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			<title>Kinders</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[At the twins&#039; school, kindergarteners are referred to as &quot;kinders.&quot; I love that for some reason; maybe it is because shortening the word, like shortening a name, endears the kinder to me. I have two beautiful kinders. Has a ring to it, right?<br /><br />Anyway, today I got to attend a special award ceremony for Kellen (who was sitting across the room and I couldn&#039;t get a clear picture of him), but I got this perfect shot of Grant sitting at attention. Once a month, all of the kinder classes get together to celebrate four students from each class. It is a great way for the kids to look forward to achievement, a great way to recognize the goodness they do, and just great for me, as a parent, to take in the energy of all of those cute 5- and 6-year-olds together in one room. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-28-kindergarten.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 18:45:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Little Sister</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Little sister, quite literally pint-size. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-23-jj03.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-23-jj01.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-23-jj02.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 05:36:18 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>5 Months</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 05:18:20 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Beach Day</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<img src="images/2012-02-21-beachday01.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: At Capitola beach with friends. <br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-21-beachday02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Ice cream treats after a sandy day.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 05:12:10 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Happy President&#039;s Day Weekend</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<img src="images/2012-02-17-presidentsday01.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Lennox as George Washington (with the hat he made at preschool today. He told me all about chopping the cherry tree, not telling a lie, and the general of the army. Nice teaching moment, Miss Chris!)<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-17-presidentsday02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: After school with sister.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 21:19:52 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>My Four Valentines</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Valentine&#039;s Day started the Friday before the big day when I set out three bowls of candy at the kitchen table and asked the boys to fill out all of their own Star Wars Valentines. They were thrilled. Lennox traced hearts that I made for him, and the twins followed their class lists and wrote out their classmates&#039; names. They loved that they didn&#039;t even have to ask if they could have the candy in the bowls. They just took what they liked. The twins also hand-picked which friend received which valentine and coordinating sticker---only a few lucky recipients got warrior and bounty hunter Boba Fett. <br /><br />And the candy loot they gathered during their Monday and Tuesday Valentine Day parties? Tantamount to Halloween! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine01.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Kellen, after school with his V-Day headband on. Each heart has the name of a classmate on it.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine06.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Kellen and his classmates after school.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine05.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Could there be a cuter baby valentine in a red velvet outfit, a red rosette bracelet, and a white crocheted hat?!<br /> <br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Auntie Staci and tiny baby.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine03.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: All of my little valentines.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine04.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine010.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: A giant V-Day package we got in the mail.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine07.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: The valentine holders Lennox made to collect his booty.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine08.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: A V-Day party with our church group.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-14-valentine09.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: My sink full of valentine breakfast dishes---red eggs, red pancakes, and red watermelon. When K saw the eggs, he shook his head and said, &quot;No me gusto estos juevos.&quot; I laughed. Then L said, &quot;Eeeeewww. I don&#039;t want these pancakes.&quot; Grant was go with the flow until I told him I packed his classroom Valentine gifts in his backpack.<br /><br />&quot;What is it, Mom?&quot; he asked.<br />&quot;Playdough and lollipops,&quot; Kellen answered.<br />&quot;Oh Mom. I don&#039;t like that at all!&quot; Grant moaned, and he fell to the floor in despair.<br /><br />Happy Valentine&#039;s Day!]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 00:50:56 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Happy Birthday Auntie</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<img src="images/2012-02-12-birthday06.jpg" width="484" height="384" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-12-birthday03.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-12-birthday01.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Staci, Teresa, and I went out to Ethiopian food for birthday dinner. <br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-12-birthday02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: More Ethiopian food.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-12-happybirthday05.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Auntie and tiny baby.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-12-birthday04.jpg" width="484" height="404" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Happy Birthday, Sister! (writing by Kellen)<br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 01:29:32 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Lunch with Grammy</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 06:40:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Tiny Dancer</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 01:40:20 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>5 Fab Meals with a Rotisserie Chicken</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I love Costco rotisserie chickens. <br /><br />I can&#039;t think of a less expensive way to make a $5 chicken last for several meals. I kind of make it a habit to pick up a chicken when I&#039;m shopping because even if I don&#039;t have it for dinner that same night, it&#039;s ready for lunch the next day.<br /><br />The key, I&#039;ve learned [thanks to other friends who understand the value of the Costco chicken (!)], is to shred the clucker as soon as you get it home and while it is still hot. Put it in a container in the fridge, and then it&#039;s ready to use for the next few days. <br /><br />My 5 Fab Meals include:<br /><br />5. Chicken soup<br />4. Chicken enchiladas<br />3. Chicken salad sandwiches<br />2. Cobb salad<br />1. Chicken mole<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-08-dinner.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Tonight&#039;s dinner: cobb salad. With rotisserie chicken!]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 01:45:06 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Hanging Out</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<img src="images/2012-02-07-hanging01.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Just hanging out.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-07-hanging02.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Because it used to be his crib and because he just likes getting in there with her.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 02:49:25 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Tooth Out</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Grant worked on losing his bottom tooth for a solid half hour while Kellen, Lennox, Staci, and I cheered him on. Unbelievably, I got it on video in real time! He was so excited. His favorite part about the whole experience is a toss up between being able to put a straw in between the teeth that remain and really looking like a pirate. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-05-tooth01.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-05-tooth02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-05-tooth03.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 04:37:56 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>After Church: JJ 5 Months</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<img src="images/2012-02-05-afterchurch01.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-05-afterchurch02.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-05-afterchurch03.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-02-05-afterchurch04.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 05:12:05 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Caughtcha!</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[We went to a pinata party today and the really little ones picked up their candies and disappeared. I didn&#039;t see them on the playground. I didn&#039;t see them at the cake table. But when I took a peek down the hill at the picnic area, there they sat, combing delightfully through their bags of candy and popping as much as they could into their mouths---without their moms looking at them. <br /><br />When I called out their names, they looked up at me in disbelief---they had been caught. But when they realized they weren&#039;t in trouble, they just laughed that infectious preschooler laugh, and I snapped a picture. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-31-caught.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:43:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Older</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[My family and friends helped me celebrate my birthday this year, and while 36 has never sounded like a monumental year, I believe this one is. <br /><br />35 was a whirlwind for obvious reasons, but this year marked a strange realization: I am physically older than Justin. When he was alive, he was about six months older than me, but now he stays the same age in my mind, in pictures, in life. Surreal.  <br /><br />Still, it is a happy birthday. I am grateful for so many things in my life, including the 36 individual candles the boys insisted we light aflame atop my cake. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-28-birthday.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-28-birthday02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-28-birthday03.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-28-birthday06.jpg" width="484" height="323" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: With Justin at my birthday celebration last year, when we were both 35. ]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 06:03:34 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Thank You</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I cannot begin to describe the kind of support I have received from my friends. I have had so many thoughts and prayers and gifts and emails and phone calls and hours of babysitting and photographs and food and flowers and books and time offered up on my behalf in an effort to assuage my pain, lighten my load, and offer love to me. <br /><br />I am so richly blessed to have the kind of people in my life that have allowed me to be me. And I have figured out a lot about myself in this last 10 months. I know like I&#039;ve never known before what it means to have a bad day or better yet to have multiple moments of frustration within a perfectly good day. I know that small disappointments are only as big as I allow them to be, and that most of the time people are good at heart. I have learned that it&#039;s OK to cry in the middle of Costco just because I feel like it, and it doesn&#039;t matter that a friend sees me and offers a hug or that another friend calls me right in the middle of it. It has been my friends who leave a message and don&#039;t worry if I don&#039;t call them back right away. Also among my friends are those who have given me a pass for not writing a thank you note for the gifts they have given, in all their varieties. I have so appreciated that. My family are my friends, too. My friends have been my family. <br /><br />Thank you. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-27-brooke02.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: My long-time friend Brooke, who flew out to check on me for a long weekend visit.<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-27-brooke01.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Brooke and tiny baby, after baby&#039;s bath.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 06:54:11 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>My Backyard</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[About a mile from my house is a glorious mountain range that hosts a variety of trails. This winter has been so mild that I have been able to hike here with short sleeves and full sun. I have often said that Heavenly Father has made this winter particularly beautiful just to show me that the figurative and literal winter seasons don&#039;t have to be unbearable; beauty resides here, too. <br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-27-hiking.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 07:57:34 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>iPad o&#039; Mine</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[The iPad is my family&#039;s best and worst friend. It is the coveted &quot;toy&quot; at all times and almost always has three little heads peering over its small frame. Fortunately, it holds the boys&#039; attention when I need to feed Johnna in the car, sleep a little longer in the mornings, and just need some quiet time. It also makes for a lot of whining, &quot;it&#039;s not fair,&quot; statements, and boogers on the screen. (Yuck, I know.)<br /><br />But the smurf village is impressive. I wish you could see our crops. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-25-ipad01.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: L plays the iPad in his car seat. <br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-25-ipad02.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /><br />Above: Maybe it has been too long at this point. Time to turn that thing off!]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 02:05:40 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Baby Toile</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Aunt L just sent this outfit that actually matches JJ&#039;s nursery. Black and white toile with pink accents: a little bit of heaven! ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-24-babytoile.jpg" width="484" height="363" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:14:25 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>After Church</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I can&#039;t help it. I love baby girl accessories, and so do all of my friends who have helped me doll up my baby girl. As it is, JJ&#039;s pediatrician asks me every time I go in, &quot;I see you haven&#039;t pierced her ears yet.&quot; I know. I know. I&#039;m behind already.<br /><br />Brett---could you make bracelets (or barrettes) that get any cuter? Seriously. Gorgeous. ---SM<br /><br /><img src="images/2012-01-22-after_church.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" />]]></description>
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			<author>Stephanie Marcucci</author>
			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 22:17:58 GMT</pubDate>
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