly so never pass up the opportunity to spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is TRUE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priesthood blessings provide miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying new things is healthy.&amp;nbsp; And, not just food.&amp;nbsp; Like camping...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service to others is a must!&amp;nbsp; If I see a need, I have a great desire to fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some money is a must, but lots of it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power tools provide an outlet for moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink is a FABULOUS color.&amp;nbsp; I'm not ashamed to admit that if I wasn't married, my kitchen would have several PINK appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes are delicious and should be eaten at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent is given from God.&amp;nbsp; Use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that fill my mind while running.&amp;nbsp; I really am grateful I have the ability to run.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;am happy I am healthy.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful I have had certain experiences in my life to help me prioritize and focus on what really matters.&amp;nbsp; Thank you RUNNING for giving me the time to reflect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3404552856932378519?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3404552856932378519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3404552856932378519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3404552856932378519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3404552856932378519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/08/running.html' title='Running....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2327749947271692911</id><published>2010-07-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:09:17.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids are SPOILED!&amp;nbsp; Yes, SPOILED.&amp;nbsp; My parents bought Cooper, Charlee and Griffin this AMAZING water slide for ALL of their birthdays.&amp;nbsp; We opened it up a little early and had WAY to much fun with this thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbQou7OEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/uToeA3D0Js4/s1600/DSCN1400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbQou7OEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/uToeA3D0Js4/s400/DSCN1400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a little get together with some friends!&amp;nbsp; The kids had a BLAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Callaways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbcD7tNqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Pyv6GUZTqBc/s1600/DSCN1401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbcD7tNqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Pyv6GUZTqBc/s320/DSCN1401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbnyzenwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/qHrWlwG4vpo/s1600/DSCN1405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbnyzenwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/qHrWlwG4vpo/s320/DSCN1405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike would stand at the bottom of the slide and drench the kids with a 5 gallon bucket of water.&amp;nbsp; Just because he thinks it's funny!&amp;nbsp; Nice dad...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbzTSxEuI/AAAAAAAABAA/pPi8TEk_A8E/s1600/DSCN1409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbzTSxEuI/AAAAAAAABAA/pPi8TEk_A8E/s320/DSCN1409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Griffin was exactly having the time of his life.&amp;nbsp; He would rather sit in the shad wrapped in a towel and watch from afar!&amp;nbsp; Silly little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2327749947271692911?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2327749947271692911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2327749947271692911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2327749947271692911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2327749947271692911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEjbQou7OEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/uToeA3D0Js4/s72-c/DSCN1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5516223390403642533</id><published>2010-07-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:50:43.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>My Darling Charlee Bucket!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEUqW3tLLGI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_wAnmtu30VM/s1600/dsc_0063eee+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEUqW3tLLGI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_wAnmtu30VM/s400/dsc_0063eee+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone who knows &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; knows that she is a silly little thing and often comes up with the FUNNIEST stuff.&amp;nbsp; Dancing, singing, talking, making up her own words, the list goes on and on.&amp;nbsp; But,&amp;nbsp; I think for now she tops the list and has&amp;nbsp;put the icing on the cake!&amp;nbsp; This comment was HYSTERICAL and I laugh just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we are driving in the car when Charlee and I have a conversation that goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlee: "Hey mom, do you think you could turn up the air conditioner?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, it's all ready up, why?&amp;nbsp; Are you hot back there?&amp;nbsp; (Mind you she has a vent blowing directly on her in the back seat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlee: "Yes mom, I am so hot, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MY ARMPITS&lt;/span&gt; are getting &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MOIST!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, seriously?&amp;nbsp; What five year old says that?&amp;nbsp; Well, MINE!!&amp;nbsp; Not, sweaty but &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MOIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if that isn't silly enough, here's the real kicker.&amp;nbsp; Sunday we are headed home from church and it is a HOT day.&amp;nbsp; I will give her credit for being hot because I was quite &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MOIST&lt;/span&gt; myself!&amp;nbsp; But, here is what I was told&amp;nbsp;on the way home from church, which is&amp;nbsp;important to know is less than a 1/2 mile away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charlee:&lt;/span&gt; "Mom, can you drive faster please, my ARMPITS are starting to grow MUSHROOMS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, there you have it.&amp;nbsp; My daughter....what does a mother say to that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5516223390403642533?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5516223390403642533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5516223390403642533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5516223390403642533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5516223390403642533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-darling-charlee-bucket.html' title='My Darling Charlee Bucket!!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TEUqW3tLLGI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_wAnmtu30VM/s72-c/dsc_0063eee+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-8904420975644974549</id><published>2010-06-22T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:17:02.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>My Morning Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This morning I took Griffin on my run with me.&amp;nbsp; I usually&amp;nbsp;dislike having to take him because that means I have to push him in the jogging stroller and that means my run is ten times harder than just running alone.&amp;nbsp; But, it is a good workout, especially when running hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I started at 7:00 am (this is early for me) but the air was so cool and smelled so good, not sure why but I knew it was going to be a good run.&amp;nbsp; Do you ever just find that pace, you know, the pace that feels so good....you can just run FOREVER?&amp;nbsp; That is the run I had this morning.&amp;nbsp; It is those runs that have made me addicted to running.&amp;nbsp; I would have kept going, but I told Cooper and Charlee I wouldn't be gone long...I didn't want them to get nervous, you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now, there was MANY a runners/walkers this morning and as we would pass I would smile and say "Morning!"&amp;nbsp; After about the third person, Griffin must have caught on because every other passer by he would yell out "MOWNEE!"&amp;nbsp; I wish I could see his little face has he shouted MORNING to them all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wouldn't it just make your day to see this cute face at 7 in the morning shouting MOWNEE to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TCFDqc5JnxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XBPwZ2pNGYE/s1600/Griffin1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TCFDqc5JnxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XBPwZ2pNGYE/s320/Griffin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, on a selfish note:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love those sweet little moments when my kids show they have some manners!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-8904420975644974549?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8904420975644974549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=8904420975644974549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8904420975644974549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8904420975644974549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-morning-run.html' title='My Morning Run'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TCFDqc5JnxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XBPwZ2pNGYE/s72-c/Griffin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-8087375206600753226</id><published>2010-06-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:21:07.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>The Real Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Well folks, here you have it.&amp;nbsp; Washington City Employees at their finest!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't help but snap a picture of the construction going on outside my front window.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TBxFc36GzPI/AAAAAAAAA8I/zu1QAIT25pA/s1600/The-Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TBxFc36GzPI/AAAAAAAAA8I/zu1QAIT25pA/s400/The-Window.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-8087375206600753226?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8087375206600753226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=8087375206600753226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8087375206600753226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8087375206600753226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-deal.html' title='The Real Deal'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TBxFc36GzPI/AAAAAAAAA8I/zu1QAIT25pA/s72-c/The-Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7978053140031831481</id><published>2010-06-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:52:21.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>The Little Boys</title><content type='html'>Griffin, Jackson &amp;amp; Brody have got to be the cutest little boys on the planet.&amp;nbsp; I know you all have cute boys too, but I hate to break it to ya, these boys top the charts in cuteness.&amp;nbsp; Especially when the three of them are playing together.&amp;nbsp; Like this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TBRVBbOGuiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DsRzWLW4nbE/s1600/Boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TBRVBbOGuiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DsRzWLW4nbE/s400/Boys.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cracker Jack, The Brodster, &amp;amp; Fiffie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doing what boys do best....throwing rocks!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7978053140031831481?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7978053140031831481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7978053140031831481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7978053140031831481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7978053140031831481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-boys.html' title='The Little Boys'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TBRVBbOGuiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DsRzWLW4nbE/s72-c/Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3456293225741755939</id><published>2010-06-05T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:30:13.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Did What?</title><content type='html'>My story begins with none other than....CHARLEE...again!&amp;nbsp; It was the LAST DAY of school, I was still laying in bed and could hear the shower turn on.&amp;nbsp; Cooper gets in and is getting ready (man I love this kid, I don't even have to get him up - he does it ALL himself!) and I hear Charlee in the bathroom whining (which is no big surprise).&amp;nbsp; I continued to lay there and listen to the drama unfold in the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: NEVER&amp;nbsp;do that again!&amp;nbsp; I should have trusted my gut, got my butt outta bed and went to see what the HELL was going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the morning plugs on, and I am still oblivious to what happened in the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; The kids have showered, got dressed, brushed teeth, and I am brushing out Charlee's hair.&amp;nbsp; I grab an elastic and try to put in a small pony tail on the left side of her head, but for some strange reason, it's NOT working.&amp;nbsp; Surely, I am not drunk (I don't do that!) and I am pretty sure I am awake now, but what the FREAKIN' HECK is going on????&amp;nbsp; I try again, and again, and again, and then realize it ISN'T me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; "Charlee, what is wrong with your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlee: "I don't know Mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cooper! Did you rip the elastics out&amp;nbsp;in Charlee's hair?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper: "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mike! What did you do to her hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SURELY MY DAUGHTER WOULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: "What are you yelling at me for?&amp;nbsp; I didn't touch her hair.&amp;nbsp; She had the elastics out before I got to the bathroom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this was the drama that was unfolding in the bathroom that I chose to ignore.&amp;nbsp; So, this is partially my fault I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Charlee, how did you get the elastics out of your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlee: "Well, I cut the elastics out because I couldn't get them out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HOLY &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;!@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! You did what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, my daughter cut the elastic out of her hair, thus resulting in Charlee now having BANGS for the first time EVER in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAsUmMvugmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4yXWrxyAvWA/s1600/DSCN1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAsUmMvugmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4yXWrxyAvWA/s320/DSCN1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is now known as Betty because this does NOT look like my daughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Okay, I now they are slightly NOT straight, but this is the best I could do with what I had to work with!&amp;nbsp; Otherwise she would have nubs for bangs that went even further back than they all ready do!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3456293225741755939?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3456293225741755939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3456293225741755939&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3456293225741755939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3456293225741755939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-did-what.html' title='You Did What?'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAsUmMvugmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4yXWrxyAvWA/s72-c/DSCN1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4534961555188040913</id><published>2010-05-29T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:29:56.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Midnight 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have this great friend named Tara.&amp;nbsp; For the last few months she has been telling me about the St. George Midnight 5K Run and I thought it sounded like so much fun.&amp;nbsp; At first we thought the race was going to be the weekend of the Ogden Marathon, but it turned out it was two weeks later and I was excited!&amp;nbsp; Tara, Martha, Hillary and me all registered for this fun event and here are some cute photos of us all decked out in our glow in the dark gear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtKoBhCBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/olGlzPM7mdk/s1600/5k+run+1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtKoBhCBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/olGlzPM7mdk/s320/5k+run+1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we received our race bags we were provided with some lovely glow in the dark glasses.&amp;nbsp; These beauties were NOT so beautiful upon the face, but they were kinda fun!&amp;nbsp; We took our pics with them and tossed them back in the car...I would have had an unfortunate experience of vomit if I had to run with those bad boys on!&amp;nbsp; They make me dizzy just looking at the photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtNqI-KDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FjDA1sa72W8/s1600/5k+run+4" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtNqI-KDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FjDA1sa72W8/s320/5k+run+4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The beginning of the race....I love this picture!&amp;nbsp; It was a mad house trying to get started.&amp;nbsp; Everyone wants to be in the lead and they will just step right on top of you to get there.&amp;nbsp; Come on people THIS IS JUST A 5K!&amp;nbsp; It was a rush though trying to make your way through everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtOrMociI/AAAAAAAAA3o/bI92zcPvh1M/s1600/5k+run+5" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtOrMociI/AAAAAAAAA3o/bI92zcPvh1M/s320/5k+run+5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Martha, Tara, Hillary, Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we finished the race...Yippee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtSEaiTBI/AAAAAAAAA34/l-GUdmaYEnw/s1600/5k+run+7" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtSEaiTBI/AAAAAAAAA34/l-GUdmaYEnw/s320/5k+run+7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the race, we stuck around to hear the results and get our runner's cards.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards we headed back to Tara's and realized it was getting pretty late and we were all ready for bed!&amp;nbsp; Thanks girls for a fun night out. This is going to have to be an annual thing, I LOVED IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4534961555188040913?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4534961555188040913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4534961555188040913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4534961555188040913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4534961555188040913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/05/midnight-5k.html' title='Midnight 5K'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TAGtKoBhCBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/olGlzPM7mdk/s72-c/5k+run+1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-6641939983093182815</id><published>2010-05-16T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:41:51.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Ogden Marathon 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For the last few years I have talked about running a marathon.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what started the desire, but maybe just to say I did it and a sense of accomplishment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And that is what it has been - just talk!&amp;nbsp; Until now....kind of.&amp;nbsp; My sister in law Shaunna ran the St. George Marathon last year, watching her cross the finish line was the push I needed to accomplish my desire to run a marathon.&amp;nbsp; Shaunna, Scott (my little brother), Mike and I signed up to run the Ogden 1/2 Marathon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S_BzhZLPUVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Bbg1MorzShA/s1600/Ogden-Marathon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S_BzhZLPUVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Bbg1MorzShA/s400/Ogden-Marathon.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This run is my warm up race for the St. George Marathon in October.&amp;nbsp; Shaunna and I will be running this one together.&amp;nbsp; I am excited and nervous all at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of all of us, we did AMAZING!&amp;nbsp; Now, on to bigger and better - or longer and harder races!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-6641939983093182815?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6641939983093182815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=6641939983093182815&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6641939983093182815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6641939983093182815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/05/ogden-marathon-2010.html' title='Ogden Marathon 2010'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S_BzhZLPUVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Bbg1MorzShA/s72-c/Ogden-Marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-6333996560101613269</id><published>2010-04-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:22:49.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!</title><content type='html'>The other evening we were all sitting down eating dinner together.&amp;nbsp; Cooper starts talking about how he had hurt himself and didn't even cry.&amp;nbsp; The rest of the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper: "I was pretty tough mom, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah Coop, you took it like a champ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlee: "I'm a tramp!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't help it.&amp;nbsp; Mike and I just busted up laughing.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully her words WILL NOT ring true one day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-6333996560101613269?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6333996560101613269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=6333996560101613269&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6333996560101613269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6333996560101613269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny.html' title='Funny!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2325522304747466383</id><published>2010-04-15T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:44:32.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen Remodel'/><title type='text'>The Kitchen Remodel!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; Someone should have warned me that remodeling the kitchen was a HUGE undertaking!&amp;nbsp; Our 80's kitchen&amp;nbsp;officially wore&amp;nbsp;out it's welcome.&amp;nbsp; Say hello to our new updated kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S8cxyZjwaCI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5DIYO0KTqJc/s1600/DSCN0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S8cxyZjwaCI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5DIYO0KTqJc/s400/DSCN0556.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S8cyQo_IGJI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tMrfjsqLUGo/s1600/DSCN0900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S8cyQo_IGJI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tMrfjsqLUGo/s400/DSCN0900.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S8cz-8ENJqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/O4d2p1kdhSw/s1600/DSCN0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S8cz-8ENJqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/O4d2p1kdhSw/s400/DSCN0903.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete transfomation!&amp;nbsp; I am in LOVE with&amp;nbsp; my new kitchen and sometimes catch myself just staring at it.&amp;nbsp; Mike and I (okay, mostly Mike) spent so much time sanding,&amp;nbsp; painting, glazing, tiling, grouting, blah, blah, blah!&amp;nbsp; This was a huge project but well worth all the effort.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to save up some more money to get new appliances!&amp;nbsp; Well, not a fridge because I LOVE my fridge.&amp;nbsp; I just want the stove, microwave and dishwasher to be NEW and match my fridge!&amp;nbsp; Someday....a girl can always dream!&amp;nbsp; Can't she???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2325522304747466383?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2325522304747466383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2325522304747466383&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2325522304747466383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2325522304747466383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/04/kitchen-remodel.html' title='The Kitchen Remodel!!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S8cxyZjwaCI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5DIYO0KTqJc/s72-c/DSCN0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-6351366550402007471</id><published>2010-03-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:05:49.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><title type='text'>Cooper's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper Is Getting Baptized!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S6oqIXVKOFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nH0-SUMlhCA/s1600/Coopers-Baptism-Announcemen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S6oqIXVKOFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nH0-SUMlhCA/s400/Coopers-Baptism-Announcemen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you would like, please join us on this special day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-6351366550402007471?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6351366550402007471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=6351366550402007471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6351366550402007471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6351366550402007471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/03/coopers-baptism.html' title='Cooper&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S6oqIXVKOFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nH0-SUMlhCA/s72-c/Coopers-Baptism-Announcemen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-947404231497092581</id><published>2010-03-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:09:48.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bountiful Baskets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S6MF5HPyMcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Gvk2y7k8rKI/s1600-h/DSCN0772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S6MF5HPyMcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Gvk2y7k8rKI/s400/DSCN0772.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing better than a $50.00 basket full of fruits and veggies for only $15.00!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am LOVING Bountiful Baskets!&amp;nbsp; Thanks Tara for teaching me all there is to know about fresh produce for a great price!What's all in there?&amp;nbsp; I will tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Heads of Lettuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Stalks of Celery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Head of Cabbage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Bunches of Asparagus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 Cuccumbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Bags of Radish's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 Bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 lb of Apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 Kiwi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Package of Blueberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Package of Strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty sure I would spend more than $15.00 at the grocery store for ALL of this...even at the Wal Mart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-947404231497092581?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/947404231497092581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=947404231497092581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/947404231497092581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/947404231497092581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/03/bountiful-baskets.html' title='Bountiful Baskets'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S6MF5HPyMcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Gvk2y7k8rKI/s72-c/DSCN0772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5549673839720058270</id><published>2010-03-12T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:25:58.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrichment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>OUt WiTh ThE oLd &amp; In wiTh ThE NeW</title><content type='html'>You know when you get a call from the Bishopric change is a comin'!&amp;nbsp; It has been almost a year since I was called to be the Enrichment Leader in our ward.&amp;nbsp; I have had so much fun planning activities, serving the sisters in our ward, having a creative outlet, building friendships with amazing women in our ward, and spiritual growth that I am sad to know that on Sunday, I will be released from my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I came home from running errands only to have Mike tell me that a member of the Bishopric wanted to meet with us on Sunday morning.&amp;nbsp; I assumed since he wanted to meet with&amp;nbsp;BOTH of us, we would be recieving a calling that would be for BOTH of us.&amp;nbsp; Well, never ASSUME nothing!&amp;nbsp; Bro.&amp;nbsp;Yardley proceeded to inform me that my Enrichment Leader calling would be coming to an end on Sunday and they would like to extend the call of YOUNG WOMEN'S CAMP DIRECTOR to ME.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;????????&amp;nbsp; What ???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously?&amp;nbsp; Camp Director.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't stop laughing.&amp;nbsp; I know that is probably rude and I shouldn't have laughed but Camp Director?&amp;nbsp; As I am in hysterics, Mike looks at me with a stern face...kinda like...WOMAN, STOP LAUGHING....THIS IS SERIOUS....YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDOIT....JUST STOP LAUGHING....STOP!&amp;nbsp; So, I regain my composure and smile.&amp;nbsp; And, what do I say?&amp;nbsp; Why of course, I will do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am in shock.&amp;nbsp; I do not camp unless there is a trailer with a mattress, sink, toilet, fridge, freezer, and shower.&amp;nbsp; So hours go by and I asked Mike what would pocess them&amp;nbsp;to ask me to be the Camp Director?&amp;nbsp; He grins (an evil little grin) and says to me "Well, it will be good for you.&amp;nbsp; You need to learn to like camping so we can go as a family.&amp;nbsp; And, not to mention the TWENTY BUCKS I slipped the Bishop...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I am now being trusted with the lives of the young women in our ward while we go up into the mountains and camp....in TENTS....with FIRE....this isn't going to be good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAY, My last Enrichment Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5seNXMYzbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PMZWEaQbpz8/s1600-h/rosie-4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5seNXMYzbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PMZWEaQbpz8/s400/rosie-4x6.jpg" vt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5se_fFwEVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/e1pbuOX3NuM/s1600-h/DSCN0694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5se_fFwEVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/e1pbuOX3NuM/s320/DSCN0694.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each table had a delicious birhtday cake on top of my &lt;a href="http://www.craescreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;FABULOUS CAKE STANDS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new favorite cake...Coconut Cream Cake!&amp;nbsp; If you want the recipe go &lt;a href="http://here./"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our evening began with a NACHO dinner and CAKE for dessert.&amp;nbsp; We had a sister in our ward gave a short talk about the history of the Relief Society here in our area.&amp;nbsp; I feel it brings a real sense of what the Relief Society really is all about.&amp;nbsp; We are all great women, women of great strength!&amp;nbsp; Each woman is strong, but you put a group of Relief Society sisters together and WOW, talk about some strength!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once we stuffed ourselves full of DELICIOUS cake, we ventured over to the other side of the gym for none other than "ROSIE the RIVETERS FEATS OF STRENGTH."&amp;nbsp; Each table formed a team and the team had to nominate someone for the event.&amp;nbsp; This sounds kind of silly (but hey, we are at a birthday party!) but, the women had a GREAT time!&amp;nbsp; Our events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Human Bobsled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One person sat in a wagon and the other person had to PUSH the wagon.&amp;nbsp; Whoever went the furthest...WINNER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Triathlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nominee had to ride a trike through several cones, shoot a basketball into the hoop, run across the gym with a stretchy rope thingamajig (???)...while everyone is laughing at them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5sj62_0T0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/b9t-H_4IB88/s1600-h/DSCN0714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5sj62_0T0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/b9t-H_4IB88/s200/DSCN0714.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uphill Slalom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slurp up a small cup full of JELLO through a straw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5skO34mxYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/s1W5HrUkXas/s1600-h/DSCN0747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5skO34mxYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/s1W5HrUkXas/s200/DSCN0747.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Holy Gymnastics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One person lays on the ground while a team member stands over the top, blindfolded holding a donut on a string.&amp;nbsp; They have to work together so the person on the ground can eat the donut first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5skhCBA5AI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8nbQiLxkc_M/s1600-h/DSCN0768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5skhCBA5AI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8nbQiLxkc_M/s200/DSCN0768.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anne was trying to cheat...someone had to hold her head to the ground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Relay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was HYSTERICAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One person had to put on a pair of plastic gloves, pie tin on the head, paper plate between the legs, HUGE sunglasses on the face, walk to the line and back while swinging a dish towel over the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna looksey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5sfSpkaf1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/R0BOdg_-hzE/s1600-h/DSCN0756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5sfSpkaf1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/R0BOdg_-hzE/s200/DSCN0756.jpg" vt="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5skSHDqmvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ZbrIgfKCCOA/s1600-h/DSCN0738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5skSHDqmvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ZbrIgfKCCOA/s200/DSCN0738.jpg" vt="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Holly...I couldn't RESIST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was TOO funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, I think everyone had a good time.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to just let loose and have some fun every once in a while.&amp;nbsp; I am sooooo going to miss planning these activities, but, I look forward to being in the audience and enjoying myself from here on out!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Watch out Young Women...Here I Come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5549673839720058270?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5549673839720058270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5549673839720058270&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5549673839720058270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5549673839720058270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='OUt WiTh ThE oLd &amp; In wiTh ThE NeW'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S5seNXMYzbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PMZWEaQbpz8/s72-c/rosie-4x6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-8421984233653112239</id><published>2010-02-13T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:32:08.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><title type='text'>Welcome Home Sgt. McRae</title><content type='html'>It's official folks!&amp;nbsp; Sgt. McRae is HOME!&amp;nbsp; Yipee, Yay, Hooray, WaHoo!&amp;nbsp; Mike arrived home on Sunday night here in our good ol' town!&amp;nbsp; The entire day was filled with many emotions.&amp;nbsp; Cooper and Charlee were so thrilled and excited I think they had a perma grin ALL day long!&amp;nbsp; I was excited, anxious, relieved, and SO happy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin....poor little guy had NO clue what was happening.&amp;nbsp; He did know that something exciting was happening though.&amp;nbsp; With all the giggles and cheers from his older siblings, he would join right in.&amp;nbsp; On the way to the airport he was squeeling in the backseat with the others, smiling, and laughing.&amp;nbsp; Once we got to the airport he was running around like a crazy man.&amp;nbsp; I am starting to think he was so excited because it was WAY past his bedtime and he wasn't in BED!&amp;nbsp; Something to get excited about when your only 18 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before the little prop plane landed and made it's REALLY LOOOONG taxi to the gate.&amp;nbsp; Here is where Cooper and Charlee couldn't contain themselves.&amp;nbsp; Every second, "Where's my dad?"&amp;nbsp; "Where's my dad?"&amp;nbsp; There was NO display of patience here...none!&amp;nbsp; And then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There He Was!&amp;nbsp; The first one off the plane (thanks to all the other passengers who let him off first!) and it was all we could do not to run past the "DO NOT ENTER" sign and wrap our arms around him.&amp;nbsp; But after a walk that seemed like eternity, he made it through and we held onto each other tight!&amp;nbsp; Cooper and Charlee talking, asking questions, stories, everything they could rattle off as fast as they could, they did.&amp;nbsp; Griffin just stared.&amp;nbsp; Mike tried to hold him but it didn't last long.&amp;nbsp; Well, at all.&amp;nbsp; He immediately came back to me and continued to stare.&amp;nbsp; I think now he was thinking..."Seriously?&amp;nbsp; Is this what we were so hyped up about? Cuz, I don't know this guy so why are they so happy about seeing him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it has been just about a week since he has been home.&amp;nbsp; To me, things have just gone back to normal.&amp;nbsp; It seems as though he never left.&amp;nbsp; I think Cooper and Charlee feel the same way.&amp;nbsp; Griffin is warming up to Mike and is starting to see why we like to have this guy around.&amp;nbsp; Griffin will let Mike hold him, put him down for naps and to bed, and even get him up from naps and bed.&amp;nbsp; He likes to sit on his dads lap and most of all, be tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year was long, but now that it's over...it seems so quick.&amp;nbsp; We are all so happy Mike is safe and HOME!&amp;nbsp; I have all ready put him to work...just to help him "adjust" quickly!!!&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I'm nice like that!&amp;nbsp; (He can thank me later!)&amp;nbsp; We love you babe and are SO happy you are home with our family again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I tried to take pictures of his homecoming....didn't work out so well.&amp;nbsp; Griffin wouldn't allow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-8421984233653112239?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8421984233653112239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=8421984233653112239&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8421984233653112239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/8421984233653112239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-home-sgt-mcrae.html' title='Welcome Home Sgt. McRae'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2951078856672260417</id><published>2010-01-19T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:58:52.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Night'/><title type='text'>A Little Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday I went to a very much needed Girls Night!&amp;nbsp; We had dinner at Red Robin and lots of laughs!&amp;nbsp; Thanks girls for a great night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S1YA0PXjKSI/AAAAAAAAApc/JoRU4Cp8hyo/s1600-h/girls+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S1YA0PXjKSI/AAAAAAAAApc/JoRU4Cp8hyo/s400/girls+night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2951078856672260417?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2951078856672260417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2951078856672260417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2951078856672260417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2951078856672260417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-girls-night.html' title='A Little Girls Night'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/S1YA0PXjKSI/AAAAAAAAApc/JoRU4Cp8hyo/s72-c/girls+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5004281015612386975</id><published>2009-12-27T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:06:40.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee  Christmas'/><title type='text'>Mom, I'm Almost Six Years Old!</title><content type='html'>What a joy it is to have a five year old daughter to shop for, for Christmas. I was so thrilled to purchase BARBIE stuff for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, not only stuff, but lots of BARBIE STUFF! I thought for sure she would be so excited to rip open the pink Barbie boxes and let her imagination run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and dreams of having a house filled with Barbie stuff came crashing down on me Christmas morning. The conversation went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, are you so excited to play with all your Barbie stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;: "Well, Cooper got lots of cool stuff. I just got Barbie stuff.....sigh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Barbie stuff is cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;: "Not really, I like what Cooper got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! (Keep reading...it gets better!) I just kind of shrugged it off and thought over the next few hours, the Barbie stuff would sink in and it would be AWESOME! After a few days, I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; once again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, do you like your Barbies?" (They are still all in the boxes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;: "Not really mom. I pretty much don't play with Barbies. Maybe we should give them away to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scoti&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, if you don't like them it's okay. Just tell me and we can take them back and get you something you will like. I promise I won't be mad." (Inside I am heartbroken. What FIVE year old doesn't like Barbie?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;: "Well mom, I am almost SIX YEARS OLD. I am getting to old to play with Barbies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Absolutely in shock "What do you want instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;: "A Salon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, what do I do with that? Because if I remember correctly, I played with Barbies until I was in SIXTH grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5004281015612386975?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5004281015612386975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5004281015612386975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5004281015612386975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5004281015612386975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/12/mom-im-almost-six-years-old.html' title='Mom, I&apos;m Almost Six Years Old!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-6488129122265236591</id><published>2009-12-12T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:15:49.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><title type='text'>Talk About Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SyOyjuP8jhI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2mbg2vKhBwU/s1600-h/dsc_0085ee-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414367503809547794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SyOyjuP8jhI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2mbg2vKhBwU/s320/dsc_0085ee-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've said it once, and I'll say it again.  Cooper is the sweetest kid I know!  On Wednesday Cooper came home with a birthday party invitation that was being held at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jumpin&lt;/span&gt;' Jacks.  He was really excited and nervous about the whole situation.  Why? You would ask yourself.  What kid wouldn't be so super excited to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jumpin&lt;/span&gt;' Jacks with a bunch of his friends?  Well, my sweet, tenderhearted, thoughtful, eight year old Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jumpin&lt;/span&gt;' Jacks is one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee's&lt;/span&gt; favorite places to go and Cooper was sad because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; wasn't invited.  He didn't want to hurt her feelings and go without her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the party rolls around and I asked Cooper if he was going to the party.  He looked at me in a serious face and said "No, I don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; to feel bad because she can't go.  I will stay home with her instead."  Oh, I do believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; has the BEST big brother ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-6488129122265236591?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6488129122265236591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=6488129122265236591&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6488129122265236591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6488129122265236591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/12/talk-about-sweet.html' title='Talk About Sweet!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SyOyjuP8jhI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2mbg2vKhBwU/s72-c/dsc_0085ee-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7268158141490735635</id><published>2009-12-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:28:43.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>The Pantry</title><content type='html'>Every school morning we have the same routine. I wake the kids up or they wake me up around 7:00. I get the shower running so it's nice and warm for them. Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; go shower and while they are showering I head into the kitchen with Griffin to get breakfast going. This particular morning I opened up the pantry to find some breakfast and instead this is what I found! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412314493165049202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxxnWxnNFXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/slr6SNL5-Jk/s320/DSCN0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bet you'll never guess who did this???!!!  Yep, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;!  She filled my little jars with all sorts of goodies.  From left to right: Candy Corn (leftover from Halloween, Rubber Bands, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fettuccine&lt;/span&gt; Pasta, All Sorts of Dried Beans, Sugar, and Reese's 100 Calories Snack Mix.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but laugh because seriously?  Who does this?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never said anything to her about it and just left it there to see what she would do with it.  Later that day after school I caught her with the "Jar of Sugar" and a spoon!  Can you say CAVITIES?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7268158141490735635?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7268158141490735635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7268158141490735635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7268158141490735635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7268158141490735635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/12/pantry.html' title='The Pantry'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxxnWxnNFXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/slr6SNL5-Jk/s72-c/DSCN0314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-281523407191791168</id><published>2009-12-06T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:21:16.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412289006214086450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxxQLPUkfzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/E1L3Zqb9Vgc/s320/DSCN0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This year we spent Thanksgiving in Salt Lake at the Grand America Hotel!  The food was amazing and so delicious!  We had a great time all together as a family...except for one thing was missing!  Mike.  We all missed him and wish he could have been there to enjoy the day with us.  Thanksgiving would have been perfect if Mike could have been with us.  We all love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412289022802775490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxxQMNHnzcI/AAAAAAAAAms/l_NHbb37sak/s320/DSCN0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Cooper, Grammy, the "Main Guy" at the restaurant who enjoyed hanging out with us while we were eating and Jesse!  He was a nice little fellow and thought Cooper was quite the man because Cooper LOVED the chocolate covered strawberries.  He even went and got Cooper a plate full of strawberries and chocolate and they ate them together.  He was very friendly and made himself at home at our table and with our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412289012709702546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxxQLnhPu5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Dploee3N86k/s320/DSCN0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Coop man with his chocolate face after eating who knows how many strawberries and chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Thanksgiving! This time of year is such a great time, but also a time where I remember the past and get a little sad. But only because I think of my Grandpa Bowen and how much I miss him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa Bowen was an amazing man who will forever be an example to me. My sweet little Grandpa had a childhood unlike most people I know. He grew up living in one foster home to another. I believe there were even times where he didn't have anywhere to live. He had several brothers and sisters, but his parents did not play a roll in any of their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all the hardships Grandpa endured, he managed to turn his life around and be an excellent father, grandfather and great-grandfather. I like to think I was his favorite! He would tell me I was, but I am sure he told all the others they were his favorite too! But that is what was so special. He had a great bond with each one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; and we each had a special favorite part in his heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa worked as a janitor to support his family. They never had much, but he always managed to work hard enough to give them what the needed and sometimes what they wanted. He joined the church and was sealed to my sweet little Grandma sometime after my parents were married. He was a great man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I will always remember about Grandpa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would always quiz me on my times tables...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I called! The first several minutes of our conversation were always 5x9, 4x8, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had false teeth and would take them out and chase me around the house with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa loved to tease...he would pull out his electric razor, turn it on (he had the cover on over the razor) and would hold me down and pretend to SHAVE my face! He would laugh and laugh and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved to go to Sam's Club and walk through the candy aisle. It was his favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He walked everywhere he went. He never owned a car, and I don't think he ever had a driver's license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; was his favorite place to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a gigantic flirt with the ladies, but he loved my Grandma more than life itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he would fall asleep, his mouth always fell open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on about Grandpa! When I was fifteen, Grandpa passed away on Thanksgiving Day, and this day as never been the same for me. I think about him all day long and long for the days when he was with us. Every Thanksgiving Grandpa would ask my Dad for the neck and the BUM of the turkey! I can't eat turkey without chuckling to myself and always wanting to gag when he would slurp up the BUM of the turkey! Kind of gross, but none the less...that was Grandpa, the tease!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Grandpa and I can't wait for the day when I can give you a great big hug again!  I am so grateful for you and the example of strength you were to me.  Till we meet again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-281523407191791168?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/281523407191791168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=281523407191791168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/281523407191791168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/281523407191791168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxxQLPUkfzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/E1L3Zqb9Vgc/s72-c/DSCN0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4234587843875676641</id><published>2009-12-06T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:27:57.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jubilee of Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Teddy Bear Picnic - Jubilee of Trees</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of catch up to do on my blog!  It has been a really long time since I posted anything, so here goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given the opportunity to go to the Teddy Bear Picnic during the Jubilee of Trees.  We had a great time seeing all the beautiful trees.  Our really good friends Dave and Robert decorate a tree every year!  They always do an amazing job, this is their tree this year.  This tree was auctioned off the night of the dinner and live auction.  I think Dave said this tree sold for over $6000.00!  The Jubilee of Trees is such a great cause, I am so happy we were able to be apart of it again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412236633843715826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxwgixCcTvI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cTPKC_CUosQ/s320/DSCN0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cooper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scoti&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; in front of Dave's tree!  I do have to say this tree was one of my favorites! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412237345781156530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxwhMNNjirI/AAAAAAAAAl8/WKusupYkBsQ/s320/DSCN0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cooper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scoti&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; in the new helicopter for the hospital.  All the money that was earned during the event went to purchase this helicopter.  Hopefully we will never need to use it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412237941127071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sxwhu3DFRqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OdS8BOsPGAQ/s320/DSCN0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And now, the Teddy Bear Picnic!  I think I absolutely LOVED the skit that was put on because almost everyone in it are friends from St. George Ford!  Here is Mark and Deon playing Santa's Elves!  They did a great job as Elves.  And, the tights?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412237935768652066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxwhujFiSSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N8BatnY86X8/s320/DSCN0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lindsay (another friend from Ford) and her little man Mason!  Lindsay was apart of the skit and played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Quackers&lt;/span&gt; the Duck!  You did a great job lady!  We even bought Griffin the stuffed duck afterwards and he carries it everywhere and sleeps with it too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412237353511476914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxwhMqAm3rI/AAAAAAAAAmE/g-0_uWUZ5IY/s320/DSCN0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scoti&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the picnic and laughing at the skit!  I thought it was so cute that she actually found the humor in some of it!  She would giggle and look at me with a great big smile!  I just love this age, I am so happy she was able to come with us!  I just love this little girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4234587843875676641?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4234587843875676641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4234587843875676641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4234587843875676641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4234587843875676641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/12/teddy-bear-picnic-jubilee-of-trees.html' title='Teddy Bear Picnic - Jubilee of Trees'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SxwgixCcTvI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cTPKC_CUosQ/s72-c/DSCN0303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4371745974451215755</id><published>2009-11-13T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:34:34.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is....</title><content type='html'>All of the suggestions were great! I loved them all. And, because I loved them all, I couldn't decide! I put each of your ideas in a hat and had Cooper draw one out. So, the winner is...Tara Rushton! The name of my new blog will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crae's Creations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love it! Thanks Tara for your idea! I have a crafty project and cupcakes coming your way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4371745974451215755?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4371745974451215755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4371745974451215755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4371745974451215755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4371745974451215755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3169151965091853391</id><published>2009-11-03T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:44:31.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>The First Step Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ADMITTING&lt;/span&gt; YOU HAVE A PROBLEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, I do!  I have a crafting, sewing, and baking problem!  Along with a cupcake fetish!  I LOVE IT!  I can't help it, it's ME!  It's who I am.   I love to make things, come up with crazy ideas, sew, bake and decorate.  There are so many blogs out there that have inspired me!  I want to make my own blog so I can share my crazy crafts, sewing projects, cupcakes, and anything else that falls into "MY PROBLEM" category!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need your help!  I need a name for this blog!  Leave a comment on what you think I should name it!  The WINNER will get one of my completed crafty projects AND insane amounts of CUPCAKES!  So, get to it!  Give me some of YOUR ideas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3169151965091853391?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3169151965091853391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3169151965091853391&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3169151965091853391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3169151965091853391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-step-is.html' title='The First Step Is...'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5189668385657951003</id><published>2009-10-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:24:38.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><title type='text'>Happy SPOOKtacular Birthday Cooper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SukP0jONqXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xJSeen340xk/s1600-h/DSCN0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397863023862720882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SukP0jONqXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xJSeen340xk/s320/DSCN0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Cooper turned EIGHT! Can you believe it? I have an eight year old! And, a GREAT eight year old at that! We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spooktacular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Party full of Frightful Delights for his party! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397865506110288034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SukSFCUJsKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/9ZwMjpVBu90/s320/DSCN0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The "Spooky Swamp." Totally cheesy I know, but this was a hit! My dad stood behind the sheet and the kids tossed a fishing line over and he hooked all kinds of Halloween goodies to the line and tossed it back! They kept asking if they could play again, and again, and oh yes, yet again! So cute to see kids being kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397865509843698210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SukSFQORAiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/45cbxrzIm6M/s320/DSCN0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Marry the Ghoul." We had three rings and each kid took a turn to try and get it on the Ghoul's Ring Finger! If they did...they WON 10 pieces of candy! Whoever made it on was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;over joyed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because they got way to much candy! Sorry parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397865519150074162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SukSFy5FCTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vifk6bhL1Wo/s320/DSCN0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The Pumpkin Patch." Here they had to toss ping pong balls into pumpkins! This one was a little to easy for them...but they still liked it. I think it was because we gave them lots of candy if they got all three ping pong balls in the pumpkins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397865529304405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SukSGYuD1YI/AAAAAAAAAkg/OO4ywlrO_LA/s320/DSCN0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Donuts on a String." This was hysterical! I thought since they were young kids I would use the small hostess donuts! Well, I shouldn't have "thought" anything! These kids had NO problem sticking those donuts in their mouth...WHOLE! I was laughing so hard watching them try and swallow a powdered donut...practically choking. Serves em' right for stuffing the WHOLE thing in! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;, where's their manners?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cooper had such a fun time! I am still in shock that he is EIGHT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cooper, you are such a wonderful young man. I know sometimes it is hard being the little guy. I know you struggle with people always asking "Who's older? You or your sister?" I know you can't wait until you grow and are taller like the other kids! But, I want you to know that no matter how small you are, you are the most amazing EIGHT year old kid I know! You are so sweet and kind, everyone wants to be your friend. You are funny and have a great sense of humor. You know how to laugh and have fun, but you also know when to be serious and respectful. You are sensitive and in tune with our Heavenly Father. You know how to make good choices and be an example to others around you, including me. I watch you with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; and Griffin. They are SO lucky to have such a super, awesome, cool, PERFECT big brother. You are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; protectors, you watch out for them, you stick up for them. You are the big brother that everyone wants and needs. I know you are ready to be baptized and be confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I know you are so excited to be baptized! I know that it is hard being the man of the house, but you do such an excellent job. I know you miss Dad and want him home...not only to relieve you of your "man of the house" duties, but you need him! You have gone through so much in your eight years of life. Most kids have never and will never experience some of the things you have. But, you have not let those trials and experiences hold you back, you have taken them and ran with them. You have done your best in all you do! I am so proud of you. I know your Dad is so proud of you! We both love you so much. Happy Birthday Cooper, I Love You!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5189668385657951003?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5189668385657951003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5189668385657951003&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5189668385657951003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5189668385657951003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-spooktacular-birthday-cooper.html' title='Happy SPOOKtacular Birthday Cooper!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SukP0jONqXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xJSeen340xk/s72-c/DSCN0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-6294876322206359153</id><published>2009-10-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:28:49.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is Super Sad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StlH8Lh76WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kkimEIQadP8/s1600-h/mike1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393421127965731170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StlH8Lh76WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kkimEIQadP8/s320/mike1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is sad and achy. This post is going to be somewhat depressing for me and maybe, just maybe, might possibly make you all feel sorry for me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know we have been counting down the days until Mike is able to come home. We have anxiously been awaiting November because this is when he comes home for is R&amp;amp;R. I was talking to Mike the other night when he said, "Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" I hesitantly responded with "The bad news please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad news? Mike is not going to be able to come home on leave. BOOOOO. I am sad and mad all at the same time. Sad because I miss him and I know the kids do too. Having Mike come home as been all they talk about. "When Dad comes home this" and "When Dad comes home that." I am mad because well, it's just not FAIR! How come all the other soldiers get to come home and not mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart hurts every time I think about this because I haven't had the nerve to tell the kids. How mean am I for not telling them? I don't know how I am going to do it. They are going to be overwhelmingly (is that even a word?) SAD and there is going to be a lot of tears involved. I don't know how much good it will do to try and explain it to them. I just don't think they will understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O....how I wish I wasn't the one who had to tell them the sad news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-6294876322206359153?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6294876322206359153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=6294876322206359153&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6294876322206359153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6294876322206359153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-heart-is-super-sad.html' title='My Heart Is Super Sad....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StlH8Lh76WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kkimEIQadP8/s72-c/mike1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-840710584795419285</id><published>2009-10-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:40:16.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>It's NOT Funny...But It Kinda Is!</title><content type='html'>My day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; wakes up, she doesn't feel good...she is going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Around noon she is feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get ready to head to the Raptor Romp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cooper tells me he doesn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are too many people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  He is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I tell him to get down there and perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  He runs back, "Mom, I Am Going To Throw Up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And..... he does....in front of EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Rush him out of the way, using his shirt as a catch all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DOUBLE YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Gather up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Started the day with throw up, might as well end with it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is my life.......sigh.........sigh........sigh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-840710584795419285?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/840710584795419285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=840710584795419285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/840710584795419285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/840710584795419285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-funnybut-it-kinda-is.html' title='It&apos;s NOT Funny...But It Kinda Is!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2902090510350288479</id><published>2009-10-11T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:11:25.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did it! I finally went out and bought a new camera....it seems like forever since mine broke! So, I am camera happy and snapping pictures left and right to try and catch up for the time missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391526955796629250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StKNM2UzhwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Scq0Y2lIQn8/s320/DSCN0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; much "SILLY"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; going on in our house!  Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; are always cracking jokes and making funny faces.  They keep me smiling and make my days much happier.&lt;br /&gt;I find it hysterical and can't stop laughing...I love they have found their sense of humor and know how to use it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391526948651875378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StKNMbtXPDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CX4G8GL-kx0/s320/DSCN0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; to smile for the camera and this is what I got.  One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charlee's&lt;/span&gt; favorite things to do is sit on my lap so we can take pictures of ourselves.  Kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, but hey...we have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Griffin seems as though he has grown up drastically since last month and I can't begin to explain how fast this little guy is! Maybe it's that he has two older siblings to show him the ropes, but this kid can move! For example....today was the primary program at church. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; sat with us until after the sacrament - then went up front. Griffin felt he needed to be with his big sister and took off after her. I was maybe 15 feet from the podium before I caught up to him. And then of course, he screamed the rest of the way back to our seat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, the joys of motherhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Griffin as also taken much interest in the play room. He his a climber and has perfected the art of climbing onto the chair to sit at the table! Man this kid is good. He feels like such a big boy when he hangs out with the "big kids." Here is what I found today while I was cooking dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391524976279726050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StKLZoDMp-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/bxiDxJaDeK8/s320/DSCN0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Griffin sitting at the table....thinking "I am so big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our swing set up and the kids absolutely LOVE it! I absolutely LOVE it too! They come home and they want to go outside to play. Nothing wrong with that I say! I don't see them again until I call them in for dinner...or an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; potty break! You can't see the whole swing set from this picture, but you can tell the kids are loving the weather outside and the playground that we are so grateful to have!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391526937122685426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StKNLwwlwfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/X3wNNE1wwYQ/s320/DSCN0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay, so this a terrible picture to try and show the swingset.  But, you can see that Scoti and Griffin are having a good time!  I actually found Griffin standing on top of the four wheeler with his hand on the handle bars grinning...swaying back and forth...like he knew what was suppose to happen or something.  Funny little kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been doing a lot of this.  Halloween Countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391526964550938706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StKNNW7_sFI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Il4j8i5ugHg/s320/DSCN0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My favorite time of year! HALLOWEEN!  I don't know why, maybe a little creepy, but I love HALLOWEEN!  I get so excited about decorating, having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party, dressing up and making the kids costumes...the list goes on and on.  I would most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be okay if we celebrated Halloween at least once a month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well folks, this is probably enough for one post.  But, not to worry...there will be more.  Why?  Because Halloween is just around the corner and we will have the cutest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PUNKED&lt;/span&gt; OUT PIRATES...that I will of course - be showing off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2902090510350288479?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2902090510350288479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2902090510350288479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2902090510350288479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2902090510350288479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/StKNM2UzhwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Scq0Y2lIQn8/s72-c/DSCN0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-1853079579786996536</id><published>2009-09-29T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:06:36.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><title type='text'>I Am In BIG Trouble NOW!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so Griffin can officially CLIMB out of his crib.  It was quite the experience!!  I had put Griffin down for a nap but he didn't fall right to sleep.  He was in his crib talking to himself when all of the sudden his voice got louder.  I peaked my head down the hallway and noticed his bedroom door was open.  Uh, that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;?  Who opened his door?  I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; if she went in his room and she assured me she DID NOT!  I walked down the hallway and into Griffin's room only to find....NO GRIFFIN!  He was not in his crib, he was not in his room....WHERE IN THE WORLD IS HE?  I could hear him, but I could not see him.  So strange????  I turned around and pushed the bathroom door open all the way and THERE HE WAS, playing with the tub toys.  WOW!  He was magic, because certainly he didn't get out of his crib ALL by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes later, I once again laid Griffin down to take his nap.  This time I thought ahead!  Tammie hid in the closet in Griffin's room before I put him down.  Within THREE minutes that little stinker had once again CLIMBED out of his crib!  But, now we know how he did it!  He is not magic at all!  He has serious MONKEY TOES!  My little man managed to wrap his little toes around the slats in his crib, throw one leg over the top, pull the other leg over, hang his body down and let go, landing on his well cushioned bum!  He then pulls the door open with his chubby little fingers and walks out grinning from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what 13 month old can do this?  My little 13 months old Griffin can!  Cooper nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; EVER climbed out of their crib.  I am in serious trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-1853079579786996536?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1853079579786996536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=1853079579786996536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1853079579786996536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1853079579786996536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-in-big-trouble-now.html' title='I Am In BIG Trouble NOW!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-921689544390763939</id><published>2009-09-23T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:05:16.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steal of a Deal!</title><content type='html'>I heard about this great deal for nursing mom's or soon to be.  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.uddercovers.com/"&gt;www.uddercovers.com&lt;/a&gt; pick out a nursing cover, go to the check out and enter "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinderella&lt;/span&gt;" in the promotion box and you get your $32.00 nursing cover for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREE!!!&lt;/span&gt;  All you have to do is pay $8.95 in shipping.  Pass it on to all you know who would be interested!  I don't know how long the promo will last!  Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-921689544390763939?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/921689544390763939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=921689544390763939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/921689544390763939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/921689544390763939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/09/steal-of-deal.html' title='Steal of a Deal!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-1446376917674838354</id><published>2009-09-16T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:01:38.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Random'/><title type='text'>Late Night....</title><content type='html'>Once again here I sit.  This computer and I spend a lot of time together.  Now, not because I choose to sit here and do nothing but because, well, I DON'T SLEEP like a normal person.  So, I will warn you now - this may just be a ramble, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hullabalu&lt;/span&gt;, whatever post.  I have so many random things running through my head right now, I have to get them out.  If I don't I may never go to sleep tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #1:  I am really irritated with the fact that my camera is broken.  I know I should just get over and go get a new one but I can't.  I am not mad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; anymore, just mad that it's broke and it was only 6 months old.  I need to go camera shopping...anyone have any good advice for me - like what camera I need to buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #2:  I am truly grateful for the nice guy who lives up the street from me.  He is building my kids their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt; and saving me much dreaded time outside.  It is still way to hot for me to be building a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt;....the heat is just an excuse.  The real truth?  I honestly have no idea how to build a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought#3:  I am not looking forward to waking up in the morning and telling the kids they are not going to school but to the Dr. to get FLU SHOTS!!!!  I can see it now...crying...crying...crying...I don't want to go....crying...screaming...fear...panic...anxiety...now you see why I don't tell them until the day of!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #4:  It hit me pretty hard yesterday when I realized that we are HALF way through SEPTEMBER!!! That means only 6-8 more weeks until Mike comes home for a visit!!  YAY...HOORAY....YAY!!!  Oh, I can't wait.  It is going to be so nice to see him, hug him, kiss him, ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #5:  I should probably STOP thinking about Random Thought #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #6:  Enrichment Night is coming up here pretty quick....six days actually.  I am feeling pretty good about things.  I just hope people actually show up.  It really sucks when people DON'T come!  But, they are going to miss a great night if they don't come.  We have some REALLY good stuff for everyone.  We are going to play a couple of games(I know...games, ugh...these are fun though, I promise!) and the prizes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FANTABULOUS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #7:  How many Cokes a day is to many?  Or can one person not get enough Coke?  Seriously...I like Coke more than water.  Is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEE I TOLD YOU!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Random!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #8:  I need to get a cute, easy little craft for the nursery kids to do during Enrichment Night....????  Any ideas?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #9:  I would LOVE to eat some KING CRAB LEGS right now!  Oh yeah, that sounds yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought #10:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ooooohhh&lt;/span&gt;, Artichokes sound good too.  Why do I always get hungry late at night?  It can't be good for my body, right?  I mean, if I actually ate late at night...everynight...multiple times a night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will stop.  I know I need to seek therapy!  But then my therapist would be sleeping and I would still BE AWAKE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-1446376917674838354?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1446376917674838354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=1446376917674838354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1446376917674838354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1446376917674838354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-night.html' title='Late Night....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7581098669238344921</id><published>2009-09-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:00:10.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Orange Bavarian Cream Chocolate Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, you read that right!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange Bavarian Cream Chocolate Cupcakes!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And oh my, they are delicious! Or maybe scrumptious, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delectable&lt;/span&gt;, mouth watering, heavenly, luscious....the list goes on and on. I have never eaten a cupcake that has tasted so lovely! I swear I was experiencing a small piece of heaven while I ate the cupcake! The best part? I MADE it all...from SCRATCH! Yes, once again you read it right! I made it all from scratch. That would mean, NO BOXED stuff&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Would Be Picture Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Remember? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Broke My Camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So you all must just imagine this beautiful little cupcake in your head! First, a chocolate cupcake with an orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bavarian&lt;/span&gt; cream center, topped with MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;butter cream&lt;/span&gt; frosting (I can't tell you my secret ingredient...if I did, I would have to kill you!) and then....candied orange peel to make it even more desirable! Is your mouth watering yet? If so, head on over to my place! I still have a few in my fridge. Oh yes, they are even better cold! But you had better be quick about it. I can't promise them there for long...they are calling my name right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7581098669238344921?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7581098669238344921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7581098669238344921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7581098669238344921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7581098669238344921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/09/orange-bavarian-cream-chocolate.html' title='Orange Bavarian Cream Chocolate Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-9057706491008067510</id><published>2009-08-31T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:36:19.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>Sweet, Sensitive, Thoughtful Cooper</title><content type='html'>I must say I have the sweetest, most sensitive, and thoughtful seven year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; on the planet!  Why?  Well, the story goes a little something like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was rough.  Church starts at 9:00 a.m. and I try to get there early to set up a table to promote Enrichment Night and activities.  Normally I like to try and be out the door by 8:30 - this gives me enough time to load the kids, load the stuff, unload the stuff, set up the table, unload the kids and get them to primary...yes, there is much loading and unloading!  So, we didn't get out the door until 8:45 and in my book, WE ARE LATE!  And, I don't do LATE.  (Don't get me started on being late...that is another post all in itself!)  Surprisingly enough, I get everything taken care of ON TIME and I am feeling pretty good about things.  I have just a few minutes to get the kids out of the car and into primary when someone "says something" and totally hurts my feelings.  Yeah I know, sounds childish, but I do have feelings and they do get hurt.  I walk out to the car doing my best to hold in the tears, but didn't make it to far.  Cooper sees me crying and is insisting to know why I am sad.  I told him not to worry about it, I was okay and to go to primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the church day continues.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home and Cooper is still persistent.  He wants to know why I was sad.  I told him someone said something that made me feel bad, but I was okay.  He apologizes and gives me a hug and then wants to know WHO it was.  I told him it didn't matter, it was over with and just to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with Cooper later in the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper: "Mom, what time do you wake up in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Around 7:00 so I can get you guys up and ready for school.  Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper: "Because I am going to get up early, I have a surprise for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay! (with excitement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that.  I didn't hear anything else about it the rest of the day.  We go to bed, I go to sleep and I am sleeping pretty good - I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm sounds at 7:00 a.m. and I hit the SNOOZE button, I needed a few more minutes...eight to be exact!  Then all of the sudden I hear a shuffle and a soft whisper "Mom.  Good morning!"  I open my eyes to see Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; standing by my bedside holding a plate of breakfast.  I sat up with a smile, looking down at what they so sweetly made me!  An Eggo waffle with syrup, a Dove chocolate on the side and a can of Coke!  (I would have taken a picture because it was so adorable, but Charlee managed to break my camera...yep, she's in BIG trouble!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it gets much sweeter than this!  I truly have wonderful children!  Thank you Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast in bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-9057706491008067510?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/9057706491008067510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=9057706491008067510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9057706491008067510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9057706491008067510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-sensitive-thoughtful-cooper.html' title='Sweet, Sensitive, Thoughtful Cooper'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2058076873361354480</id><published>2009-08-24T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:39:20.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlee Turns Five!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WARNING....LONG POST!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not everyday your only GIRL turns FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373747544277611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpNi65FLdFI/AAAAAAAAAik/TAnDGmIytds/s320/IMG_1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have had our share of birthdays this month! Charlee celebrated her 5th birthday and everyone should know that 5 is a MAGICAL number!!! Why?? Because she is now old enough to go to KINDERGARTEN!!! Hip, Hip, Hooray! But seriously....HOORAY! I love my little Charlee Boo so much. She has more energy in her pinkie than a whole group of five year olds! She is emotional, hysterical, silly, a cuddle monster and a beautiful little lady! I am so grateful I have a little girl who loves shoes, purses and clothes as much as I do. I couldn't have asked for anything more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlee and I have been talking about her birthday for the last several months. We have been party planning, shopping (window shopping!!) and preparing for her 5th Birthday Carnival Bash! Yep, you read it right....A CARNIVAL! But first...the day of her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373747550510702418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpNi7QTQ31I/AAAAAAAAAis/FX671fJIM5g/s320/IMG_1053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything was PINK and BLACK with Polk A Dots! Very cute and very girly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373747559501285490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpNi7xyySHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/K3eRRNOch0k/s320/IMG_1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Charlee getting ready to BLOW OUT THE CANDLE! Candle? Isn't she turning 5? Why yes she is, but her mother forgot to BUY candles and could only find ONE lonely leftover candle in the pantry....sorry baby girl! Your mama is somewhat forgetful in her old age!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlee was showered with many gifts on her birthday! She got a swimsuit, clothes, a movie, an Iraqi camel (STUFFED ANIMAL) from Daddy along with a makeup mirror, combs and lotion! I have never seen a child get so excited over a makeup mirror, but leave it to Charlee to be delighted! Charlee wanted to open her presents in the morning when she woke up. I let her open a few but saved the BIG ones for later in the evening. Grandma and Grandpa wanted to be here and I wanted to increase the level of SUSPENSE! She was about to die because she couldn't open ALL of them! So later, when Grandma and Grandpa came over for some cake and ice cream we opened the rest of the presents! She FINALLY got her PINK Nintendo DS and a few games...because she is now FIVE! Grandma and Grandpa gave her a FANCY NANCY dress, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FANCY NANCY&lt;/span&gt; purse, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FANCY NANCY&lt;/span&gt; books! Along with PINKALICIOUS, PURPLICIOUS, and GOLDILICIOUS books! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373747570821563842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpNi8b9wBcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Kmfzzb2bBIk/s320/IMG_1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first thing Charlee did after opening all her presents....RUN to her room and changed into her FANCY NANCY dress...with matching purse and sunglasses! Here she is posing for us all! I love that Scoti follows Charlee around mimicking every move she makes! Charlee put her sunglasses on so Scoti needed hers...Charlee leans up against the wall to pose for the picture and Scoti is right there by her side! They are BOTH just TOOOOO cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Charlee BOO had a GREAT birthday and LOVED turning FIVE! But, the party isn't over! Because Charlee had her birthday on a Thursday, we had to have the BIRTHDAY CARNIVAL on Saturday! We had games, food, candy, cotton candy, treats, prizes, drinks, a bounce house, FUN, FUN, and more FUN. I had so much FUN planning her party...I hope everyone had a FUN time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761543725694&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p1/2882303761543725694/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761543725694&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p2/2882303761543725694/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761543725694&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p4/2882303761543725694/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure why, but I can't get the slide show of The Birthday Carnival to pull up.  Just click on "View All Images" and it will take you to the link where you can see the pics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2058076873361354480?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2058076873361354480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2058076873361354480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2058076873361354480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2058076873361354480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/08/charlee-turns-five.html' title='Charlee Turns Five!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpNi65FLdFI/AAAAAAAAAik/TAnDGmIytds/s72-c/IMG_1040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7543593381738020433</id><published>2009-08-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:45:04.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><title type='text'>Griffin's Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Griffin had an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ocean "ONE"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;derland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; party for his first &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; I know, I know...it is silly and maybe a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, but hey, it's his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRST BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I looked and looked for something fun and different to do for his party and then FINALLY, there is was! Because seriously, how much fun is an ocean wonderland? Well, in case you were wondering...it is really FUN and so cute and super easy to put together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373360494561943682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpIC5oh7YII/AAAAAAAAAh8/n-L03evR5-4/s320/IMG_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Griffin and his SUPER AWESOME FISHY cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;The confused look? He wasn't quite sure why we were all smiling and singing to him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I made this cute 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tiered&lt;/span&gt; cake holder out of an oatmeal box and cardboard that I covered in paper, ribbon, rick rack, paper fish and underwater plants! Turned out pretty darn cute if I do say so myself! Oh, and a little spray paint....because spray paint is my new best friend!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With my other children on their FIRST birthday, I would make a cute cake in hopes that they would be so excited, smile and take a great big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chunk&lt;/span&gt; and start eating. But to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; wanted NOTHING and mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to do with CAKE! So, I made Griffin his cake having no expectations of him wanted to eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, much to my surprise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HE LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373362258677831074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpIEgUX7laI/AAAAAAAAAiM/xh1z-bj3QIY/s320/IMG_1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Griffin snatching the first STARFISH off his cake! He is putting it in his mouth! (I am holding my breath...waiting for him to spit it out!) YAY, he likes it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He kept eating......and eating.....and eating....until &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373362268105398674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpIEg3fo2ZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_8hXkpZLKPE/s320/IMG_1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;He looked like this! And the whole thing was GONE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wow, who would have known that the 3rd child would FINALLY eat the cake?!?!? Now, not to TOOT my own horn, but I make some pretty darn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCRUMPTIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cake and some mighty &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YUMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; frosting. So, I am pretty sure I know why he liked his cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matter of fact, when he was done picking up as much cake has he could with his chubby little hands, I look over at him and he is licking the tray of his high chair! He couldn't get enough of his mama's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DELICIOUS OCEAN "ONE"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DERLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373362251126740978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpIEf4PnF_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/wV40B51990o/s320/IMG_1007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Muffster&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. Kathy, my big sister) with Hope and Sam! Notice they are sitting underneath the AMAZING ocean wonderland...with smiles on their faces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have to take a moment to brag because I MUST say, I have the most WONDERFUL family. Seriously! Think about this....between the months of July and August we have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; birthdays in our family! Yes, I said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thirteen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That is A LOT of birthdays! And somehow we manage to celebrate ALL of these birthdays! I know sometimes it seems overwhelming and we eat a lot of CAKE, but we do it! And WHY? Because that is one of the reasons WHY we have families! To celebrate and be together! Anyway....just thought I would let them all know I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; them! Thank you ALL for ALL you do for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7543593381738020433?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7543593381738020433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7543593381738020433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7543593381738020433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7543593381738020433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/08/ocean-onederland.html' title='Griffin&apos;s Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SpIC5oh7YII/AAAAAAAAAh8/n-L03evR5-4/s72-c/IMG_1009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-1173774906730896251</id><published>2009-08-14T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:28:16.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Griffin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTwGO70BHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6LqvzR78R3A/s1600-h/Griffinbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369680645611324530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTwGO70BHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6LqvzR78R3A/s400/Griffinbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day! My baby turns ONE! I can't believe how quick this past year has come and gone. So many things have happened and Griffin has grown into a miniature little man! He such an adorable little guy with a happy personality. I am so grateful Griffin joined our family, he has been such a blessing and joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369679983461395026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTvfsO96lI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GQSS0xnwj7k/s320/IMG_0955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Little Griffin Man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A Total Mama's Boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Loves To Eat...Everything! Lucky Charms Are His Favorite! Thanks Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Engor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never Wakes Up Sad...He Is ALWAYS Happy In The Mornings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can Say Hi and Bye Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Likes His Bottle...It's A Comfort Thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thinks Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; Are Pretty Funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As Discovered The Toilet....YUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Likes To Play The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; With Cooper. He HAS To Have A Controller TOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't Seem To Mind Bumping His Head On Things...Gotta Love The Helmet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can Go Up and Down The Stairs! Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt; Falling Down Them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Takes A Great Afternoon Nap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Laughs At Me When I Tell Him "NO!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Has An UGLY Face He Makes And It's Only A Face A Mother Could LOVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Figured Out How To Throw A Tantrum. Today Actually!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can Walk, But Still Thinks Crawling Is Faster. Won't Take Long To Figure Out He's Wrong On That One!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Misses His Daddy and Can't Wait To See Him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Griffie, your mama sure does love YOU! I can't imagine our family without you. You make me smile all day and amaze me constantly with how much you know! You are such a happy guy, hardly ever sad, and so content, so pleasant! Your smile makes my day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-1173774906730896251?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1173774906730896251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=1173774906730896251&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1173774906730896251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1173774906730896251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-griffin.html' title='Happy Birthday Griffin!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTwGO70BHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6LqvzR78R3A/s72-c/Griffinbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-1343792414112171177</id><published>2009-08-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:36:35.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369686364310575954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoT1TGv9m1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/q0IaalvBN4M/s320/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The day I have been waiting for....BACK TO SCHOOL! I enjoyed the summer and the kids were great, but I am probably more excited that school is back in session than the kids are! Cooper is now in 2nd grade and Charlee is starting Kindergarten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369686373661209474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoT1TplU84I/AAAAAAAAAhM/2BPOYlg_Oz8/s320/IMG_0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh my gosh...They are so CUTE!  Cooper is such a great big brother.  I know Charlee is going to be taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369686385901681778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoT1UXLrvHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nVz-IR9-p5U/s320/IMG_0985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And off they go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-1343792414112171177?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1343792414112171177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=1343792414112171177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1343792414112171177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1343792414112171177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='The First Day of School'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoT1TGv9m1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/q0IaalvBN4M/s72-c/IMG_0987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3902944914097693041</id><published>2009-08-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:52:36.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FORT!!!</title><content type='html'>The kids wanted to build a fort....guess who ended up building it? Yep, you guessed it, ME!! But, I was okay with it because it kept them busy for TWO days! So, two pop up tents and two army blankets later....we had an AWESOME FORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369676582429044114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTsZuZqrZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/oGNhPJpXEmM/s320/IMG_0967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper - Griffin - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369676567397116722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTsY2ZxqzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qegEiWNzSug/s320/IMG_0972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peek A Boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369676594554731570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTsabkp_DI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7jIMldg1Dh0/s320/IMG_0968.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Three of Them! I am so lucky they play so well together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't know if you noticed, but I must point out....my children have NO shirts on. Some weird thing, they all end up partially naked! Cooper and Griffin...okay. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3902944914097693041?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3902944914097693041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3902944914097693041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3902944914097693041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3902944914097693041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/08/fort.html' title='The FORT!!!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SoTsZuZqrZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/oGNhPJpXEmM/s72-c/IMG_0967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2698503740146360552</id><published>2009-08-04T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:49:08.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Have A Problem!</title><content type='html'>My problem....??? I have discovered how to make paper PURSE GIFT BAGS!!! Oh my gosh, they are so cute and the possibilities are endless! I was cleaning today and doing laundry all the while thinking of a new way to decorate one of these things. I know, I seriously need to get a life! They are cute though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366321480790261250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SnkA9G0NPgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZOwkQKNgkfY/s400/purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2698503740146360552?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2698503740146360552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2698503740146360552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2698503740146360552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2698503740146360552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-have-problem.html' title='I Think I Have A Problem!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SnkA9G0NPgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZOwkQKNgkfY/s72-c/purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-6854374658172687808</id><published>2009-07-31T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:09:26.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><title type='text'>Just So Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SnPNlB-i1cI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dRTQ-mEeyOQ/s1600-h/Griffin9months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364857617198011842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SnPNlB-i1cI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dRTQ-mEeyOQ/s400/Griffin9months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-6854374658172687808?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6854374658172687808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=6854374658172687808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6854374658172687808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/6854374658172687808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning.html' title='Just So Cute'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SnPNlB-i1cI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dRTQ-mEeyOQ/s72-c/Griffin9months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4397135067640697820</id><published>2009-07-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:50:10.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Trip Up North!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;!!! Another week has come and gone, and what do I have to show for it? Well, I would have a lot had my camera HAD batteries the day we went to Lagoon! Unfortunately, the cute pictures of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CrAzY&lt;/span&gt; day are all stored on my mom's camera...which is currently not in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we had a SUPER FUN time at Lagoon. Most of my family was able to join us and celebrate Conner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scotlyns&lt;/span&gt; birthday! I had so much fun watching the kids run from ride to ride - getting so excited about each one. It is funny how they have a story after each ride...something happened and it was "SO FUNNY MOM!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of my Lagoon day was while I was sitting in the middle of the kiddie section watching Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; run wild! Now, do you all remember the little boat ride? The one that has the bell you can ring while floating along in a circle? Okay, Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; were standing in line patiently waiting their turn. There were two little girls (okay, they were young but NOT little) who were getting off the boats when "OH, OH MY!" The older sister FELL into the water and under she went! The mom rushes over to get here (yeah, she's OKAY!) but I could not stop laughing, it was HYSTERICAL! Am I so mean? Just create the image in your head and you will probably laugh too! And oh the sadness in my heart when I couldn't catch it all...dang camera!  (If you want more hysterical details about this incident, just ask!  I would love to tell you ALL about it!  Yes, there is more to the story!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the day ends and we are exhausted. Man, I am getting old because I was tired at like 2!! We had doctor appointments for Griffin's flat head...which he still has and will have to wear his helmet for 6-8 MORE weeks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ughhh&lt;/span&gt;...! But, they are making him a new helmet because his head is not fitting in his one now! Good thing I don't have to pay for that one! Those little plastic suckers are EXPENSIVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike has a buddy over in Iraq who's family lives up north! Mike gave me her number so we could meet and get to know them! I gave them a call and we met up at a chocolate factory! We had such a great time. It is such a small world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996603683975410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sm0w_yY1sPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Y6_Yb_YCi0s/s320/cavanaughs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4397135067640697820?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4397135067640697820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4397135067640697820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4397135067640697820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4397135067640697820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-up-north.html' title='Trip Up North!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sm0w_yY1sPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Y6_Yb_YCi0s/s72-c/cavanaughs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4934461217307386751</id><published>2009-07-18T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:16:04.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><title type='text'>Just A Little Flashback....</title><content type='html'>Okay!  So I am in my bathroom blow drying my hair, Griffin is at my feet playing with whatever is in the drawer.  I look down to see Griffin holding my flat iron with the biggest, happiest smile ever!  It was then that I experienced my FLASHBACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cooper was around two years old and Mike was gone to Basic Training for the Army, my little man Coop LOVED my blow dryer.  He carried it around the house, played with it, took naps with it (it was then I cut the cord off!) and even had to take it in the car and to the store...sometimes even daycare!  Kind of strange, and I am totally happy he grew out of the phase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a picture of it somewhere.....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my little Griffin going down the same path...Only with the flat iron instead?  If so, I had better go buy a cheap one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he AIN'T carrying my Chi around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4934461217307386751?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4934461217307386751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4934461217307386751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4934461217307386751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4934461217307386751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-little-flashback.html' title='Just A Little Flashback....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-9202390706748986709</id><published>2009-07-13T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:41:31.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxy'/><title type='text'>In Loving Memory....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"ROXY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little Roxy Dog!  How Roxy came to be...?  When my little brother Scott was mountain biking up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; the capital several years ago, he came across a little lost black lab pup.  Scott, being the tendered hearted little guy he was, decided this dog could not be alone any longer.  He took the laces out of shoes and made the puppy a leash to bring her home.  Once at home, Scott fed her and gave her plenty of water.  He had an immediate bond with this lost little pup.  Mom of course, told Scott "absolutely NOT."  "We will not have another dog in this house!!!!"  Scott put posters up all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; but no one claimed the dog.  By this time the dog had a name..."ROXY" and a master and a family.  Best of all, Mom fell in love with her.  And Roxy has been part of the family since....around 15 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HER PERSONALITY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves To Play Fetch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoys Chasing Cats...But She Never Knows What To Do With Them Once She Has Caught Them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATES&lt;/span&gt; Thunder, Lightening and Rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Likes To Take Herself For A Walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Young Children Make Her Nervous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She Listens To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; Scott Says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hides Under The Bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eats Grass When She Has A Belly Ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despises Getting A Bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Likes To Swim In The Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other night Roxy escaped from the front door while no one was paying attention.  A few hours later I noticed she wasn't following me around the house as I locked up.  I went outside in hopes to find her on the porch waiting for me.  (She often took herself on a walk and would wait on the front porch for us to let her in!)  Sadly, Roxy wasn't there.  As I was calling for her, my neighbor asked who I was looking for.  I explained it was the dumb dog and if he saw her to give me a call so I could go get her.  A few minutes later, my phone rang.  Steve told me a little black dog had been hit by a car and was on the side of the road.  I got in the car to see if it was her, but by the time I got there, someone had all ready picked her up.  We aren't sure if Roxy died or if she was rescued.  We haven't been able to locate our little Roxy Dog and we miss her very much.  I am so sad that our family dog of 15 years is gone, she wormed her way into the hearts of everyone.  She will be missed and we LOVE you Roxy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-9202390706748986709?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/9202390706748986709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=9202390706748986709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9202390706748986709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9202390706748986709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory....'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5886647317042026789</id><published>2009-07-04T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:30:38.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SlAq_VgVpSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4_U3gNSPrJc/s1600-h/Camera+Unload+7.4.09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354827224536425762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SlAq_VgVpSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4_U3gNSPrJc/s320/Camera+Unload+7.4.09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was quite the day!  It seems like sometimes a HOLIDAY is more work than it should be!  But oh well, it was a fun day!  We celebrated little Brody's birthday and the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; all in one day!  Good food, good friends and family, bad HOT day, NICE cool swimming pool!  I of course had to yipe up the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at our house - just a little bit!  The kids put on their patriotic shirts (poor little Griffie didn't have one..but he is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; instead!) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mohawked&lt;/span&gt; the boys hair with RED hair gel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girlied&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; with patriotic hair bows (and red hair too) and took some pictures!  This day means so much more to me now that it has in the past.  I have a new sense of patriotism and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; for this country.  I am so grateful I live in a free land where I have the FREEDOM to choose.  God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI - I let Griffin have a day off...it's so HOT outside!  It would have been torture to make him wear that helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5886647317042026789?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5886647317042026789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5886647317042026789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5886647317042026789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5886647317042026789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SlAq_VgVpSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4_U3gNSPrJc/s72-c/Camera+Unload+7.4.09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3897545160248512230</id><published>2009-07-03T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:07:17.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>Oh My...That Is All I Can Say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7TwvuwuiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IJgoXUO_N8Y/s1600-h/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354449841389877794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7TwvuwuiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IJgoXUO_N8Y/s320/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you say PRINCESS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CHARLEE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7TwO6Ko3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/_7vQ6FqnZ6c/s1600-h/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354449832579343218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7TwO6Ko3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/_7vQ6FqnZ6c/s320/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is what she looked like underneath all those covers! I think I am in serious trouble. She came up with the outfit all on her own! And yes, that is a scarf she managed to turn into a shirt. Well, not sure if you can classify that has a shirt, but rather some type of top!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3897545160248512230?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3897545160248512230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3897545160248512230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3897545160248512230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3897545160248512230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-mywhat-have-i-done.html' title='Oh My...That Is All I Can Say!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7TwvuwuiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IJgoXUO_N8Y/s72-c/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7910090088493151596</id><published>2009-07-03T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:07:41.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griffin'/><title type='text'>Griffindor....Little Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354445361884294754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7PsARZ7mI/AAAAAAAAAdI/DrQ6wwtDMB0/s320/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Griffin man is growing up! I think he wears his helmet very well. Doesn't he look FREAKY cute? I mean seriously, doesn't that smile just melt your heart? I think one thing I love about his helmet is the ANGRY EYES he gets. When the helmet slips a little, it pushes all the chunky from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt; down towards his eyes. He looks like he is super mad, but then he smiles and it is to funny! I haven't been able to catch that look yet on camera, but I am trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354445367403932946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7PsU1Y7RI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vls98B-Cxfw/s320/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Griffin has mastered going down the one stair in our house! He doesn't do it the right way, oh no! He heads down head first! Sometimes he falls, but the helmet protects his little head and he just continues on his way! I sure am going to miss that helmet when it is time to say goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354445372240130226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7Psm2bcLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Kp8qLRfkNUs/s320/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mission &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Accomplished&lt;/span&gt;! He is safely down the stair and now climbing back up. It never seems to bore him, and I don't quite understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354445353681994114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7Prht0wYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Xd_BOzWG8dc/s320/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture is just because....This is what he looks like when he gets his ONE hour a day without his helmet on! I have to put socks on his hands because if not...He just scratches and scratches his head until it bleeds. Poor little guy, can you see all the read marks on his forehead? The helmet causes skin breakdown, plus all the sweat, YUCK!!!! He reminds me of a little cat when he paws at his head trying to scratch, I can't help but laugh at him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;! He even will lay his forehead on the carpet and rub it back and forth while he is rubbing the back of his head with his little hands! So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7910090088493151596?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7910090088493151596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7910090088493151596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7910090088493151596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7910090088493151596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/griffindorlittle-man.html' title='Griffindor....Little Man!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk7PsARZ7mI/AAAAAAAAAdI/DrQ6wwtDMB0/s72-c/Camera+Unload+7.3.09+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-561898793665761008</id><published>2009-07-02T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:43:57.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Boys'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY BRODSTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year today the first of what would be three boy cousins to be born in a six week period, Brody Scott entered the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354125671933383074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk2s7mZjkaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/M98om-ALq9Q/s320/boys8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems like yesterday I got the phone call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shaunna&lt;/span&gt; was going to the hospital to have Brody! In some ways I was extremely jealous because I still had six weeks to go. How amazing it was to hold Brody for the first time and feel of his perfect sweet spirit. I must admit, I was again jealous because Tammie was next, she to was having a boy. I on the other hand, had to be the difficult one and not find out if we were having a boy or a girl. Deep down I knew I was having a boy, but constantly doubted because NO WAY could all three of us have boys. I would have the girl and she would forever be picked on by the two older boys....sometimes that is how life goes! But, the Lord had something special in store. Another boy would be born! I can't wait to see what else is in store for these three AMAZING little men. What a precious miracle happened for our family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you Brody and hope you have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FANTABULOUS&lt;/span&gt; 1st birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-561898793665761008?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/561898793665761008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=561898793665761008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/561898793665761008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/561898793665761008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-birthday-brodster.html' title='HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY BRODSTER!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sk2s7mZjkaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/M98om-ALq9Q/s72-c/boys8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5605531494958871126</id><published>2009-06-22T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:07:57.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>The Roly Poly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350366678960512146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SkBSJaWHHJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ec043-SaQGs/s320/roly+poly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roly&lt;/span&gt; Poly as we like to call it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the story goes a little something like this...we were enjoying a little lunch outside at Grandma's house. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the food and the company. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; comes up to me and shows me she has found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roly&lt;/span&gt; Poly Bug. Out of no where I say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, I will pay you a dollar if you eat that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Roly&lt;/span&gt; Poly Bug." Why would a mother say this to her child? I have no idea! But it was wrong...probably! She just stares at me like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....a dollar?" Then Aunt Tammie says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, I will give you 5 dollars if you eat that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Roly&lt;/span&gt; Poly Bug!!!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; then confirms that if she eats this bug we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; give her $6.00. She fiddled with the bug and continued pondering if eating this bug was worth the money!  Next thing I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; rolls the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Roly&lt;/span&gt; Poly Bug up like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350366681862116242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SkBSJlJ6E5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/bmMPbncEGkI/s320/roly+poly+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grabs her drink, puts the bug into her mouth, take a swallow of juice and down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Roly&lt;/span&gt; Poly goes! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; holds out her little hand and says "I want my SIX DOLLARS!!!" &lt;p&gt;I about died! I really didn't think she would do it, what little girl eats a bug? And better yet, what mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;entices&lt;/span&gt; her child with money to eat a bug? But, of course we paid up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; went to Target and bought herself a hula hoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5605531494958871126?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5605531494958871126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5605531494958871126&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5605531494958871126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5605531494958871126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/06/roly-poly.html' title='The Roly Poly'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SkBSJaWHHJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ec043-SaQGs/s72-c/roly+poly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-1768097033092106118</id><published>2009-06-16T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:17:55.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrichment Night June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Life Gives You Lemons...Make Lemonade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348153212076407586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sjh1ArotuyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4rU4vOxHUm0/s320/Enrichment+Night+June+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a new calling in my ward. I was asked to be the Enrichment Leader! I of course said yes! I later found out that the next Enrichment Night was in a month...Yikes! I had never been in charge of one of these so I was a little nervous. I began thinking of ideas and I decided to go with the old saying "When Life Gives You Lemons...Make Lemonade!" The entire evening was based around lemons, and it was fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348153233318333922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sjh1B6xLzeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OzWh9ko7u9g/s320/Enrichment+Night+June+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The night started with a light summer dinner! We had loaves of bread on the table with lemonade and water. Our center piece was a lemonade stand filled with fresh lemons! For dinner we served a yummy BBQ Chicken Salad and fresh cold Fruit Kabobs! I liked that the dinner was light...who wants a big heavy meal when it is so hot outside? For dessert we served Frozen Pink Lemonade Pie! The pie was so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348153238870965810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sjh1CPdCPjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0dihvAVxFsU/s320/Enrichment+Night+June+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Now, what is an evening based around lemonade without a Lemonade Stand? My dad made this for me...just for this night! I decorated it because it had to be CUTE! Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; are so excited because after this night was over, the Lemonade Stand is being passed to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348153227646925874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sjh1BlpA_DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nIFuY_fcfl8/s320/Enrichment+Night+June+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348153218275253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sjh1BCuom_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RghJPMxe6Qw/s320/Enrichment+Night+June+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; While everyone was enjoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; dessert, we had a guest speaker. Sister Larsen spoke to us about how important it is to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; sour lessons and make them into sweet lemonade. She had three stories that really hit home to me. I realize that even when things are hard, the Lord will never leave me. I know I can rely on Him to help me make my own lemonade! She brought the Spirit into our meeting and I am so grateful she was willing to speak to us! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then broke into mini classes where we learned all there was to know about LEMONS in our life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEMONY FRESH: In this class we learned all about cleaning with lemons in our home. I never knew that if you put fresh lemon juice in the dishwasher cycle it will remove all the cloudy yuck off your glasses! We also learned several different ways to be a cheaper housekeeper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIP SMACKERS: This class was all about LEMON desserts and how to incorporate our food storage into every day cooking and baking. We were able to sample several lemon desserts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oooohhhh&lt;/span&gt;, they were good! I was excited about the different ways to incorporate using my food storage into everyday meals and also how to hide it so no one knows it's there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEMON BERRY SQUEEZE: Here we had a demonstration on smoothies. It is amazing how healthy you can make these tasty drinks! You can put all sorts of fruits and vegetables into a blender and my kids would never even know this drink is good for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUCKER UP: I think this class may have been one of my favorites! We learned how to make homemade lip balm...it tasted like LEMONS! It is so inexpensive and so fun. What a fun activity to have with your kids. We also learned about being a better grocery shopper and how to use coupons to our advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the information we were giving, it was only necessary for a recipe book to be created and given out to all the sisters to refer to. In this book was all the valuable information they were taught in all the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful for my new calling. The night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a lot of hard work, but well worth it. I feel all who were there had a great time and left with several great new tips! Now, I get to start planning the next one....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;? I love this calling WAY to much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-1768097033092106118?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1768097033092106118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=1768097033092106118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1768097033092106118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1768097033092106118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/06/enrichment-night-june-2009.html' title='Enrichment Night June 2009'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sjh1ArotuyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4rU4vOxHUm0/s72-c/Enrichment+Night+June+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-613693321782806270</id><published>2009-05-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:46:36.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub A Dub Dub....Two Babies In A Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or The Kitchen Sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339910471159269826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShssSA3WScI/AAAAAAAAAas/qA5j3GPj0H8/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack Jack and Griffin in the sink taking a bath after playing in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShssRwr7C5I/AAAAAAAAAak/ovBYaTo1SGA/s1600-h/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339910466816379794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShssRwr7C5I/AAAAAAAAAak/ovBYaTo1SGA/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They smelt of sunscreen and baby sweat....yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShssRuCNaFI/AAAAAAAAAac/_-2Bq3oxOSo/s1600-h/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339910466104551506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShssRuCNaFI/AAAAAAAAAac/_-2Bq3oxOSo/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack Jack loved the sink bath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339910459863080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShssRWyIHdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fpqePznYcm8/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Griffin loved having his hands where they shouldn't be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Note in every picture were his hands are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand the fascination?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-613693321782806270?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/613693321782806270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=613693321782806270&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/613693321782806270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/613693321782806270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/rub-dub-dubtwo-babies-in-tub.html' title='Rub A Dub Dub....Two Babies In A Tub'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShssSA3WScI/AAAAAAAAAas/qA5j3GPj0H8/s72-c/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-730130268573633054</id><published>2009-05-25T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:31:55.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper Is Done With 1st Grade!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it.  My little man is growing up...it really makes me sad.  He is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' smart that he amazes me with the things he knows.  He finished the 1st grade and earned all 4's.  Which is strange I know!  They don't grade like they used to with A's, B's, C's...oh no, it is with numbers now!  So, a 3 means that you are at grade level, a 2 means you are struggling a bit, a 1 means you are really struggling and a 4 means you are ABOVE grade level.  Cooper earned 4's in every category! I am not trying to brag, but well, I guess I am!  Cooper is so smart and he makes me so proud!  When a 1st grader is done with 1st grade, they are suppose to be on a reading level of 16-18 and Cooper is on a 28!  I can't believe it, it just seems that things come so easily to him.  (I am going to have a wake up call when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; gets into school - she is like me and doesn't catch on as easy, Cooper is like Mike and well, we all know he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' smart too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cooper, I want you to know how proud I am of you.  I know you worked hard this school year and learned all that you could.  I love how you always want to learn something new and you never hold back.  You love to learn and understand the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;why's&lt;/span&gt; and how's of everything.  You may be the littlest kid in your grade, but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have one of the biggest brains!  I hope you never let you size get you down because you are an amazing little man.  You have a friendly personality and your are so gentle and kind to everyone.  You never have a mean thing to say about others and I know that is why everyone wants to be your friend.  Keep the love you have for learning and never lose that desire.  You are a smart, loving kid and I love you too Little Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-730130268573633054?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/730130268573633054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=730130268573633054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/730130268573633054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/730130268573633054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/cooper-is-done-with-1st-grade.html' title='Cooper Is Done With 1st Grade!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2802544064125545061</id><published>2009-05-25T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:33:56.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlee Graduated From Preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901083857769874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShsjvmcQ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qpngvjKMX9I/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pres&lt;/span&gt;chool! It is official...she is going to Kindergarten! HOORAY! I just wish Kindergarten was all day! Oh well....I am so proud of her. She has learned so much these past two years. Preschool has been so good to her! She has learned her letters, numbers, colors, manners, shapes, writing skills, coloring skills....everything she needs to know to go to Kindergarten! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; is with her two best little girlfriends from school - Brooklyn and Kirsten. They are such cute little friends. I just wish they were all going to the same school so the could continue their education together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901103620775842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShsjwwEIX6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/dus3DIGVR2I/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, Mrs. Summer and Kirsten. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; loved Mrs. Summer - she had a baby girl that was Griffin's age and she would come to preschool and join the kids for the day. I think there were some days that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; wanted to trade Griffin for Stella so she could have a little sister! Mrs. Summer was so cute with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; and really helped her a lot this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Shsjwgt__ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2agqvPKUP0o/s1600-h/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901099501419922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Shsjwgt__ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2agqvPKUP0o/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Kirsten, Mrs. Bowen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;. I have to say that Mrs. Bowen is the BEST preschool teacher ever! Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; both went to her school and I hope she is still teaching when Griffin is ready! She is wonderful, I know she loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; and helps her to be the best girl she can be. She is so patient yet firm and has taught my children so much...not only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;academically&lt;/span&gt; but social skills, manners, and values! Her teaching is so positive that you can see each child has amazing self esteem due to the praise and attention she gives each one! Thanks Mrs. Bowen for being such a wonderful teacher! We love you and we are going to miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShsjwU4in0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/125I4hK3hVI/s1600-h/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901096324407106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShsjwU4in0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/125I4hK3hVI/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; and Rusty! They are going to get married in the temple when they turn 25! They have it all planned out! Rusty is such a cute little boy, we are going to miss him too. They are moving to Wyoming, so I guess these two are going to have to search each other out later on in life! They are great little friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Shsjv43kCAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XbutkRKZsr4/s1600-h/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901088804112386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Shsjv43kCAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XbutkRKZsr4/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; singing "I'm Proud To Be An American." When these kids sang this song it was all I could do to hold back the tears. They sing it with such energy and pride I can't help but be proud to be an American too! I am grateful that Mrs. Bowen encourages patriotism and taught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; the Pledge of Allegiance. She even thanked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Charlee's&lt;/span&gt; Daddy for his service to this country and teared up a bit when she explained to everyone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Charlee's&lt;/span&gt; Daddy was in Iraq and he couldn't be here to see her graduate. She wanted Mike to know how much she appreciates what he is doing! I promised her that I was taking lots of pictures for him so he could see his little girl graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, we are so proud of you and your accomplishments this school year! You earned the "BEST BEHAVIOR BEE" two times this year! And for you, that says a lot! You are an active little girl who loves to be the center of attention. You are so full of energy that you draw everyone towards you and can always make them laugh and giggle. So, when you earned the "Best Behavior Bee" that means you really tried very hard to mind your manners and be polite. You are such a wonderful little girl. We love you so much and are so grateful that you are apart of our family! We wouldn't be the same without you....Our Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; Boo, We Love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2802544064125545061?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2802544064125545061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2802544064125545061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2802544064125545061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2802544064125545061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/charlee-graduated-from-pre-school.html' title='Charlee Graduated From Preschool!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShsjvmcQ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qpngvjKMX9I/s72-c/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.25.09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7771962109913368531</id><published>2009-05-17T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:50:50.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>The Star Who Was Afraid Of The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988352009603362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShDKoSvuCSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-pXltp0kdjI/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.15.09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tech Week - Dress Rehearsal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charlee had her dance recital this week. The theme for the recital was "The Star Who Was Afraid Of The Dark." It was a great recital and had a great message to share with the audience. Charlee was in "The Storm" dance and she even had her own special part. She did an amazing job and we are so proud of our little dancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShDKpKcj6wI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DGMq1lWpBjY/s1600-h/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.15.09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988366961634050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShDKpKcj6wI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DGMq1lWpBjY/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.15.09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Thunder - Dark Cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShDKowbto-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/hv8FAKr-xIY/s1600-h/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.15.09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988359978755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShDKowbto-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/hv8FAKr-xIY/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.15.09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Raining...It's Pouring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988370039682578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShDKpV6bNhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ozoz5wZ_YvE/s320/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.15.09+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlee and her dancing friend Carly!&lt;br /&gt;These two became little friends right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;It is cute to see the friendships they make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlee had a couple of "favorites" that come along with dancing. She loves to dress up and wear the fun makeup, but I think she loves being on the stage the most! She was so excited to dance in front of an audience she could hardly contain herself. I love that she is fearless and so confident in herself. I hope she keeps that confidence throughout her life, she knows who she is and she is proud of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7771962109913368531?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7771962109913368531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7771962109913368531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7771962109913368531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7771962109913368531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-who-was-afraid-of-dark.html' title='The Star Who Was Afraid Of The Dark'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ShDKoSvuCSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-pXltp0kdjI/s72-c/Charlee+Dance+Recital+5.15.09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-7574431253657358992</id><published>2009-05-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:01:15.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coopers First BASEBALL Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgoyrSPZjoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z_4IQneH__A/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+5.13.09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335132427785965186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgoyrSPZjoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z_4IQneH__A/s320/Unload+Camera+5.13.09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooper decided he wanted to play baseball this year! After much hesitation on my part...mainly because I would have to admit that my boy is getting older and therefore I am too, I signed him up for the Rec Team here. They had their first game today and it was hysterical! Most of the kids just stand there in a daze in their own little world...until they got hit right in the head with the ball! Cooper did great, he was the pitcher (the coach actually pitches) the first inning and then played center field the second inning. Cooper hit both times he was up to bat and made it home each time! It was so fun to watch his team play and I am happy that he is growing up into such a fine little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335132427748011378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgoyrSGWbXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b3SzEo5gPJU/s320/Unload+Camera+5.13.09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper hitting the ball like a pro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335132441697944290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgoysGERguI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ryfB4vXQ4xM/s320/Unload+Camera+5.13.09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hanging out on 1st base. Seems like he is quite relaxed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335132435874199170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgoyrwXyNoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YWeFz4CX-9o/s320/Unload+Camera+5.13.09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coop making it home...he was pretty excited about that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-7574431253657358992?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7574431253657358992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=7574431253657358992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7574431253657358992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/7574431253657358992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/coopers-first-baseball-game.html' title='Coopers First BASEBALL Game'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgoyrSPZjoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z_4IQneH__A/s72-c/Unload+Camera+5.13.09+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4554907398999350635</id><published>2009-05-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:49:40.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DoN't MiNd Me, I aM JusT ReShaPinG My HeAd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334730463878974642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgjFF5_2DLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6CklSeumELY/s320/helmet12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELMET &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;headed Griffin just got his new P.A.P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Orthosis&lt;/span&gt; Cranial Remolding Device! He is taking to his helmet very well and doesn't seem to mind it at all! This picture was taken right after they fitted him at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fit-Well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orthotic Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334730469836123922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgjFGQMI7xI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6ZrpdnbrPdQ/s320/Unload+Camera+5.11.09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just like any other day, hanging out with his mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the best picture of his mama, but oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgjFGHsEs2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/af7HPImAbqg/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+5.11.09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334730467554145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgjFGHsEs2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/af7HPImAbqg/s320/Unload+Camera+5.11.09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Griffin has been able to move around, nap, roll over, etc. with his helmet. It doesn't seem to bother him in the least bit! I only hope that he will sleep well tonight because heaven only knows I wouldn't be able to sleep with that thing on my head! More info to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4554907398999350635?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4554907398999350635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4554907398999350635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4554907398999350635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4554907398999350635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-mind-me-i-am-just-reshaping-my.html' title='DoN&apos;t MiNd Me, I aM JusT ReShaPinG My HeAd!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgjFF5_2DLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6CklSeumELY/s72-c/helmet12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2613066487624221607</id><published>2009-05-08T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:08:37.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Woke Up To This Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgRKIERjN5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ioS-ZB_zO8Q/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+5.8.09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333469361160271762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgRKIERjN5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ioS-ZB_zO8Q/s320/Unload+Camera+5.8.09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; tip toes into my room and tells me Griffin is awake.  I told her I could hear him and rolled over.  Griffin was just talking to himself so I was going to let him be for a few more minutes!  After several minutes I heard Cooper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; and Griffin talking and giggling.  I walked into Griffins room and this is what I found!  It sure makes me happy to have happy kiddos in the morning!  And, I love that Cooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; love to play with Griffin and can make him smile!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2613066487624221607?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2613066487624221607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2613066487624221607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2613066487624221607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2613066487624221607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-woke-up-to-this-morning.html' title='What I Woke Up To This Morning'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SgRKIERjN5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ioS-ZB_zO8Q/s72-c/Unload+Camera+5.8.09+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-9014844389641173601</id><published>2009-04-28T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:17:28.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brachycephaly...AKA...Flat Head Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329903191479141394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sfeetq9VxBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wrPuNBlQ6lc/s320/Unload+Camera+4.24.09+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Saga of Griffin's Head Begins......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329903194900184930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sfeet3s-v2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/xq98GV8TnVM/s320/Unload+Camera+4.24.09+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329903200773115410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SfeeuNlMjhI/AAAAAAAAAX0/hHlBDbo1V78/s320/Griffin+Helmet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Griffin Getting His Head Casted/Molded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is that not the cutest sad face you have ever seen? Griffin was such a good boy throughout this procedure. He stared at the doctor for a while then when he realized it wasn't coming off soon, he started to get mad. He only had to wear the plaster for about 10 minutes, but that was long enough for him! Once the doctor took it off he was happy and smiling all over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Griffin will get his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELMET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in about two weeks! We are so excited to finally get it so we can start the process of reshaping his head! Within a matter of months he will have a normal round head again! I will be posting more pictures of Griffin with his helmet and documenting his progress for those of you interested in this small journey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need some cute and unique ideas to decorate his helmet! So, if you have anything fun please leave a comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-9014844389641173601?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/9014844389641173601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=9014844389641173601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9014844389641173601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/9014844389641173601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/04/brachycephalyakaflat-head-syndrome.html' title='Brachycephaly...AKA...Flat Head Syndrome'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Sfeetq9VxBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wrPuNBlQ6lc/s72-c/Unload+Camera+4.24.09+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5097802388425880237</id><published>2009-04-22T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:28:12.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Se8pFjtrbnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iuBS-DG-PoY/s1600-h/Mexican+Riviera+2009+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327522059665501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Se8pFjtrbnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iuBS-DG-PoY/s320/Mexican+Riviera+2009+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I know where you are is not where you would like to be celebrating your birthday, but we are thinking about you and miss you! Have a great day and remember how much WE LOVE YOU! We made cupcakes in your honor...they were yummy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5097802388425880237?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5097802388425880237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5097802388425880237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5097802388425880237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5097802388425880237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-mike.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/Se8pFjtrbnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/iuBS-DG-PoY/s72-c/Mexican+Riviera+2009+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3024917778868815695</id><published>2009-04-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:47:33.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Of A Shopping Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SekwOYSPa_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/k7M5gJSfeNA/s1600-h/gymboree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325841057937583090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SekwOYSPa_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/k7M5gJSfeNA/s320/gymboree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gymbuck&lt;/span&gt; Redemption Time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GYMBOREE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Really Is A Problem......!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had such a fun day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shaunna&lt;/span&gt; and I (along with Griffin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brody) went to Vegas to shop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt;. We both had $$$ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GYMBUCKS&lt;/span&gt; $$$ to use and boy did we use them...ALL! I got Cooper, Griffin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt; so many cute summer outfits. I don't know why but shopping really puts me in a good mood! Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shaunna&lt;/span&gt; for spending the day with me! We will need to play our next trip to Vegas when it is time to EARN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gymbucks&lt;/span&gt;! Earn, Spend, Earn, Spend.....It's A Vicious Cycle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3024917778868815695?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3024917778868815695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3024917778868815695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3024917778868815695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3024917778868815695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-what-you-would-call-ashopping.html' title='A Little Bit Of A Shopping Problem'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SekwOYSPa_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/k7M5gJSfeNA/s72-c/gymboree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-2683090808949933700</id><published>2009-04-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:58:48.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cooper Is Hysterical!!!</title><content type='html'>So, leave it to Cooper to have me and all the Target shoppers laughing!  The other day we were wandering around Target - yeah we live a pretty crazy life!  Through our wanderings, we ended up near the electronics!  Cooper shouts with excitement...."Mom, new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; games!"  I smiled with forced excitement and said "Yep!  Keep walking son!"  Oh, but no...Cooper is not done!  He shouts as loud as possible...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, when do I need to make my Easter List?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled and said "Cooper, I all ready told you, Easter is NOT like Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, several shoppers heard this conversation and could not hold in their laughter!  Cooper, you are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute!  I love how excited he gets and always has something clever to say that makes me smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-2683090808949933700?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2683090808949933700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=2683090808949933700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2683090808949933700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/2683090808949933700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-cooper-is-hysterical.html' title='My Cooper Is Hysterical!!!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-1563744138966384834</id><published>2009-04-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:09:50.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quail Ridge Ward - Enrichment Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137683578560&amp;amp;site=widget-c0.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137683578560&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p1/3170534137683578560/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137683578560&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p2/3170534137683578560/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137683578560&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p4/3170534137683578560/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am on the Enrichment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt; in my ward and we had a great evening last month!  The night was filled with information on how to "BEE" Prepared!  And, not just in food storage...but in all aspects of life.  We had a great time and a great turn out!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We celebrated the Relief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Societies&lt;/span&gt; Birthday with a fabulous dinner and dessert.  Of course we had HONEY baked ham, potatoes, salad, and rolls!  For dessert we had yummy chocolate cupcakes!  Tables were set up around the room with all types of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; information.  I liked the idea of being able to go to the tables that interested you and pick up the information needed to be better prepared!  The slide show shows all the different tables full of info!  And, I have to add that the decorations for the evening were the best!  The entire room was decked out in bees and spring flowers!  It was so cute and so fun!  I hope the women of our ward had a great time because I loved "BEE"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; apart of this activity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-1563744138966384834?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1563744138966384834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=1563744138966384834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1563744138966384834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/1563744138966384834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/04/quail-ridge-ward-enrichment-night.html' title='Quail Ridge Ward - Enrichment Night'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-4926428065441331882</id><published>2009-03-23T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:24:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper, Where Is Charlee?</title><content type='html'>The other night I kept asking Cooper to please go find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;, I needed to talk to her. He would come back and say "I can't find her mom." I would then tell him to go look a little harder, our house is not that big! After several minutes, he never returned. So I went looking for both of them. I found Cooper in the living room watching T.V. and asked him once again where is sister was at. He smiled at me and pointed to my feet. I looked down and low and behold.....there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlee&lt;/span&gt;. She was completely wrapped up in the blanket and sound asleep. I practically stepped on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316604287419296146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchfbkryKZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ix8-9Mes71g/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If you look really close you can see part of her head and hand sticking out of the blankets! Poor tired little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-4926428065441331882?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4926428065441331882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=4926428065441331882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4926428065441331882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/4926428065441331882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-where-is-charlee.html' title='Cooper, Where Is Charlee?'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchfbkryKZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ix8-9Mes71g/s72-c/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-5537155739341128756</id><published>2009-03-23T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:24:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up So Fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ScheS3rxAeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aJQlkx3xd4E/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ScheSNq8JNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iDZXcQdj9mc/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316603027111290066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ScheSNq8JNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iDZXcQdj9mc/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack Jack &amp;amp; Griffie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe how fast they are growing. It seems like only yesterday they were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now they are sitting up and fighting over toys! Adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-5537155739341128756?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5537155739341128756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=5537155739341128756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5537155739341128756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/5537155739341128756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up-so-fast.html' title='Growing Up So Fast!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/ScheSNq8JNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iDZXcQdj9mc/s72-c/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3787774378019988047</id><published>2009-03-23T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:05:54.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least They Are In The Backyard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchY01gb0JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tbj5LFYzt80/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316597024850432146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchY01gb0JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tbj5LFYzt80/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. I am not sure if Charlee is spanking her own hiney or if this is one of her new dance moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchY0D_LcWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QIrBRiCjzBs/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316597011557609826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchY0D_LcWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QIrBRiCjzBs/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Explanation.....? Well, they were in clothes at one point and time but since they got them all wet, why not just strip down to your undies and have mud plastered to your butt? All the while, talking to your friends on the other side of the fence! Poor little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scoti&lt;/span&gt;, they left her dressed in her wet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jammie's&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, you just gotta love the warm weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322436544617345543-3787774378019988047?l=mjccmcrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3787774378019988047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322436544617345543&amp;postID=3787774378019988047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3787774378019988047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322436544617345543/posts/default/3787774378019988047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjccmcrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-least-they-are-in-backyard.html' title='At Least They Are In The Backyard!'/><author><name>Julie the Cupcake Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326314387085015746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/TQQzKQ0n1zI/AAAAAAAABSI/0iwMo1GQDKw/S220/Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchY01gb0JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tbj5LFYzt80/s72-c/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322436544617345543.post-3166194262549119345</id><published>2009-03-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:46:25.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Build A Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVOR2XMYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sYxqVGZAg5I/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316593063908815234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVOR2XMYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sYxqVGZAg5I/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I did it. I finally gave in and took my kids to "Build A Bear." Mike and I decided to let each one of the kids make a bear that they will be able to use when they need a hug from Daddy. So, Tammie and I planned a surprise trip to Vegas and let the kids go semi-wild in the store. I had to give the kids a price limit (my gosh you could go broke in that store!) and let them build a bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVOLZKNQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9PBOs1iGigM/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316593062175716610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVOLZKNQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9PBOs1iGigM/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they all are (you can't see Griffin, but he is there too) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BEARY&lt;/span&gt; proud of the bears they built! They insisted on having them in the "HOUSE" and so I insisted that they carry their OWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVN4Cu8fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cqZGIIkrHoY/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316593056981381618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVN4Cu8fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cqZGIIkrHoY/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think they had way to much fun in this place. They are all ready asking me when they can go back and do it again. I feel sad in a way that I haven't done this for them sooner. Who ever knew you could dress up a bear so many different ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVNkrI0QI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vyRESqlo3Mw/s1600-h/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316593051782140162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rabKGbJaLY/SchVNkrI0QI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vyRESqlo3Mw/s320/Unload+Camera+3.23.09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Griffin man with is little Army Bear. I make sure he gives this bear loves every night and tell him it is his Daddy giving him loves! We also made Mike a bear to send to him. The kids recorded their voices so it will tell Mike how much they love him and miss him. So, when he gets sad and lonely he will have a bear
