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			<title>First Day </title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Today begins the next 18 years of school for the twins. That&#039;s what Auntie Staci tells the boys, &quot;You have 18 more years of school!&quot; Graduate school isn&#039;t an option around here (ha!), so you can see why today was an especially important day. <br /><br />Kindergarten. Wow.<br /><br />It was certainly a group effort. Grammy is not only keeping the boys in check, but me as well. She lays out clothes, makes lunches, picks up and drops off---all with a lot of love. <br /><br />Auntie snapped pictures and we were off. <br /><br />When we got there, the boys found their names painted on a sign outside their classroom doors. They felt welcome immediately. When their teachers opened their doors, they found their name tags and smiled a reassuring smile; they knew they were supposed to be there.<br /><br />Kellen got into his classroom and sat at attention immediately, ready to learn. Grant got into his classroom, tapped his fingers on the table and looked around in cool motion, just taking it all in.<br /><br />After school they were thrilled. They loved it and wanted to go back. A good day. ---SM  <br /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday15.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday07.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday08.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday09.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday10.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday11.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday12.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday13.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday16.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday18.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday19.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday20.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday21.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-15-firstday22.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 22:26:26 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Happy Birthday</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[My Dad and sister took the boys camping for the weekend, so I had a few days all to myself---the first time in a long time. It coincided with Justin&#039;s birthday, where I spent the day at the Oakland Temple celebrating our friend and babysitter&#039;s wedding. She was married in the same sealing room that Justin and I were. <br /><br />The temple is a good place to be and visit often---surrounded by good friends and a little piece of heaven. Married people often say that they are able to silently &quot;renew their vows&quot; whenever they attend weddings subsequent to their own, and today I was able to reflect on a really good run at being married. I am grateful for that. <br /><br />Happy Birthday, Justin! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-13-temple02.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-13_temple01.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 21:57:26 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Please, No Running</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[This is the reason why you don&#039;t run around the pool. But seriously, is there a kid out there who obeys that rule? <br /><br />Kellen was a champ when he went splat; and so were the teenaged life guards who carried him out to the car; and so was our dentist, who met us at her office at 7:30 p.m. so that we didn&#039;t have to take a trip to the E.R. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-09-splat02.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 05:48:42 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Summer Watermelon </title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m learning to like watermelon this summer for the first time in my life. I don&#039;t know why, but it has always tasted like a not-so-flavorful-water to me. Since I&#039;ve been pregnant, though, my thirst can hardly be quenched, so that bright red fruit---especially when chilled, becomes more tempting to me with each wedge that I slice for my kids. Kellen can&#039;t refuse it. He will eat it as though it were a bowlful of candy. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-08-watermelon01.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-08-watermelon02.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-08-watermelon03.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 03:36:43 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Beach House</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[We spent the weekend with the Sheffields at their family&#039;s beach house, just steps away from the ocean and across the street from the Santa Cruz harbor. Wow, what a view! I have been trying to figure out how I can swing buying a house in Santa Cruz and living there for the rest of my life. After all, it would mean I&#039;d be living a permanent vacation, right?<br /><br />Well, probably not. So I&#039;ll settle for a get-away every so often with friends and family!<br /><br />Matt and Kate packed a lot into a little bit of time, from early-morning walks on the beach and roasting s&#039;mores to lighthouse walkabouts and restaurant visits---all with six kids in tow. It was a beautiful thing, especially when I got to put my feet up and just enjoy the beach and the view. Couldn&#039;t have been more perfect. ---SM<br /><br /><b>At the Beach</b><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz14.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz13.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz15.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz16.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><b>Around Santa Cruz</b><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz01.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz02.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz03.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz04.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz05.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz07.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz08.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz09.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz10.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-08-07_santacruz11.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 23:15:38 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>ET Phone Home</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[See if you can find in this picture:<br /><br />1. Lennox<br />2. Lennox holding an action figure of the Book of Mormon prophet, Moroni <br />3. A giant stuffed dog<br />4. The Australian Monkey throw (nice, Danielle!)<br /><br />Lennox sleeps with so many objects in his bed, and usually in his hands, too, that every night gives me something to smile about before I go to sleep. That is one of heaven&#039;s little gifts to parents (and aunts, like Staci, who took this picture). ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-28_lc-bed.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 05:02:32 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Sneak Peek</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Some of the fabrics and decor making their way into baby girl&#039;s room are of the light pink and black variety. They&#039;re not all done yet, so I can&#039;t take pictures of the entire ensemble, but they are pretty fabulous already. <br /><br />I have to say that one of my favorite things a few weeks ago was when Michelle called me and said, &quot;Do you want to go fabric shopping?&quot; We planned a date and when it came I was like a kid in a candy shop. I have dreamed of designing my own nursery instead of buying what was available at the store, but never had the sewing skills. I got to walk around three fabric stores and pick out whatever I wanted. Even if I wasn&#039;t sure, Michelle said, &quot;Just put it in the basket and we&#039;ll look at it when we&#039;re all through and then decide.&quot; And that&#039;s what we did. She has the patience of Job and the sewing skills of Charlotte (from Charlotte&#039;s Web---magnificent!). Can&#039;t wait to show off the room when it&#039;s done! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-25-nursery01.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-25-nursery02.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-25-nursery03.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-25-nursery04.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-25-nursery05.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-25-nursery06.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 14:52:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Woman, the Pioneer</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[In college, I danced in an epic piece called &quot;<a href="http://mormonlit.byu.edu/lit_work.php?w_id=20957" target="_blank" >Woman, the Pioneer</a>.&quot; The dance highlighted women on the trek headed West toward Salt Lake City. We wore heavy-fabrics and long- sleeved and skirted dresses, and a few of the highlighted women were those who had lost everything---their babies, their husbands, their crops, in the name of making a better life for themselves without religious persecution. I always felt like that time period we represented on stage was an important one but was somehow far removed from my own life.<br /><br />Today, on the 24th of July, in the LDS culture, we celebrate those women and men with the memorial called Pioneer Day, and although I didn&#039;t plan it this way, I ended up wearing a long(er)- sleeved and skirted dress (even though it was mostly vanity to cover my swollen (c)ankles!), and I find myself pregnant without my husband, as did many of the women so long ago. I think of my great-great grandmother who, after suffering extreme frost bite from walking the across hundreds of miles of plains in the winter, lost her legs as a little girl and then bore more than a dozen children. I get strength from her story and my heritage in a way now that I never did growing up and listening to my grandmother tell the story. <br /><br />I also noted in Relief Society at church today that on the request to update our family information, I was listed as &quot;head of household,&quot; which was strange to me when most of the other entries listed the father or priesthood holder. Little things like that are not necessarily painful---I mean, I am fine with that title---but they are real reminders that my husband is really gone, and I miss him. <br /><br />I guess that makes me a pioneer of the modern age. I am driving an analogous family wagon and heading my team, and I get to do it with the support of lots of family and friends along the way.  I am grateful for the knowledge I have, especially on this Pioneer Day, that I am doing a work on this earth that expands to greater realms than just what exists in mortality and that I will understand it all one day and it will all make sense. <br /><br />I know the Pioneers felt the same way. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-24-pioneerday.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2011 20:32:11 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Brown Line</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[The boy who fell asleep on the CTA Brown Line. (Amanda was on the &quot;right track&quot; when she picked those up!) ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-22-train.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 06:20:59 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Boy to Girl</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[We&#039;ve been on the move converting the beloved blue nursery from boy to girl-style. Michelle has been busy creating the most amazing nursery bedding and curtains around. My dad got out the big ladder, and he and the boys climbed atop the closet just for fun. I think we&#039;re all getting excited!!! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-17-nursery02.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-17-nursery01.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 09:15:39 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>After Church</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I don&#039;t know why I like to take pics after church. Maybe it&#039;s because everyone&#039;s a little more relaxed, we can hang out for the rest of the day, and those boys are just as cute as they come! Ha! (That one was for Ms. Fun Size---tell me how cute my kids are!?!) ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-17_afterchurch.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-17_afterchurch03.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-17_afterchurch04.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-17_afterchurch05.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-17_afterchurch02.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br />[Above: This one was a shot Grant took. Notice in most of these, my head is always chopped off. I guess that&#039;s a good thing since he&#039;s really focusing in on the baby bump!]]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 09:00:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Axe-Wielder</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Look dangerous? Yep, that&#039;s what I said. But my dad insisted it was alright, and it turned out to be. I kept thinking of all the stories my dad used to tell me about his grandpa dragging him out to work the walnut orchards and cutting down trees with an axe. It wasn&#039;t exactly glamorous for my dad then, but for Grant, it was like all of his boy wishes just came true. <br /><br />Goodbye, broken chair. You will now be small enough to fit in our tiny garbage can. You served us well. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-16-axe.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 22:54:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Friends</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Friends, ice cream, and bare feet. The way it should be.<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-14_kids.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 05:50:20 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Sweet Summer</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[These summer days we have tried to keep on the down-low. We have no big plans except to go to the pool every day, where the boys this week are finishing up swim team practices. They have come a long way from their first meet---they love it, have received ribbons for best times and heat winners, and just look darn cute in their goggles and trunks.<br /><br />We also spend time at home. We have backyard picnics, read lots of books, and try to soak in the lazy summer days that let us spend our time however we choose. It really doesn&#039;t get any better. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim02.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim03.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim01.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim04.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim05.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim06.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim07.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim08.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim09.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim10.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim011.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-13-swim012.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 04:41:03 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Big as a Bowling Ball!</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Went bowling today for Carson&#039;s birthday. Between the six boys in our two families, there was enough testosterone in our two lanes to knock over a few hundred pins! Still, there was a single ball of estrogen growing big enough to be the bowling ball herself! <br /><br />Grow, baby, grow! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-07-bowling02.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-07-bowling01.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-07-bowling03.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br />]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 02:04:53 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Let Freedom Ring</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[There are many reasons to be serious for a photo, but in honor of Independence Day, we thought we&#039;d show a little independence, already, especially after posing in front of a camera in the early-afternoon heat! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-04_independence01.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-04_independence05.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-04_independence06.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-04_independence02.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-04_independence03.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-04_independence04.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br />]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 20:51:20 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Cars 2</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Thank you, M and Q! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-01_cars02.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-07-01_cars01.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 06:58:45 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Reunion</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[We got together at my parents&#039; house this weekend and had a mini-reunion with a few of our cousins we hadn&#039;t seen in a while, and some we hadn&#039;t met. Kellen is becoming proficient at hotdog roasting and the rest of us were just, well, roasting! Thank goodness for outdoor spray misters! ---SM<br /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-26-reunion07.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-26-reunion01.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-26-reunion02.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-26-reunion03.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-26-reunion05.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-26-reunion04.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-26-reunion06.jpg" width="427" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 07:46:13 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Floating</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Floating through Palm Springs...thank you, ladies, I needed that. And that amazing home-made bread, veggie sandwich, pastrami sandwich, goggles, direct flight, foot rubs, essential oils, grocery-store-hopping for the perfect desserts, dvd cables, fruit galore, and hair dye...hee...hee... ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-06-11-floating.jpg" width="484" height="206" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 08:13:50 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Seattle</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Took a quick Memorial Day weekend trip with my cousins to Seattle and we ate our way through downtown. Let me see...squeezed fruit juice, sticky buns, gourmet french toast, the-world&#039;s-best-quiche, honey-tasting, fish &#039;n&#039; chips, &quot;homemade cheese&quot; grilled sandwiches, pumpkin cookies, fresh crab, Seattle salmon, hmmm...am I forgetting anything? Oh, yeah, popcorn at the movies and watching Thor, of course. <br /><br />We talked for nearly three days straight and walked and water-taxied, and ferry-boated, and space-needled, and watched the boat locks,  and just had a blast. When I hear the expression &quot;families are forever,&quot; that&#039;s what I know to be true in so many ways, including with my extended family. We&#039;ve never gotten away as adults before and yet it was like no time had passed since our childhood. (Thank you the three J&#039;s for setting this all up.)---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-05-31_seattle07.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />[Above: In front of a giant pink bush that reminded us of Grandma Smith]<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-05-31_seattle06.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />[Above: Steph, Julie, and Pammi in front of Pike&#039;s Place]<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-05-31_seattle05.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />[Above: Steph and Pammi atop the Space Needle]<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-05-31_seattle04.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />[Above: In front of The Pink Door, restaurant, which looked a bit peachy to be honest]<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-05-31_seattle03.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />[Above: &quot;Love &amp; Loss&quot; by Roy McMakin--- an art installment at the Olympic Sculpture Park that had me quite moved. It&#039;s not just a work to see, but to interact with, as in life. You can sit at the benches and tables. It&#039;s really gorgeous.]<br /><br /><img src="images/2011-05-31_seattle02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />[Above: Steph and Julie at the Olympic Sculpture Park]]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 08:10:11 GMT</pubDate>
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