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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. She has a little bit of very </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/02/vivians-birth-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V09Rof44KkI/Ty8OMTJ9m9I/AAAAAAAAA8I/WtSDzmLX6QY/s72-c/vivian.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-852966241790666018</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 06:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T22:49:19.374-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the 2011 SnM awards are forthcoming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">don't worry</category><title>Holidays</title><atom:summary>Maybe I should make monthly posts a 2012 goal. My lo-res goal. My hi-res goal should be much higher, since this blog is supposed to double as some sort of legit family record/journaling/historian artifact for future generations. We shall see how 2012 plays out for us. Having a second kid could mean blogging is permanently on the back burner, or it could mean I have twice as many funny things to </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ku2ce0VOYM/TxJzo7m1fVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/46O0_flUNcI/s72-c/_MG_6083.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-5056775024365823656</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-01T09:37:56.453-08:00</atom:updated><title>Thanksgiving Leftovers</title><atom:summary>Steve's brother Matt and I were the only ones at our Thanksgiving dinner who have sophisticated tastes when it comes to fine Americana desserts (read: store-bought pumpkin pie with avalanches of whipped cream). I had gotten greedy and succumbed to the peer pressure of those crazies around me at Costco buying 4,5,10 pies and decided I should buy two myself, just to be safe. Those things are </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-leftovers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-580169456418647512</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-01T21:36:54.817-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">man cub</category><title>Who needs lions and tigers?</title><atom:summary>Creedo was a panda for Halloween. Excuse me, a "panda!!!" rather, because Creedo only says the word with intense, kung-fu enthusiasm. The costume I made was a bit snug (ok, way snug) Turns out Creedo has plenty of his own stuffing and needed none of the additional fluff I added to make it look more cub-like. Steve, toting around the camera, claimed at one point to have dressed up like a </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-needs-lions-and-tigers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkIR1OtiR78/TrDCyGnXI3I/AAAAAAAAA28/7k3rZe5zu8w/s72-c/imapanda.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-4705174930251855380</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T21:41:20.327-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">major Creedo update</category><title>Pretzel, Animal, and Bear</title><atom:summary>Those are three words off our list of favorite things that Creedence says right now. Over the past six weeks or so, his vocab has expanded immensely. I'm not going to try to describe how he pronunciates those words, but it's really adorable. He also says funny things that I know just come from listening to us throughout the day, like "alrighty then!" as a sort of transition word from one activity</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretzel-animal-and-bear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-8157469070707957958</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-09T22:09:31.556-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">win extra consideration in the 3rd annual SnM awards</category><title>Caption Contest!</title><atom:summary>
</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/caption-contest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woqrjKA4g_Q/TpJ9exq-V_I/AAAAAAAAA04/dJhjyFUg-kw/s72-c/IMG_5394.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-2923626965698540128</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-26T13:13:56.824-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tough guys don't wear clothes</category><title>Who's the baby now?</title><atom:summary>
The baby is SUPER active. I've been feeling it for a couple weeks, and its easily felt from the outside now as well. My hopes of a laidback second kiddo are dimming. We find out the gender on Sep. 13th. The poll is open...
Creedence will "give the baby a hug" now and give my tummy a squnch (spell checker has obviously never watched Hook). In addition to being adorable when he does that, he can </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/08/wheres-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFF_TRv85W8/Tlf5y3yYoFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/J7ZI1mIhLTM/s72-c/18wks3edited.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-6535418076391527222</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 05:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-16T22:20:24.652-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Never drive angry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Phil</category><title>Script for Groundhog's Day 2012 Conversation in the Haynie House</title><atom:summary>D.J. #1 (aka Steve): Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cooooold out there today. 
D.J. #2 (aka Maria): It's coooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach? 
D.J. #1: Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing. 
D.J. #2: [mockingly] That blizzard - thing. That blizzard - </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/07/script-for-groundhogs-day-2012.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-1625219603235073446</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2011 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-01T22:08:38.089-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grass stains</category><title>Zombie Croquet</title><atom:summary>Zombie croquet is neither morbid or a past time for remixed Jane Austen characters. It happens to be a fun way to make croquet intense for really great players and really terrible players alike. We had fun sharing our version of the game recently with Mannie and TJat. We also were privileged with Grandma Sarah visit, and had a lovely time at Provo Beach, Los Hermanos, and just sitting and </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/zombie-croquet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4RiNslm7CY/TecXvBksfgI/AAAAAAAAAyM/vuS1rRSn60Y/s72-c/DSCF5301.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-3043428147527457818</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-15T18:34:00.768-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">why don't we race him down a river?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tigger is made of rubber too</category><title>Just Ducky</title><atom:summary>
Ducks were practically made for little kids to find, chase, and throw bread at. We spent this weekend tracking down lots of ducks. The first step in a successful duck hunt (the plump them up , not the shoot 'em down kind) is to fill your own tummy.
Shoveling in the pre-hike meal

Playing that amazingly tedious pick-up-drop-it-pick-up game. Usually when he drops something, he throws out his out </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-ducky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yoTR02hEVcY/TdA50G3815I/AAAAAAAAAw4/hbwC69xEmwI/s72-c/DSCF5310.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-2537752376772341049</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-08T18:27:09.942-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the babe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brian eno</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muscle beach</category><title>Happy Mothers Day 2011</title><atom:summary>Sometimes the making-ofs are better than the finished products:







</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day-2011.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tpmUhAafRkg/TcdC2U25mBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/50weynPczG8/s72-c/DSCF5299.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-1450203947826168926</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-24T20:11:31.084-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bounty</category><title>On the Hunt</title><atom:summary>Easter egg hunt #1. Awesome.

Granted he was just as interested in playing with the rocks and mulch as he was in the Easter eggs, but he still had a fun time. We crashed our neighbor's Primary Easter Party (she's the prez, gave us a VIP pass and waived the underage issue). He enjoyed running around with everyone, eating the Play-Do, and trying to bathe in the drinking fountain. The best part was </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-hunt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44Nxla2sYPk/TbTc0_kjMxI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TZVpXz2R9u0/s72-c/DSCF5225.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-9069203236823193085</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2011 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-23T16:37:03.713-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chairs</category><title>Spring Fling</title><atom:summary>Steve has gotten to know his professors in the graduate program pretty well. He has developed a unique relationship with one in particular, who shares many of the same interests and ideas and goals for writing. During one of their long walks together discussing life and literature, Steve decided the time was right to ask this mentor if he would please pretty please be the chair of his thesis </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-fling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvNU7sHji3U/TbNbdAgkuOI/AAAAAAAAArY/qZaq4d7xQZo/s72-c/IMG_20110331_150256.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-6710489362188965154</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-19T20:51:36.711-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">welcome Annie</category><title>Cousin Friends</title><atom:summary>We've been lucky to see a lot of cool people lately. We went to Matt (Steve's brother) and Annie's wedding in CA last month, and then the party came up here from to our house for a couple of days. Fun? Yes, we love having lots of fun people visit. Not boring people. Fun people. And thats who we had. Here are some great shots of the past month or so, between the CA trip, visits, and birthday </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/cousin-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JI9HW2UJp9I/TYV0LhCzuXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ynhBjSCZncs/s72-c/DSCF5041.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-6339766336246419235</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-19T20:10:25.971-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tight shirts</category><title>One is a Big Deal: The Pictures</title><atom:summary>



 Rite of passage The afternoon was so nice, one of the real spring days, so the party moved outside. 
 Aunts "Hot Pants" Eli and Sadie "Boot Kicker" Aunt Sadie with Creedo. These two outlets fascinate Creedo. He likes to poke at them, with keys, with sticks, with toys.Belly circumference: 22 inches. Just curious. </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-is-big-deal-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8U_HzgJ3Yzg/TYVuAJlUBlI/AAAAAAAAApc/LRz1TcYoIiQ/s72-c/DSCF5103.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-7809190897463162155</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-14T10:12:44.262-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hungry caterpillar</category><title>One is a Big Deal</title><atom:summary>Creedence is (almost) one. One. ONE!I am not going to say how fast time has flown, because I think I've had more loooong days this past year than any other year of my life. While looking back on pictures is good practice for my emotional control, I do not wish he were little still. I do not wish he were a newborn, because I like how fun he is now. He is so fun! Latest developments:Forward facing </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-is-big-deal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2rLYoj3OMw/TX5MTd0aWYI/AAAAAAAAApU/i9r9gKxM23w/s72-c/CREEDO1-page1.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-5034388742802830743</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-29T18:12:10.478-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a month late but still true</category><title>2010 S &amp; M Awards</title><atom:summary>Dearest reader-As predicted, 2010 was, in fact, the year of babies and biodiversity. But mostly babies.Our exclusive Families and Friendlies blogroll has become dominated by the reports, images, and antics of the under-two crowd, and ours was no exception. We have also enjoyed all the non-baby posts of our friends who get more sleep than us, and are grateful for their friendship and willingness </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-s-m-awards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-3423155618949234975</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2011 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-02T21:31:18.596-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waaaay too long post</category><title>Christmas is tired...</title><atom:summary>Christmas Morning, 2010, The Lodge, AZ. We thought they said wiffles, not waffles, for breakfast...Baby's first Christmas came with lots of firsts for our family. We celebrated with Johnson-side family at my Dad's parent's place near Tucson. Steve had never met my Grandparents before, or many of my Arizona relatives, so it was fun to introduce him to my birth state and family. I've always </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-is-tired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M--Rfmwkp8/TSFZNf5v27I/AAAAAAAAAoI/01ONf-DVs4g/s72-c/DSCF4667.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-249493191004592217</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-04T14:13:19.166-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raccoon pajamas</category><title>Eight Months</title><atom:summary>We've entered the stage of "into everything." I thought we were already there awhile ago, when he first started moving around. But now, he is faster and stronger, and the scope of things to explore has widened. He is getting so smart too- he learns so quickly. He will test tap the baseboard heaters before playing around them to make sure they are not hot first. If something seems surprisingly hot</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/eight-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M--Rfmwkp8/TPq6TmYlmTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zEC8P8o6pHM/s72-c/DSCF4487.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-3053891030091544965</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-20T11:37:54.421-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">footwear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">double-wides</category><title>Shoes, not Trailers</title><atom:summary>There comes a point in every little one's life, where they must face the realities of weather, societal expectations, and physical development. At this point, shoes are no longer optional. Creedence has recently confronted this milestone, as he is taking steps, whether it be between me and Steve or out under the trees crunching leaves. Combined with the cold cold cold that is our tile floors and </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/shoes-not-trailers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M--Rfmwkp8/TONtoFLFygI/AAAAAAAAAms/hFJE0vASOf8/s72-c/P1050075.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-8440023275563800620</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-17T09:56:54.073-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">belated halloween. zombie killa II</category><title>Cowboy Creedence (finally, Halloween coverage)</title><atom:summary>Here is the Halloween wrap-up. Enjoy, y'all!Pumpkin CarvingI love all the seasonal flavors of this time of year- the pumpkin pie shakes, the pumpkin pie cream cheese (trust me), the pumpkin pie. I'm glad to see that Creedence is on board.No, not looking inside- he's eating it.Classic Cars Trunk or Treat in St. GeorgeWill sit here looking adorable for foodCowboy Creedence, in costume, at a trunk </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2010/10/cowboy-creedence-finally-halloween-pics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M--Rfmwkp8/TON0qyUUrTI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ihMgdspZgGI/s72-c/DSCF4314-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-8949764308259021498</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-31T21:20:40.370-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drinks all around</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I love weddings</category><title>October picture fest</title><atom:summary>October has gone the way of Creedence's attitude towards taking naps (which is to say, its over). We have stayed busy, every weekend is packed with fun stuff for Creedence and I, and a little fun stuff for Steve, as he remains pretty loaded with school work. I've been busy with Creedence and with some freelance gigs as a copywriter. Its a new thing for me, and so far so good. It works out really </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-picture-fest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M--Rfmwkp8/TM4tuEfGhNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/sGL7t4e8V88/s72-c/DSCF4136.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-2169976995457207080</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-28T21:31:11.323-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">please say ma-ma?</category><title>Blips on the Radar</title><atom:summary>I've tried to get more videos of Creedence lately because he changes from New Funny Thing to New Funny Thing so quickly, and I believe his funny things should be shared. In this month alone, he has changed so rapidly. He's shifted from blowing raspberries into his current "da da da/blah blah blah" noises. He can now sit up completely unsupported for as long as he feels like it, and just today he </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/blips-on-radar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-2258936068562337942</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T20:42:22.879-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haha</category><title>Knock on Wood</title><atom:summary>Creedence has a great laugh. His smiles come easy, but the laughs take some work. You can try everything sometimes to no avail,  and after all the jumping around,sometimes just simple absurdity will get him rolling. The videos are really rough, sorry, but Creedence had never laughed so hard in his life. All they were doing was rapping on the window. This happened tonight during a dinner we hosted</atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/knock-on-wood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219168367509693158.post-6960156286135375386</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-11T08:48:59.540-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jamboree</category><title>Oh Provo</title><atom:summary>After a super fun month of travelling in Washington, California and Texas, we have landed in Provo, UT (again) (pics here). Our apartment is bizarre, but slowly coming together. The pluses are that we have two rooms now, brand-new carpet, a yard, and a porch that we enjoy taking our meals out on. The negatives are that it's what a realtor would call simply unique.Creedo helping me unpack by </atom:summary><link>http://whenstevemetmaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-provo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maria)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M--Rfmwkp8/TIQEwbYeNYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tpreP1lfkoE/s72-c/potlids.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

