<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 12:18:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>21</category><category>Deers</category><category>I love weddings</category><category>Jackie Chan</category><category>Kaitlyn</category><category>Kubla Khan</category><category>Leonardo</category><category>Liam</category><category>Never drive angry</category><category>Petey</category><category>Phil</category><category>Pumpkin pie</category><category>Seal with taste for human flesh?</category><category>Why does it keep doing that?</category><category>Zsa Zsa Gabor</category><category>a month late but still true</category><category>anniversaries</category><category>baby</category><category>belated halloween. zombie killa II</category><category>blue corduroy</category><category>both have antlers (?)</category><category>bounty</category><category>brian eno</category><category>burp cloth</category><category>chairs</category><category>chubby legs</category><category>cowboys</category><category>dangerfield</category><category>delicious</category><category>disdain for physical contact</category><category>don&#39;t mind the smear on my bathroom mirror</category><category>don&#39;t worry</category><category>double-wides</category><category>dreams</category><category>drinks all around</category><category>eggplants</category><category>elementary</category><category>elvis</category><category>exclamation exclamation exclamation</category><category>flowers</category><category>footwear</category><category>gender neutral</category><category>grass stains</category><category>grateful for pictures</category><category>haha</category><category>hiccups</category><category>hungry caterpillar</category><category>ice cream</category><category>inflatable guitars</category><category>jamboree</category><category>kumquat</category><category>leonardoodle</category><category>locomotives</category><category>major Creedo update</category><category>man cub</category><category>maria...? maria...? maria...?</category><category>muscle beach</category><category>nesting</category><category>one dimple</category><category>pacifier controversy</category><category>please say ma-ma?</category><category>please?</category><category>popcorn</category><category>proposal</category><category>raccoon pajamas</category><category>rice krispies</category><category>safari suit</category><category>scooters</category><category>seven week twinsies</category><category>shaky bridge</category><category>short running shorts</category><category>skating parties</category><category>steve&#39;s GQ pose</category><category>swimming in circles</category><category>teddy grahams</category><category>the 2011 SnM awards are forthcoming</category><category>the babe</category><category>the real point</category><category>three weeks old</category><category>tigger is made of rubber too</category><category>tight shirts</category><category>tough guys don&#39;t wear clothes</category><category>vest-swalloing mothers</category><category>waaaay too long post</category><category>waffles</category><category>welcome Annie</category><category>werk it</category><category>why don&#39;t we race him down a river?</category><category>win extra consideration in the 3rd annual SnM awards</category><category>wish i had time to edit these</category><category>zombie killers</category><title>If our house is a home, then our home is on fire.</title><description></description><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-4370703598407112198</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Nov 2013 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-06T13:03:50.727-08:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween &amp; Fall</title><atom:summary type="text">

























</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/11/halloween-fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SteveSteve)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPp8sC7ezmLptVLCagK0l8p-VrZjI_Jzfg7lHw6rLxzn4BVZBf6kTwkJ4-Ddfgs4LEx_IDbEIOv9dVo4OuBPDvTiWe33OmaBwMxnpSMgrcj51CLqntbFgwDuwGa84NYelQ8b1PdwYXEEFY/s72-c/_MG_0032.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-8691304359937839445</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Oct 2013 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-27T21:07:12.070-07:00</atom:updated><title>Not</title><atom:summary type="text">We are not ready for Halloween. C keeps changing his mind on costumes. For the ward party this past weekend, he was a zombie and Viv was supposed to a peashooter from plants vs. zombies, but due to high standards of public dignity she wouldn&#39;t touch the hat I made and went in a truly adorable bee costume. Well played, Viv. For real Halloween, C has told me he wants to be Green Lantern, a ghost, </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/10/not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWPmK_z8MvbbhYbui8Y3775SOJa7zx9n2BDzXIbtan2fE8STER4hqVXBBRcL_bNi4tKp7JHSZTNqIHUlvKZJS3X1FFc_09QVEoT9BUlAlL_l9bXeRicWuwezgtzL9P04G1F7H48EbLFQ/s72-c/_MG_9934.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-2810048694869570626</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Sep 2013 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-03T20:18:47.293-07:00</atom:updated><title>Summer Travels 2013</title><atom:summary type="text">The trips we made this summer to Utah, California, and Texas were wonderful! I was able to see all seven of my siblings, who live scattered across four states, and enjoy an extended and immediate reunion with all of Steve&#39;s family.
Highlight reel:
Utah, Steve&#39;s mom&#39;s side family reunion
- Stayed at Timber Moose Lodge, which is Heber&#39;s answer to Citizen Kane&#39;s Xanadu.
- Lots of helpers with kids </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/09/summer-travels-2013.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnf47WatDbcgQjF3jelwhkEqp0UCa38bqma-AtSnmsB1ziBoi0JH3mXzwpnncLcYW0hdbdhPV2Ie_HWQURSom_rxIFVP0fXKYxFI_yJhZk7hs-GgTrkKBVZpMsSZScZtE9Fibso40SQc/s72-c/IMG_9396.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-3380978461854672609</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jul 2013 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-01T12:42:21.462-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chubby legs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">werk it</category><title>Valentine&#39;s Day</title><atom:summary type="text">


People do Christmas in July, why not a little throwback Valentine&#39;s in July for my dear readers?








</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/07/valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SteveSteve)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUhw4KD8b91OynGOlIxYeQGksUq2KOtLYwu3znMCXWVsBv68Sp6w5eyx2ryp9riB1AbERy1tCyw-H0zy7DSmRbukIyqzV-cdlcoPtk5qFkaiGZsKkqBkTxlGZmXhBjzpDTaNNY7xury3c/s72-c/IMG_8528.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-4256883442055993803</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jun 2013 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-21T09:35:44.918-07:00</atom:updated><title>St. Louis and More</title><atom:summary type="text">We were so excited to have Grandma H visit! C and I made a list of things to take her to, show her, and play with her while she was here and we crossed everything off. A very successful visit!
Highlight &amp;nbsp;reel:

-Trip to St. Louis to see the zoo, the Magic House, the temple, swim in our hotel pool, eat good food, and do some shopping.

- Steve and I took advantage of Grandma&#39;s babysitting </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/06/st-louis-and-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LThC57_9ADA4wXUEIos5lV_pYAHTtW6BEMQ3T4FwXb79y3sc3nuCQkO7ujk1qefm7F4oH8Gt39ooOnVKwoTmpGUkWBoroDQEUGjAUOuKqYxCCbZAgi9kWLo8V5cSE6yGxnbHgHnKAXc/s72-c/IMG_9124.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-1053765567467889610</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jun 2013 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-21T09:13:19.286-07:00</atom:updated><title>La dee da...</title><atom:summary type="text">The previous post was written back in February right after Viv&#39;s birthday but for some reason I forgot to publish it. I&#39;m posting more or less for my own sake these days so I don&#39;t forget things, so I went ahead and posted it so late. This one is current.
Vivian loves making messes and getting dirty. One of her happiest ways to be is covered in yogurt as she gleefully self-feeds/finger paints. </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/06/la-dee-da.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeAIlXK0s2Z0THnfaHBcQSeioY5v_t_IWXNR3sLJoPvICQaGsCH_dKmfGblHxnRjUD6G_oxRxCj5hb_UjiiAPMeUhiyabtI9qHC5-bVulyyGqFbdSakrD3pUieOzwi7psttn3ZsrHJ3w/s72-c/IMG_8874.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-4059050834941929361</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2013 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-08T10:08:52.645-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Baby is Not Very Much of One...</title><atom:summary type="text">... but she is One. She is much more of a toddler than baby. I kind of glazed over her birthday, as it came at a rough time for us healthwise, schoolwise, sleepwise.
Viv has reached the stage where every week my level of baby-proofing must increase.
She loves:
-Anything that can be a purse, putting things in and out of it
- Pushing things (stroller, trike, shopping cart, furniture)
- Splashing in</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-baby-is-not-very-much-of-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjx8zWqOr0bWldszQib_EBQxpLKIN7DPIWAkcM1DpDiDKnvVAKHQpxX4PACKUbSSG7NHJV_yePcMIJP_sAeVX5yZMeNtbnGjLNTa6C-n0W7M9dz75IDl-TVk3zKArM1hJLCjZCMoRnl4Q/s72-c/_MG_8562.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-4418540245632286845</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-12T20:34:48.305-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">don&#39;t mind the smear on my bathroom mirror</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wish i had time to edit these</category><title>A Day in the Life Series</title><atom:summary type="text">


























Behind the scenes:&amp;nbsp;



Dracula face



&amp;nbsp;Trying to raise one eyebrow.



&amp;nbsp;Got caught spying.




</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-day-in-life-series.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXC6um_MZx5e2OLU_BYXQISonB5wZweHew66INMFPQh5hdNMjSs1kf0SWjyy3K81uo8134CaOT6hwD6pNyVWTn4ty8YZcEytdyQF1jLarkhuXs9CnpFvsYhiD_9glHOcj5t6IL_YuCnwI/s72-c/_MG_8918.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-8346564232362579825</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2013 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-30T20:14:13.322-08:00</atom:updated><title>Another one, with flash...</title><atom:summary type="text">That title is a line from one of our favorite Modern Family episodes:



It&#39;s particularly funny because Vivian went through a LOVE-the -FLASH on the camera phase. I&#39;d pull out the camera and snap a quick picture while she&#39;s looking at me curiously, then after the first flash goes off, she&#39;d pull out the big grin. Observe:


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</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/another-one-with-flash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLIrmznQUed_dxnU-vksmMBVSQdTIS3zysCmDGp-3f71NrkERbPzwjYxeRSK99kDYJRqLElD7lJnmDerKw1TL3H_KxhSrM4fVjq9ZC-EWKvqJYO3dB1mA1XNO8bWcJgIosYcpbprGiLs/s72-c/IMG_7729.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-7500631874344823137</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2013 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-30T19:26:34.759-08:00</atom:updated><title>Northern Bi-Polar Express</title><atom:summary type="text">It can be really hard to be two years old. It can be really hard to take Christmas pictures of a two year old. The process includes bribes, threats, whining, and partial nudity . Let&#39;s let the pictures illustrate:



&amp;nbsp;Thanks for finally smiling, but let&#39;s do a not so crazy smile.



&amp;nbsp;Ok, now that&#39;s being too silly. Fingers out.



&amp;nbsp;Creedo, I&#39;m serious. Don&#39;t eat that! You won&#39;t get</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/northern-bi-polar-express.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjYRI7NqPZfWbuNO3Br9qf0-xGytDOdWAQZBGHDKct9kMlcyVZPrD1SDvSGGb5e5JZiqlFyjyBcd9PgrnD0n0KuvoQ5_e5w_Ytl2b2lUf-tZ4-u9RPaEc_fkkYE7gNL90zq3RWA52wCI/s72-c/_MG_7929.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-7098873100176263465</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2013 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-30T19:12:32.331-08:00</atom:updated><title>34 Days &amp; 33 Nights Away</title><atom:summary type="text">Happy 2013.
I&#39;m behind on two years&#39; worth of S&amp;amp;M Awards. Hmm. I&#39;m OK with that.
Since last blog post, we&#39;ve all been through a lot.
The highlight reel:
- All sick during our stay-at-home Thanksgiving
- I was reminded that I&#39;m always glad not to be in school during finals weeks
- We left for a 34 day holiday. Steve had five weeks off of school and we maximized it! Perks of being in school </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/34-days-33-nights-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-295950176834555036</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2012 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-21T20:47:51.876-08:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Steps away from Babyhood</title><atom:summary type="text">As predicted, Viv has reached the milestone of biped ambulation.

Two weeks ago we tried to get her to walk a few steps between me and her dad. Her best was four steps, which is notable for a nine month old. The next day she took eight steps completely independent of me. She just decided to walk from a window to a chair, no cajoling or bribing at all. I was stunned, but I can see now that this </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/11/baby-steps-away-from-babyhood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-7381332729392602577</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-03T19:36:10.176-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ghostbusters or Bust</title><atom:summary type="text">For the ward Halloween party, Creedence was Tin Tin and Vivian was his trusty sidekick, Snowy. Steve was Captain Haddock for a three minute span during which I took pictures. I was everything else, as usual.

For the actual Halloween day, it somehow ended up with me in zombie make-up and Vivian in a skeleton onesie. I don&#39;t have control over what the rest of family wears, and they chose not to </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/11/ghostbusters-or-bust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETu9UQLM6aUIf7U1eK3uDftNcb4rHX-5E9H_jmFZR5WiYFrHUDk94zQ4_AAC1cFs8YyFqh83c1r1VzK-asSyG75-VgGKfX_WpJbPUouVzv1o8vJ0r1pXo0EEuIGp1HTkBaw0ltq6a5f4/s72-c/IMG_7675.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-4992333400093340820</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2012 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-30T21:21:15.078-07:00</atom:updated><title>Our New Street: More Holes than Sponge-Bob at a Donut Shop</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m not even kidding. The worst ones happen to be right in front of our house. Creedo, Viv and I have sat on our porch in the afternoons watching drivers freak out as they drive by because they think their rear bumpers just fell off.
It is just one of the interesting things about our new place. At first glance, I was thrilled. It is spacious and not terribly junky and it turned out that we have a</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/08/our-new-street-more-holes-than-sponge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-861942475311823904</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2012 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-19T10:18:19.015-07:00</atom:updated><title>Columbia</title><atom:summary type="text">



Not the country. Not the city in South Carolina. Not Ohio either, you&#39;re thinking of Columbus. It&#39;s Columbia, MO and we are headed there in a week and a half. Steve has achieved his MFA in Creative Writing and now he is going for a PhD at University of Missouri in Creative Writing and Literature. It&#39;s a five year program. I still don&#39;t understand what could possibly take five years, but then </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/07/columbia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmkbVgteUhA/UAg4XtbQOHI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1L4w791IHbg/s72-c/_MG_7292.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-2763710540438994388</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2012 05:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-27T22:05:46.219-07:00</atom:updated><title>Solids and Spider- Man</title><atom:summary type="text">


She&#39;s a rolly-polly, scooting and turning and somehow getting herself across rooms. I&#39;ll lay her down on the floor on a blanket and find her on the other side of the room a few minutes later. She&#39;s also discovered her toes, which is seriously too cute. She started to notice them while sitting in her Bumbo, and now when she lays on her back she reaches up for them and either just likes to hold </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/06/solids-and-spider-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU7-3nl770-pInC1pvj8bl6DON2T4WvwGF5XUkYqde3KW-cGLSoPU9eG6CU-sZcIOjfmaF0r2k2SUNabDGMh6MaMmUfw4BcC3HM78PnO7Yo9-PU97jiOL2CF8rAGVIw_9iqBCV_NLQn0U/s72-c/IMG_7116.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-3247532293842691028</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 04:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-01T21:33:40.440-07:00</atom:updated><title>I don&#39;t mean to compare, but...</title><atom:summary type="text">Vivian does this really great thing where she sleeps in her own crib. She whimpers and shrieks and rubs her eyes when she is tired. It&#39;s amazing- it&#39;s like she&#39;s communicating with us. All I have to do is swaddle her and let her work through her seriously adorable chatty-ness phase. She gargles and gurgles with her eyes closed, as if she is so tired she has to tell me how tired she is before she </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-dont-mean-to-compare-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SteveSteve)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-1678514254094724732</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-19T21:11:51.554-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">locomotives</category><title>Look, look, look at us!</title><atom:summary type="text">
I&#39;ve been trying to get family and sibling pictures taken care of since Vivian was born. It&#39;s hard enough to get Steve to smile, let alone Creedo and Vivian. This was our latest attempt, and probably the best we&#39;ve gotten so far because at least no one is crying. Credit goes to the photographer, a friend in my ward, who volunteered her services and the train track idea.&amp;nbsp;



















</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/05/look-look-look-at-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SteveSteve)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4M35zo_MarrHOCHXJ9ySIktYqP6h0zS51OWKwjH2V5FReuYKmlGc9kF4_Ifn8wQieX7TlIc5JtaDt4l39MiKR1PHy8nv4AvR9J9fR6MMbHIQ7QhyphenhyphenXeIOuv5ATVeJY6Bt-Aioi_Zcokpdj/s72-c/haynie+(14+of+37).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-1420068644223230237</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-24T21:42:40.604-07:00</atom:updated><title>Twofer</title><atom:summary type="text">Creedence is two! Can you believe it? I can. He&#39;s a loveable handful. 
He is interested in everything right now, from superheroes and bugs to dental floss and shoes. He has an incredibly sharp memory and learns new words daily. He is as strong as ever. &amp;nbsp;He wrestled the doctor and I so intensely at his two year checkup that we three were all sweating by the time we pinned him down. He wasn&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/03/twofer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9CQMu3FlwsjMRBsvDMEnGStb7P-zV7LxH-uNkAxG3BbGAg9FFeLzYhf5UnhhyphenhyphenSb782ZGDDT8UDYxceB6WQOVedMmxUhbi9H_W4yL2-E0MjcUAt-Tu6SGILKm4r1n24WgptoJ70bpHMA/s72-c/blowingoutcandles.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-461919533857135324</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-17T21:59:53.260-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vivian&#39;s Blessing</title><atom:summary type="text">Vivian was blessed today. It was beautiful! I love knowing that the circle of men will provide positive examples, support, guidance, love, protection, wisdom, and encouragement throughout Vivian&#39;s life. Her dress was absolutely perfect. Her grandmother (my mom) sewed the dress using fabric and lace from her own wedding dress, which was sewn by her mother and grandmother. That means Vivian&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/03/vivians-blessing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqZlYwZM5uGd7F6m90TgMg0dz16hXxp-Df3F0t4epdIiLNXi32DhZbKGm7KoABz58qIIuXffN_LQEVP9TwAi5vBc5gjgVu1yWjYVIiCTkfkQfOiqBui2SwsIdL4IqpD2ZLLIcpcOrEVY/s72-c/_MG_6584.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-2801785020688825745</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-05T15:19:04.032-08:00</atom:updated><title>We Called Her Vivian, and it is Good.</title><atom:summary type="text">We met Vivian at 5:02pm on a rainy Thursday afternoon. She was and is beautiful. Her long slender fingers and tiny feet are distinctly her own, while something about her round cheeks and chin resembles her brother. She has dimples just outside the corners of her mouth, visible when she purses her lips, and there may an elusive third dimple hiding in her left cheek. 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