<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089</id><updated>2011-11-22T12:20:20.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peggy's Revenge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6179798516189166908</id><published>2011-11-12T21:36:00.015-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:08:16.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon's Carnival Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDJ9NAJRRVI/Tr9a7A1bGrI/AAAAAAAAA8w/G6-GJvyErKs/s1600/DSC_3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674354025392970418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDJ9NAJRRVI/Tr9a7A1bGrI/AAAAAAAAA8w/G6-GJvyErKs/s320/DSC_3298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Dillon turned a big 4 years old! We had a carnival party to celebrate. Joe was in charge of putting up the decorations and he did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oNlkujWSLs/Tr9atquvNuI/AAAAAAAAA8k/KyjPnTG3tcA/s1600/DSC_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674353796121048802" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oNlkujWSLs/Tr9atquvNuI/AAAAAAAAA8k/KyjPnTG3tcA/s320/DSC_3299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon and his friends started off by decorating party hats while everyone arrived. Then the fun began. Picture 24 little kidders running all over - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cccrazy&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4arvGaCus/Tr9aiT8ITAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/2tOhQRn9zRs/s1600/DSC_3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674353601024642050" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4arvGaCus/Tr9aiT8ITAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/2tOhQRn9zRs/s320/DSC_3321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly Clown Dillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjxVS21BJeY/Tr9aUs36A3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/uqe1fNyHjcA/s1600/DSC_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674353367199646578" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjxVS21BJeY/Tr9aUs36A3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/uqe1fNyHjcA/s320/DSC_3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling clown Sage in the photo booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M61cVBtBfaM/Tr9aCbx8aKI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-5ibP-F3kM0/s1600/DSC_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674353053373589666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M61cVBtBfaM/Tr9aCbx8aKI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-5ibP-F3kM0/s320/DSC_3343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A big Thank You! to my carnies. Lucky Shelli got to be our face painter. Monica was fortunate enough to spin kids around the whole time for pin the nose on the clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2la280Dan1E/Tr9Zz4So0JI/AAAAAAAAA70/7dq-g1Crttc/s1600/DSC_3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674352803328872594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2la280Dan1E/Tr9Zz4So0JI/AAAAAAAAA70/7dq-g1Crttc/s320/DSC_3345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sydni&lt;/span&gt; maned the Fish Pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJQ0k7EJn8A/Tr9ZqknVtEI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SGMiJrKCeWw/s1600/DSC_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674352643428168770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJQ0k7EJn8A/Tr9ZqknVtEI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SGMiJrKCeWw/s320/DSC_3346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan took on the impossible ring toss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BFfzSn9bNY/Tr9ZaC_8ObI/AAAAAAAAA7c/99mHaao5keo/s1600/DSC_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674352359526644146" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BFfzSn9bNY/Tr9ZaC_8ObI/AAAAAAAAA7c/99mHaao5keo/s320/DSC_3347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessi supervised the shooting gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbqhXSAPzGo/Tr9ZP4sB6bI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LBy3QDRermQ/s1600/DSC_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674352184960084402" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbqhXSAPzGo/Tr9ZP4sB6bI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LBy3QDRermQ/s320/DSC_3348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daxton&lt;/span&gt; was in charge of the bean bag toss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykq2kvImUD8/Tr9ZBpsAvuI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ISTgji01AHc/s1600/DSC_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674351940415307490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykq2kvImUD8/Tr9ZBpsAvuI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ISTgji01AHc/s320/DSC_3351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; made sure we were well supplied with popcorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam's Club made sure the cupcakes were perfect :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGmUheKwu2k/Tr9YlaVFcnI/AAAAAAAAA6s/3Ci689wDl_w/s1600/DSC_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674351455256277618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGmUheKwu2k/Tr9YlaVFcnI/AAAAAAAAA6s/3Ci689wDl_w/s320/DSC_3355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dillon got to blow-out his red cupcake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72j9P_bD9KM/Tr9Y17KHoaI/AAAAAAAAA64/_XYDT_6KIdc/s1600/DSC_3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674351738946560418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72j9P_bD9KM/Tr9Y17KHoaI/AAAAAAAAA64/_XYDT_6KIdc/s320/DSC_3358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoJYcXI-xTo/Tr9YRC6DMsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/a9jlow8D19Y/s1600/DSC_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674351105371484866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoJYcXI-xTo/Tr9YRC6DMsI/AAAAAAAAA6g/a9jlow8D19Y/s320/DSC_3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; took care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9eMUgshr4Jc/Tr9XykrH6UI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MzxqCm0uU7M/s1600/DSC_3411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674350581859739970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9eMUgshr4Jc/Tr9XykrH6UI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MzxqCm0uU7M/s320/DSC_3411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what is a party without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pinata&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6179798516189166908?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6179798516189166908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6179798516189166908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6179798516189166908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6179798516189166908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/dillons-carnival-party.html' title='Dillon&apos;s Carnival Party'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDJ9NAJRRVI/Tr9a7A1bGrI/AAAAAAAAA8w/G6-GJvyErKs/s72-c/DSC_3298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4691061110350985000</id><published>2011-11-05T22:10:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:23:47.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKSNrO70ycY/TrYk9h7BqcI/AAAAAAAAA40/vf1wclbT2JQ/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671761420216281538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKSNrO70ycY/TrYk9h7BqcI/AAAAAAAAA40/vf1wclbT2JQ/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel were very into the Halloween decorations this year. They kept trying to sneak up and play with them. They knew they were supposed to, this is me catching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmICZQxpDks/TrYlCD5PyhI/AAAAAAAAA5A/X40JzBDnzQo/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671761498055100946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmICZQxpDks/TrYlCD5PyhI/AAAAAAAAA5A/X40JzBDnzQo/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What? I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7iGQGcl2wU/TrYlNRTY39I/AAAAAAAAA5M/ZPTBSp03gns/s1600/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671761690632970194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7iGQGcl2wU/TrYlNRTY39I/AAAAAAAAA5M/ZPTBSp03gns/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will bet you didn't think a saw was necessary to carve pumpkins. You were wrong - just ask Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7ArAidvHMI/TrYlSvNkCeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/boo7bJzTveY/s1600/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671761784560945634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7ArAidvHMI/TrYlSvNkCeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/boo7bJzTveY/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joe's masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf4eUA7Zjo4/TrYlnsMNlAI/AAAAAAAAA5w/eC73uRhvpMU/s1600/IMG_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671762144527225858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf4eUA7Zjo4/TrYlnsMNlAI/AAAAAAAAA5w/eC73uRhvpMU/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon didn't want to participate in the costume parade and the class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; on Halloween at preschool. So I found these two cuties and took a picture of them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7tw4Co6hsc/TrYlX0afEPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/QawVEG7ISCY/s1600/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671761871856668914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7tw4Co6hsc/TrYlX0afEPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/QawVEG7ISCY/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon was Cat and the Hat and the babies were Thing 1 and Thing 2. We sprayed "turquoise" hair spray on their heads that went bright green, but they still looked the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igCiROYeC5I/TrYls2F7z-I/AAAAAAAAA58/vP-Md4wQY28/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671762233084596194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igCiROYeC5I/TrYls2F7z-I/AAAAAAAAA58/vP-Md4wQY28/s320/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all loved trick-or-treating. The babies mostly loved to just play with the candy they got. Isabel would keep trying to grab for more at the doors we took her up to. They are big into suckers right now and so they kept getting excited when they were placed in their buckets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671762319994083682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvcnzv2jVFc/TrYlx52xWWI/AAAAAAAAA6I/gT0VSaTnI1U/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4691061110350985000?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4691061110350985000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4691061110350985000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4691061110350985000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4691061110350985000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKSNrO70ycY/TrYk9h7BqcI/AAAAAAAAA40/vf1wclbT2JQ/s72-c/IMG_1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6061652983416655594</id><published>2011-11-05T21:39:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:10:00.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYP_uZAcbh8/TrYdxIcB-pI/AAAAAAAAA28/tZovLT8M7Xs/s1600/DSC_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671753510635567762" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYP_uZAcbh8/TrYdxIcB-pI/AAAAAAAAA28/tZovLT8M7Xs/s320/DSC_3264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There were some big events in our family, this fall, that I failed to knowledge. One being that Isabel started walking the week after Labor Day. Adalyn started walking Mother's Day weekend, but Isabel held out on us for 4 months. It has seriously made life sooooo much easier now that she is walking. I can actually put them both down when I have to carry something and they can bee-bop behind. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgLAvDarUSU/TrYd6okUJcI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rzXPFUsMe28/s1600/DSC_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671753673879070146" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgLAvDarUSU/TrYd6okUJcI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rzXPFUsMe28/s320/DSC_3272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just had to throw this in because if things are too quite at my house and Adalyn is no where to be seen, this is were I find her. She loves to mess with the computer, pushing buttons, clicking on the mouse, turning it off and on. Errrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0rK4Pc7H70/TrYeLI5yfoI/AAAAAAAAA3U/MXMU094SyVQ/s1600/DSC_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671753957436980866" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0rK4Pc7H70/TrYeLI5yfoI/AAAAAAAAA3U/MXMU094SyVQ/s320/DSC_3288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is Dillon's first day of preschool. He is on his 2nd year and loves it. We laugh because Dillon will have gone to as much preschool as he will high school because of his fall birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_bmwFrFCeFo/TrYeVij_cjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rwhkTCkBZmQ/s1600/DSC_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671754136123568690" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_bmwFrFCeFo/TrYeVij_cjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rwhkTCkBZmQ/s320/DSC_3282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as non-goofy of a shot as we could get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qmWBjF9kJI/TrYfUzLgo2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/fKmbiu6beEA/s1600/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671755222916047714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qmWBjF9kJI/TrYfUzLgo2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/fKmbiu6beEA/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon loves sitting on the tractors at Wheeler Farms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naE7p57HOdE/TrYfcMogZZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fXlasQcCs0U/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671755350007637394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naE7p57HOdE/TrYfcMogZZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fXlasQcCs0U/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in luck because Papa came with us and knew every make and model of every tractor at the farm :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hF0XUiQ20Yc/TrYfFB2-QPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Q9ofygAMh_c/s1600/IMG_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671754951978533106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hF0XUiQ20Yc/TrYfFB2-QPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Q9ofygAMh_c/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adalyn and Isabel love to swing. Dillon liked it okay at this age, but these two love, love it. Because they have to share everything, they have mastered the big-kid swing early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJcrA1-CxvE/TrYfNOCo0II/AAAAAAAAA34/atIm1u_T9Hs/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671755092687638658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJcrA1-CxvE/TrYfNOCo0II/AAAAAAAAA34/atIm1u_T9Hs/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The are also fearless when it comes to climbing up and down on the swing-set. Adalyn prefers the ladder, but Isabel prefers to climb up the slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_LDqKwC7FE/TrYfjNK9DWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/EegvM-ueGZo/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671755470411205986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_LDqKwC7FE/TrYfjNK9DWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/EegvM-ueGZo/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really try to keep my babies away from sugar, but we just don't seem to give it to them that often. This is Adalyn after I gave her a cookie. Seriously how hard is it to eat a cookie without making too big of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZRALQy1icA/TrYfq5s_niI/AAAAAAAAA4o/eR-6EieIyAs/s1600/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671755602624224802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZRALQy1icA/TrYfq5s_niI/AAAAAAAAA4o/eR-6EieIyAs/s320/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6061652983416655594?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6061652983416655594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6061652983416655594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6061652983416655594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6061652983416655594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-missed.html' title='Things I Missed'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYP_uZAcbh8/TrYdxIcB-pI/AAAAAAAAA28/tZovLT8M7Xs/s72-c/DSC_3264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7692684134098814</id><published>2011-09-30T21:52:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:28:26.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUklpylx__E/ToarRB-73-I/AAAAAAAAA20/6bHk1MQd-Nc/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658398290916138978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUklpylx__E/ToarRB-73-I/AAAAAAAAA20/6bHk1MQd-Nc/s320/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a picture of Isabel after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; tried to take her blanket. Watch Out! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel both love these blankets that their Auntie Shelli made for them. They carry them where ever they go around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsdj4PD7LDs/ToarIvcjRII/AAAAAAAAA2s/qf810yeQ-Pg/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658398148501128322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsdj4PD7LDs/ToarIvcjRII/AAAAAAAAA2s/qf810yeQ-Pg/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; in the next three pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658397838655529234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8kUkAMhpB0/Toaq2tLmoRI/AAAAAAAAA2k/9w_dHdCFwkY/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVci6Z3KWvY/ToaqvOgITJI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ssSGzbRNp3s/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658397710161038482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVci6Z3KWvY/ToaqvOgITJI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ssSGzbRNp3s/s320/IMG_1648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; is totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with her new boots. They are fur lined inside and she loves them. She brings them to me all the time to put on her. It isn't cold enough to wear them yet, but she loves to wear them around the house. She loves her boots and buckles. She can already do up the buckles on her high-chair and is currently working on mastering her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; buckles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7692684134098814?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7692684134098814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7692684134098814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7692684134098814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7692684134098814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/their-favorite-things.html' title='Their Favorite Things'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUklpylx__E/ToarRB-73-I/AAAAAAAAA20/6bHk1MQd-Nc/s72-c/IMG_1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4776236777505176637</id><published>2011-09-30T21:39:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:51:47.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMsS3wp4K_A/ToapM4Mw8XI/AAAAAAAAA2U/5r6rm9THio4/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658396020547055986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMsS3wp4K_A/ToapM4Mw8XI/AAAAAAAAA2U/5r6rm9THio4/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sitting on the floor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; thinks she needs to be in your lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wee5nTpV8pM/Toao4I-9IbI/AAAAAAAAA2M/uhaG2v7N248/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658395664275284402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wee5nTpV8pM/Toao4I-9IbI/AAAAAAAAA2M/uhaG2v7N248/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only a picture was used to describe Dillon's personality, this would be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcwSPOpfB_U/ToanxRqxcdI/AAAAAAAAA10/VqGPhvqGInc/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658394446835839442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcwSPOpfB_U/ToanxRqxcdI/AAAAAAAAA10/VqGPhvqGInc/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon loves "his babies". In this picture he is reading her a book, but another one of their favorite activities is to wrestle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; little girl. Notice the curls on both of these two. Isabel has straight hair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; has curls like Dillon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4776236777505176637?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4776236777505176637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4776236777505176637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4776236777505176637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4776236777505176637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re Here!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMsS3wp4K_A/ToapM4Mw8XI/AAAAAAAAA2U/5r6rm9THio4/s72-c/IMG_1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-3693239839570590109</id><published>2011-07-02T12:12:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:31:33.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpPTuune0cw/Tg98FjpVLBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/O0ItJNM_3-8/s1600/DSC_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624850894518823954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpPTuune0cw/Tg98FjpVLBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/O0ItJNM_3-8/s320/DSC_2827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Izzy Lou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o4r1VcRaFI/Tg976laFKuI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IKyU8IGY8Ks/s1600/DSC_2808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624850706013170402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o4r1VcRaFI/Tg976laFKuI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IKyU8IGY8Ks/s320/DSC_2808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Addy Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2st9TTrJYU/Tg98impN1VI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ctkiv-4dtSo/s1600/DSC_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624851393539855698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2st9TTrJYU/Tg98impN1VI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ctkiv-4dtSo/s320/DSC_2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turned 1 on May 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyp-__JB7xo/Tg98zP9bWrI/AAAAAAAAA04/HotH57O0iwE/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624851679508388530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyp-__JB7xo/Tg98zP9bWrI/AAAAAAAAA04/HotH57O0iwE/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It of course rained most of the day during their party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2E4CZfJJSI/Tg99HgVAOkI/AAAAAAAAA1A/mag-N5EVshE/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624852027499625026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2E4CZfJJSI/Tg99HgVAOkI/AAAAAAAAA1A/mag-N5EVshE/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the party must go on! And if you have a nice Auntie Monica to pack you around then it doesn't really matter if the ground is all wet :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Hf4QXeg-E/Tg99WwA8z-I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P95EDwctcow/s1600/IMG_1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624852289408520162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Hf4QXeg-E/Tg99WwA8z-I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P95EDwctcow/s320/IMG_1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did presents and cake inside (I don't have any cake picture yet to share - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; was of course very into it, and Isabel of course was very not into it - cried).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgUGJX8A0jw/Tg99P5OnSDI/AAAAAAAAA1I/wW_siJ7ZWbs/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624852171622664242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgUGJX8A0jw/Tg99P5OnSDI/AAAAAAAAA1I/wW_siJ7ZWbs/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shared the party day with cousin Nixon who was turning 2. There were presents galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXYaRwPL0rI/Tg9-L5lQU8I/AAAAAAAAA1o/ujedArrtR7s/s1600/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624853202509779906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXYaRwPL0rI/Tg9-L5lQU8I/AAAAAAAAA1o/ujedArrtR7s/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe made them an incredible rocking horse that they are going to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UiLnDkF4288/Tg99m80FyBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ixij-DpLEBM/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624852567722149906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UiLnDkF4288/Tg99m80FyBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ixij-DpLEBM/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a sweet party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-3693239839570590109?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3693239839570590109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=3693239839570590109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3693239839570590109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3693239839570590109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-girls.html' title='Birthday Girls!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpPTuune0cw/Tg98FjpVLBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/O0ItJNM_3-8/s72-c/DSC_2827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4558130822638904966</id><published>2011-07-02T11:37:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:10:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4vrDeT_kxQ/Tg94HKXdmiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EaCLj8Ou1G0/s1600/DSC_3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624846524046219810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4vrDeT_kxQ/Tg94HKXdmiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EaCLj8Ou1G0/s320/DSC_3170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When the babies turned 1 we took them to Red Butte Gardens so that Joe could attempt to take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of them. They didn't really cooperate :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T-KaHsTYUk/Tg9zzOMWphI/AAAAAAAAAzY/h7QVLxh5hvc/s1600/DSC_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624841783429473810" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T-KaHsTYUk/Tg9zzOMWphI/AAAAAAAAAzY/h7QVLxh5hvc/s320/DSC_2887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to walk around everywhere and not stop for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoDDIQPfXcY/Tg92IfoOWjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/9kpLgrMvOT8/s1600/DSC_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624844347910281778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoDDIQPfXcY/Tg92IfoOWjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/9kpLgrMvOT8/s320/DSC_2898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabel just want to pick and eat all of the flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This baby girl loves to put stuff in her mouth).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTMMUkLUsxk/Tg90GLv4lEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8u7jdmiQacQ/s1600/DSC_2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624842109190706242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTMMUkLUsxk/Tg90GLv4lEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8u7jdmiQacQ/s320/DSC_2908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabel is still not walking and so at least we could keep her in one place for longer than a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6vz_6zpIO8/Tg91tjUrK2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/3JuKKWGFLE4/s1600/DSC_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624843885045558114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6vz_6zpIO8/Tg91tjUrK2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/3JuKKWGFLE4/s320/DSC_2941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We tried to get a picture of them together on this bench and it was a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;. This is Isabel saying "Um excuse me, could you please get me off this bench, I would rather be held."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmQiw6SNmZg/Tg91K9imOyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/HskCCi_w0GE/s1600/DSC_2977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624843290787855138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmQiw6SNmZg/Tg91K9imOyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/HskCCi_w0GE/s320/DSC_2977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we threw Dillon into the mix Isabel just attacked him :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-eKN8tvg58/Tg9156eVxnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aVGpkt8zVFc/s1600/DSC_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624844097418544754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-eKN8tvg58/Tg9156eVxnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aVGpkt8zVFc/s320/DSC_2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a few picture tries they decided they were done and wanted off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qDOb2Up3Dk/Tg9z8eRAPQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/SS2G_-zo8Cs/s1600/DSC_2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624841942362766594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qDOb2Up3Dk/Tg9z8eRAPQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/SS2G_-zo8Cs/s320/DSC_2891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Dillon calmly just enjoying the beauty of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu9DNo_ctZY/Tg93wSsgfbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LXzi7jEKUL0/s1600/DSC_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624846131144981938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu9DNo_ctZY/Tg93wSsgfbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LXzi7jEKUL0/s320/DSC_3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These babies just wanted to play, play, play. Forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dainty&lt;/span&gt; pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4558130822638904966?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4558130822638904966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4558130822638904966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4558130822638904966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4558130822638904966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/garden-babies.html' title='Garden Babies!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4vrDeT_kxQ/Tg94HKXdmiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EaCLj8Ou1G0/s72-c/DSC_3170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-797395102679572689</id><published>2011-06-30T12:36:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:08:56.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer At Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaOoxdwMVm4/TgzgXHLkN3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/Er3M0r_kPKo/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624116722348078962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaOoxdwMVm4/TgzgXHLkN3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/Er3M0r_kPKo/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buzzing the babies hair twice, when they were little, we are finally getting it long enough to do something with it. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn's&lt;/span&gt; first "do" compliments to Auntie Shelli.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p4hFYo0-ujk/TgzfddQvbWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IC-YUEKFeVY/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624115731842952546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p4hFYo0-ujk/TgzfddQvbWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IC-YUEKFeVY/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides Christmas, A Day Out With Thomas is Dillon's favorite day of the year. Joe has taken him the last couple of years and it is high-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3XT_mLLfPE/TgzfEF80xbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5FUTZAS32kk/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624115296088671666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3XT_mLLfPE/TgzfEF80xbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5FUTZAS32kk/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel love to take baths. They run/crawl straight to the bathroom whenever they hear the water in the tub going. I have just recently started bathing them together (they would splash and annoy each other). The picture above is of Isabel (whom I just bathed and dressed) mad that I scooped her out of the tub instead of letting her get back in with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Od399Euk4/TgzfKoLfcmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oFDXjpvz20k/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624115408356209250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Od399Euk4/TgzfKoLfcmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oFDXjpvz20k/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel had to be banished to her crib for the remainder of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adalyn's&lt;/span&gt; bath. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; tried to cheer Isabel up, but it didn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiZUB_6Y-ZE/TgzfRWsBJkI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fAMwHywPw1c/s1600/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624115523919881794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiZUB_6Y-ZE/TgzfRWsBJkI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fAMwHywPw1c/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily Papa showed up and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVnJLi3vL-g/TgzemLWzc7I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/XfJvcSVzwAs/s1600/IMG_1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624114782143738802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVnJLi3vL-g/TgzemLWzc7I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/XfJvcSVzwAs/s320/IMG_1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to beautiful Star Valley, WY last weekend. We stayed in some cabin's that Dillon still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt; Kevin's (Kevin/Cabin I guess they sound a little alike) house. We were able to go to my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shalee's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Parent's&lt;/span&gt; house and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; around the fire pit. This is a picture of Tatum and Dillon perfecting their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; roasting skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzxP8_TMUjA/TgzeamCVCPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/8oSdYNYwHTA/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624114583147186418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzxP8_TMUjA/TgzeamCVCPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/8oSdYNYwHTA/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joe was a good sport and ate every burnt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; Dillon brought to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uf0WXXPiUUk/Tgzgg09OOSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/z-0HKhxZVPo/s1600/IMG_1439%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624116889254770978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uf0WXXPiUUk/Tgzgg09OOSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/z-0HKhxZVPo/s320/IMG_1439%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shalee&lt;/span&gt; and her family. You would never guess by this picture, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shalee&lt;/span&gt; is pregnant and they just found out they are having a boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ13ELa4LFM/Tgzg07kzxmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tIiREd8ANuo/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624117234628806242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ13ELa4LFM/Tgzg07kzxmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tIiREd8ANuo/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; enjoying her graham cracker just hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kelsie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-797395102679572689?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/797395102679572689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=797395102679572689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/797395102679572689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/797395102679572689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-at-last.html' title='Summer At Last!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaOoxdwMVm4/TgzgXHLkN3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/Er3M0r_kPKo/s72-c/IMG_1424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5462486445217351032</id><published>2011-05-19T19:49:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:55:47.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iE6294T0Qfk/Tdat9t2bUTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/A82Fp-Xd4Z8/s1600/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608861661728035122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iE6294T0Qfk/Tdat9t2bUTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/A82Fp-Xd4Z8/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep waiting for our life to slow down a little bit with these babies, but it just seems to get crazier. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; is now walking and both Isabel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; have found the joy of emptying all the drawers and cupboards in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is a picture of Isabel with Dillon's owls. My Dad nicknamed Dillon "Hoot" because Dillon has such big eyes (like an owl) and has given Dillon a few owls. Isabel, for some reason, loves these owls and likes to go get them off of Dillon's chair and talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608641977184399698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2C8c0tpOy4E/TdXmKZJrsVI/AAAAAAAAAxM/mq8X9fHGICw/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dillon on his new bike that the Easter Bunny brought him. He loves it and has to show it to everyone that comes over, or that we pass on bike rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uNiPnFDM9-I/TdXl_yjRFwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/IHbAKg93zSk/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608641795024033538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uNiPnFDM9-I/TdXl_yjRFwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/IHbAKg93zSk/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Amber sent them bunny ears for Easter. As you can see from the picture Isabel was not a fan and wanted them off pronto. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; actually kind of liked them and would play with them and try to put them on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKfNA0mSis0/TdXl4pwfHKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/LpIAM8OE6sI/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608641672404475042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKfNA0mSis0/TdXl4pwfHKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/LpIAM8OE6sI/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides emptying my cupboards, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel love to raid and play in Dillon's closet. Dillon is a good sport and doesn't get upset when they take-off with all of his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5e4lcF6e1I/TdXlu9peUfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Wdot5NRzEqA/s1600/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608641505945080306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5e4lcF6e1I/TdXlu9peUfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Wdot5NRzEqA/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel love, love to play with Dillon. Their new things is to play up on Dillon's bed with him. I get tired of standing next to the bed and so it is a short lived adventure every day. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; decided that she didn't need me around and now climbs onto Dillon's red chair (by his bed) and from there onto his bed (so fun watching out for that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu8HvwhFvEI/TddPaY_QZTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3OWa-vrYdxQ/s1600/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609039175716201778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu8HvwhFvEI/TddPaY_QZTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3OWa-vrYdxQ/s320/IMG_1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Besides playing on Dillon's bed, the babies and Dillon love to pile up pillows in the family room and crawl, dive, build forts, etc. with them. Most days I can count on needing to put pillows back onto couches upstairs, in the basement or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pef5F2Y1Ijw/TdXlklhx6XI/AAAAAAAAAws/qwmtps4tneI/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608641327671667058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pef5F2Y1Ijw/TdXlklhx6XI/AAAAAAAAAws/qwmtps4tneI/s320/IMG_1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that we have learned raising twins, it would be that children are born with their personalities. From the beginning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; has been our little pistol (Joe calls her his grizzly cub) and Isabel has been our calm little angel. However, once in a while Isabel has a naughty moment and pulls a move like unrolling the toilet paper as seen in the above picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0u9WeyQQMk/TdXk3nBiztI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WG5tbZbE1Lc/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608640554979217106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0u9WeyQQMk/TdXk3nBiztI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WG5tbZbE1Lc/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is Joe just having a nice calm relaxing time after work watching TV. I mean really I don't know why people always say twins are so much work :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0IdFCHjOZQ/TdXm0uV3J0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/cr4CQjoLeOU/s1600/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642704427132738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0IdFCHjOZQ/TdXm0uV3J0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/cr4CQjoLeOU/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here are a few random pictures from the last couple of months. This picture is of the girls in my family at Jessi's (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;) dance recital in California. She graduates this year and we were able to go their and watch her last performance. It was a fun, fun weekend. Joe had an equally fun weekend staying home and enjoying our pleasant children :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-biTKzSUuUWI/TdXmmXT1p6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/KttV-aUHH2Y/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642457726461858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-biTKzSUuUWI/TdXmmXT1p6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/KttV-aUHH2Y/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We signed Dillon up for soccer this spring and this picture is pretty much a tell-tell of how his soccer games went. Let's just say Dillon didn't really "play" soccer I'm pretty sure he just went to run around and get the team snack at the end. Go Pirates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5462486445217351032?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5462486445217351032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5462486445217351032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5462486445217351032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5462486445217351032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-busy-babies.html' title='Busy Busy Babies'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iE6294T0Qfk/Tdat9t2bUTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/A82Fp-Xd4Z8/s72-c/IMG_1267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8328930102276568324</id><published>2011-02-18T23:36:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:11:28.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life with two babies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVR9ri-tSlI/TV906aeIpUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/sTO6jjChaQY/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575303410594915650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVR9ri-tSlI/TV906aeIpUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/sTO6jjChaQY/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know that you are in-over-your-head when you go to Target and your shopping cart looks like this. I've become quite the pro at arranging my purchase items on the bottom rack of a shopping cart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FC5wYcFuDHc/TV92QHVw6LI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LUlazHoJmIo/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575304882928281778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FC5wYcFuDHc/TV92QHVw6LI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LUlazHoJmIo/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeding time is fun, fun times at our house.  It usually goes like this - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; protests every bite I give Isabel, Isabel blows bubbles with her food, Isabel nearly falls out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; chair trying to look at her reflection in the glass table top and then they both cry bloody murder when you wash their faces.  Like I said fun, fun times :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCw11gvG1Ys/TV92A9SNukI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hVdVHE_Qfjk/s1600/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575304622531000898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCw11gvG1Ys/TV92A9SNukI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hVdVHE_Qfjk/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;These little girls are as different as you could possibly imagine.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; pistol and Isabel is my calm easy-going baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQXzCvzZUfs/TV92gu1yohI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ta0QKn1RrwQ/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575305168409502226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQXzCvzZUfs/TV92gu1yohI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ta0QKn1RrwQ/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; moving.  She started crawling at the beginning of January and hasn't stopped since.  When you hold her on your lap be prepared to get an arm workout and get ready to stand up because you've got places to go and things to look at.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do7HAk1N9aM/TV92nQ9Wf9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/AnOlzm8LytI/s1600/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575305280647233490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do7HAk1N9aM/TV92nQ9Wf9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/AnOlzm8LytI/s320/IMG_1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel on the other hand, is not crawling yet.  She could sit on the floor surrounded by toys and be content all day.  She is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; and loves to watch and laugh at her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; brother Dillon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayla's Shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZozOZJlZPSc/TV93vmA3CaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/1FezlZ_jEhM/s1600/IMG_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575306523249674658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZozOZJlZPSc/TV93vmA3CaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/1FezlZ_jEhM/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister was in town (she currently lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt;) for the week and we had a shower for her.  She is having a little baby girl.  If you are wondering who is pregnant in this picture it is the girl in purple.  You may have a hard time determining that because she doesn't look pregnant at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XrYazAc9bI/TV94Ba8N4xI/AAAAAAAAAwU/CYilfGFMCIQ/s1600/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575306829515055890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XrYazAc9bI/TV94Ba8N4xI/AAAAAAAAAwU/CYilfGFMCIQ/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is Isabel and her beautiful Auntie Kelli.  The babies came to the shower too.  They weren't going to miss out on any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8328930102276568324?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8328930102276568324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8328930102276568324' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8328930102276568324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8328930102276568324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch-Up Time'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVR9ri-tSlI/TV906aeIpUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/sTO6jjChaQY/s72-c/IMG_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8944403572371540490</id><published>2011-01-23T13:20:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:31:58.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTyceyF2xEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/BQ5EAknOxqo/s1600/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565495292179432514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTyceyF2xEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/BQ5EAknOxqo/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Christmas was really fun this year because Dillon was all about the season.  He really got it this year and just ate-it-up.  This is Joe and Dillon's snowman.  Please notice the orange sand bucket as a special touch for the hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTycWvAWzjI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VM-CEdXimpA/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565495153912106546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTycWvAWzjI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VM-CEdXimpA/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is Dillon going to mail his letter to Santa.  He was very excited when Santa mailed him a letter back.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTydbyPQGsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/XkAtnfOBB7Q/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565496340190862018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTydbyPQGsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/XkAtnfOBB7Q/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Most of Dillon's Christmas was pirate themed.  He is so into trains that we are trying to get him to branch out.  However, we failed the pirate ship hasn't really been played with, I keep telling myself he will be into it someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTydIRSq1JI/AAAAAAAAAvA/oDivNO2kPLg/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565496004929311890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTydIRSq1JI/AAAAAAAAAvA/oDivNO2kPLg/s320/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; We spent Christmas Eve night and Christmas morning at my sister Monica's house.  We have always gone somewhere for Christmas and so it seemed very anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;climatic&lt;/span&gt; to just stay home.  We thought it would be fun for Dillon to have other kids to spend Christmas morning with.  I'm sure someday when the babies are a little older and can participate a little more we'll try the Christmas at home thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8944403572371540490?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8944403572371540490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8944403572371540490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8944403572371540490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8944403572371540490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTyceyF2xEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/BQ5EAknOxqo/s72-c/IMG_0955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8535563977751645063</id><published>2011-01-23T13:13:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:36:25.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkxKYp2W87Q/TV9yJWjy-kI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UUUH4Eb1ToU/s1600/Saddle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575300368708074050" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkxKYp2W87Q/TV9yJWjy-kI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UUUH4Eb1ToU/s320/Saddle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We fianlly got around to blessing the babies on Thanksgiving Day at my Dad and Suni's house. The babies were 6 months old so we thought it was about time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk_bdv7WYjo/TV9yhHkiHKI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1wLN8vHy8FM/s1600/IMG_1596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575300777001491618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk_bdv7WYjo/TV9yhHkiHKI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1wLN8vHy8FM/s320/IMG_1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isabel Lou and Adalyn Mae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTyafsmtaII/AAAAAAAAAug/jEs9oTdG0Sk/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565493108863232130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TTyafsmtaII/AAAAAAAAAug/jEs9oTdG0Sk/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins with Auntie Kelli and Auntie Monica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8535563977751645063?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8535563977751645063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8535563977751645063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8535563977751645063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8535563977751645063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkxKYp2W87Q/TV9yJWjy-kI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UUUH4Eb1ToU/s72-c/Saddle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7477257000831867830</id><published>2010-12-08T22:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:45:23.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon's a big boy now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TQB5z5emlGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1wZpanP2aqU/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548568673429918818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TQB5z5emlGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1wZpanP2aqU/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yahoo! In addition to sleeping in a big-boy's bed, for a couple of months now, Dillon is pleased to announce he is potty-trained!  Dillon's Mom was going to wait until after the holidays to potty-train him.  However, Dillon suddenly decided he was ready, 2 weeks ago, and has been perfect about it ever since.  I guess there is something to say about a child being ready on their time. He is a big-boy now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7477257000831867830?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7477257000831867830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7477257000831867830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7477257000831867830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7477257000831867830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/dillons-big-boy-now.html' title='Dillon&apos;s a big boy now!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TQB5z5emlGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1wZpanP2aqU/s72-c/IMG_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1652085175726595023</id><published>2010-10-28T21:22:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:17:33.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpbplNVwAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VBTxoUiGNzY/s1600/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533335862098903042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpbplNVwAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VBTxoUiGNzY/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We spent last weekend at a friend's cabin. Joe built this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zipline&lt;/span&gt; and the little kids loved it. Dillon wanted to go down again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpbV0SegQI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fLi_-2LaKSc/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533335522549596418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpbV0SegQI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fLi_-2LaKSc/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon has a really nice Dad that took him on ride-after-ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpbFZBnY2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/-h9pUu-zJio/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533335240353211234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpbFZBnY2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/-h9pUu-zJio/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon went to Wheeler Farm with his preschool class. They went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; patch and Dillon picked out this sweet pumpkin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpa0IVJsoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/A5ibpbM3doY/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533334943813972610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpa0IVJsoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/A5ibpbM3doY/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was lucky enough to get to go on the wagon ride with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yahooing&lt;/span&gt;" Dillon at Wheeler Farm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaYN6XnQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/YzU5gPrF57o/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533334464275913986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaYN6XnQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/YzU5gPrF57o/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the farm at Thanksgiving point and once again we were lucky enough to go on a wagon ride. This time it was Mom "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yahooing&lt;/span&gt;" :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaRqEfLDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/VQpUS_5xLSg/s1600/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533334351575460914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaRqEfLDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/VQpUS_5xLSg/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon loved the pony rides and had to go twice while we were there to get his fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaIdcFODI/AAAAAAAAAtU/k5YZ8JZqWa8/s1600/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533334193565939762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaIdcFODI/AAAAAAAAAtU/k5YZ8JZqWa8/s320/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove the Alpine Loop to see the fall colors. Joe was able to enjoy them, being the driver, the rest of us somehow feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; through part of it :). - What can I say, we're sleep deprived around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaqpSyGLI/AAAAAAAAAts/4X7PEAE5CA8/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533334780863715506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpaqpSyGLI/AAAAAAAAAts/4X7PEAE5CA8/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We have to have a picture of the girls in this post. Here are Isabel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; with Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suni&lt;/span&gt;. Notice that they do have hair. Joe just buzzed it off again - poor girls, it better grow in nice and even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1652085175726595023?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1652085175726595023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1652085175726595023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1652085175726595023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1652085175726595023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TMpbplNVwAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VBTxoUiGNzY/s72-c/IMG_0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-985083118919095894</id><published>2010-10-04T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:46:37.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>Below is a link to our family pictures.  They have not been cropped or photoshopped yet.  You are seeing us in our raw beauty :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.busath.com/mmcallister/"&gt;http://my.busath.com/mmcallister/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-985083118919095894?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/985083118919095894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=985083118919095894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/985083118919095894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/985083118919095894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6839351337224739020</id><published>2010-09-16T18:49:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:28:54.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517713280094532018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLa_oB9cbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xJmXh5RK3EY/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon is going to 2-year-old preschool. He loves it. Joe laughs that Dillon will be in preschool almost as long as he will high school. However, I think it will be good for Dillon to have a chance to get out of the house. With these babies we don't get out as much as we used to :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLbKICsq2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/1ikkiA25xDY/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517713460486253410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLbKICsq2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/1ikkiA25xDY/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can't tell by this picture, Dillon is excited and ready to go "hurry mom, hurry".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517712340754606226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLaI8t3qJI/AAAAAAAAAs0/O2HYdrf3wfU/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We spent a day in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uintas&lt;/span&gt; labor day weekend. It amazes me how kids (Joe included) don't seem to notice when water is freezing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLczLg4vgI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yk_Q-1tsEik/s1600/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517715265304444418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLczLg4vgI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yk_Q-1tsEik/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Like I said above, it amazes me what kids (Joe) will do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt; of how freezing the water is.  Joe dared our nephew to go under too.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daxton&lt;/span&gt; said "no thanks" he's starting to get too smart for Joe's stunts :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLZR0AbvcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zECtEEB_gtw/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517711393523744194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLZR0AbvcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zECtEEB_gtw/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel don't really seem to notice each other yet.  However, they always seem to get tangled or hit each other when they are near.  I wonder if it's really a ploy and they are aware of each other and just like to be able to play innocent and get at each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517711580058226082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLZcq5uDaI/AAAAAAAAAss/vTJ-ZNGGYJM/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLZHkrwzPI/AAAAAAAAAsc/-UH8zV_334o/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517711217611820274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLZHkrwzPI/AAAAAAAAAsc/-UH8zV_334o/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and sometimes they like to try to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLYkkIoW7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Qutb78BlLmg/s1600/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517710616169044914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLYkkIoW7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Qutb78BlLmg/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dillon is still a big fan of his babies.  Isabel was having tummy time (aka crying time) and Dillon decided to take his trains in her room and play with her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLYbvDUTBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KFYAfRV0j-c/s1600/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517710464480726034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLYbvDUTBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KFYAfRV0j-c/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; has gotten quite a makeover this month.  First, Joe buzzed her hair off.  We have a thing against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;patchy&lt;/span&gt;, stringy baby hair.  Our goal is for her hair to now grow in even.  The twins also got their ears pierced.  It's been quite the month - high excitement around here :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6839351337224739020?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6839351337224739020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6839351337224739020' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6839351337224739020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6839351337224739020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-month.html' title='Our Month'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TJLa_oB9cbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xJmXh5RK3EY/s72-c/IMG_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-2423521471898953547</id><published>2010-08-24T13:25:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:22:51.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Pictures Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ5k2f7JiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2UYP_HXKeRM/s1600/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091549448447522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ5k2f7JiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2UYP_HXKeRM/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Dillon's first time bowling.  He dominated!  He had a hard time waiting his turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; :) kids, but loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ5WJzm2rI/AAAAAAAAAr0/pF4j_MJ-Hb4/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091296933239474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ5WJzm2rI/AAAAAAAAAr0/pF4j_MJ-Hb4/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The twins are fans of hiking.  We have been doing a lot of easy (Dillon walkable) hikes this summer and have had a lot of fun getting out (something that is sometimes hard to do with (3) kids under three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ5Lp-V__I/AAAAAAAAArs/RLv2yDyEDFg/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091116589645810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ5Lp-V__I/AAAAAAAAArs/RLv2yDyEDFg/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ4756idFI/AAAAAAAAArk/DPgDQ1n_Pxg/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509090845990745170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ4756idFI/AAAAAAAAArk/DPgDQ1n_Pxg/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Child Labor :).  Dillon loves to help feed the babies.  He doesn't last long, but loves to help start us off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-2423521471898953547?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2423521471898953547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=2423521471898953547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2423521471898953547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2423521471898953547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-pictures-continued.html' title='Summer Pictures Continued'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/THQ5k2f7JiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2UYP_HXKeRM/s72-c/IMG_0664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8900034470794048135</id><published>2010-08-12T14:46:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:01:48.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR7NaUNtSI/AAAAAAAAArY/Nqm1OcZdR_c/s1600/IMG_8502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504660114886210850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR7NaUNtSI/AAAAAAAAArY/Nqm1OcZdR_c/s320/IMG_8502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dillon has started making requests for certain activities.  "A Party" "Park" "Ride the Train" (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; Thomas the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt;, but he settled for Joe taking him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trax&lt;/span&gt;) and "Mountains".  Last weekend we headed for the mountains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR7GDqy-OI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CKnzAZJWzc0/s1600/IMG_8501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504659988547827938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR7GDqy-OI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CKnzAZJWzc0/s320/IMG_8501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our friends took us with them on a picnic and to ride 4-wheelers.  Dillon was a huge fan.  His wind-blown 80's hair showed that he had a good time :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR68QGEtPI/AAAAAAAAArI/Q6385qxaiOg/s1600/IMG_8489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504659820084770034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR68QGEtPI/AAAAAAAAArI/Q6385qxaiOg/s320/IMG_8489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm starting to get scared that Dillon has Joe's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of caution (which in zero).  I don't need another break-every-bone-in-my-body person, Joe is enough :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR61AtDr5I/AAAAAAAAArA/MdyO5HjJZOc/s1600/IMG_8492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504659695694229394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR61AtDr5I/AAAAAAAAArA/MdyO5HjJZOc/s320/IMG_8492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon had a great time hanging out with all of his lady-friends (as Joe calls them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR6sMJJOxI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jFkLggOkHn0/s1600/IMG_8481+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504659544146000658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR6sMJJOxI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jFkLggOkHn0/s320/IMG_8481+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon and his lady friends at Silver Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8900034470794048135?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8900034470794048135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8900034470794048135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8900034470794048135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8900034470794048135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/playing-in-mountains.html' title='Playing in the Mountains'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TGR7NaUNtSI/AAAAAAAAArY/Nqm1OcZdR_c/s72-c/IMG_8502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4970605175663027865</id><published>2010-08-04T15:54:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:12:36.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn_OKHFzuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Uiwtb9AgojU/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501709038507118306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn_OKHFzuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Uiwtb9AgojU/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We have had a pretty low-key summer this year. Having new baby twins has kept us close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-7uBlSzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TlPcKqVHWiM/s1600/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501708721730177842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-7uBlSzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TlPcKqVHWiM/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We did rent a cabin by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Panguitch&lt;/span&gt; Lake and Joe and Dillon were able to dominate fishing the lake :). One of the twins didn't think the Great Outdoors was that great (just kidding) the other was impartial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-vFgTR6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/-25SfHtpUDM/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501708504694736802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-vFgTR6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/-25SfHtpUDM/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a peek at our really really effective tummy time :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-iL6BYOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rd8es_EHPD0/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501708283074928866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-iL6BYOI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rd8es_EHPD0/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We did make it to the Zoo. If you are wondering how you take (3) kids under three to the Zoo. This stroller a.k.a "The dog sled" is how. A double stroller with a sit-and-stand for Dillon. We are so a travelling circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-W76etXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/woHjd3PfWDY/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501708089803322738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-W76etXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/woHjd3PfWDY/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon loves to hold the babies. He whispers "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt;" to them when they are sad. He gives them little pats to make them feel better and sings a varied version of the ABC's to cheer them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-N5OFSXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/EuBRj0CpSQE/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501707934461413746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn-N5OFSXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/EuBRj0CpSQE/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We did make it to Bear Lake. Dillon loved riding the jet ski, playing in the sand, and "fishing" with his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn9-_E6L4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/S27XEXPqj6Y/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501707678335512450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn9-_E6L4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/S27XEXPqj6Y/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins took a more laid back approach and slept most of the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adalyn's&lt;/span&gt; favorite spot was on Auntie Amber's lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4970605175663027865?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4970605175663027865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4970605175663027865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4970605175663027865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4970605175663027865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-summer.html' title='Our Summer'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn_OKHFzuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Uiwtb9AgojU/s72-c/IMG_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7365640907092382267</id><published>2010-08-04T15:45:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:49:05.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when Mom feeds the babies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn7vTT07nI/AAAAAAAAApo/jKZe9hAAIKM/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501705209865629298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn7vTT07nI/AAAAAAAAApo/jKZe9hAAIKM/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; I thought Dillon was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; coloring at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; table in his Thomas the Train coloring book.  He was sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt;, but he wasn't coloring in his book, but rather on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn72RI_veI/AAAAAAAAApw/87yJD3AL6wQ/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501705329542413794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn72RI_veI/AAAAAAAAApw/87yJD3AL6wQ/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pictures don't do it justice.  Thank goodness for washable markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7365640907092382267?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7365640907092382267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7365640907092382267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7365640907092382267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7365640907092382267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-you-do-when-mom-feeds-babies.html' title='What do you do when Mom feeds the babies?'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TFn7vTT07nI/AAAAAAAAApo/jKZe9hAAIKM/s72-c/IMG_0596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1811737499339653566</id><published>2010-06-13T12:17:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:26:52.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dillon's" Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU9GZaMaqI/AAAAAAAAApg/I8KT8YPfJoo/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482355301502708386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU9GZaMaqI/AAAAAAAAApg/I8KT8YPfJoo/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon likes to lay down and hang out with the babies.  He likes to help Mom and give them "pats" when I am burping them.  If they are crying he alerts me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; and tells me that they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; and heads for the cupboard where we keep their bottles.  When getting up in the morning he first sets out to locate his babies.  We have had to pull a dinning room chair up to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt; table so that Dillon can supervise diaper and clothing changes in order to make sure they are done right.  Dillon loves his babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU84NC8JXI/AAAAAAAAApY/7ILygYmew-A/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482355057665779058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU84NC8JXI/AAAAAAAAApY/7ILygYmew-A/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is how our weekend mornings look.  After their early morning bottle the babies like to lay by Joe and catch a little more sleep before getting up for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1811737499339653566?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1811737499339653566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1811737499339653566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1811737499339653566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1811737499339653566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dillons-babies.html' title='&quot;Dillon&apos;s&quot; Babies'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU9GZaMaqI/AAAAAAAAApg/I8KT8YPfJoo/s72-c/IMG_0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-2220940502388415057</id><published>2010-06-13T11:45:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:16:24.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon's Day with Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU2OE75wiI/AAAAAAAAAow/Wp23Ooh18SU/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482347736864506402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU2OE75wiI/AAAAAAAAAow/Wp23Ooh18SU/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dillon has a few loves in life and one of them is trians (in particular Thomas and his friends).  Joe took Dillon to ride Thomas the Train.  Dillon loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU2XdC2csI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-anVq6Zj5-o/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482347897954923202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU2XdC2csI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-anVq6Zj5-o/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon thought he was pretty offical handing the conductor his ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU2jklf4lI/AAAAAAAAApA/UZyl6NGVHo0/s1600/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482348106137723474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU2jklf4lI/AAAAAAAAApA/UZyl6NGVHo0/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to Joe, Dillon was the #1 fan on the train.  While other children were timid or not really getting what was going on, Dillon was running up and down the aisles whooping and hollering - loving every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU279EhVKI/AAAAAAAAApI/kcv9ead-bCY/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482348525027153058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU279EhVKI/AAAAAAAAApI/kcv9ead-bCY/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random - These pictures are from Wheeler Farm.  Dillon had a great time "driving" the tractor, but at the same time it was big enough to make him a little nervous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU4RPHOFcI/AAAAAAAAApQ/sMBbVtUBDUg/s1600/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482349990159193538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU4RPHOFcI/AAAAAAAAApQ/sMBbVtUBDUg/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Notice that Dillon is the only child in the stream at Wheeler Farm.  This could be for a number of reasons, a couple being there were ducks and geese all around and because it was freezing cold.  However, neither of these reasons deterred Dillon.  He loved chasing the ducks and managing to get freezing red feet at the encouragement of his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-2220940502388415057?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2220940502388415057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=2220940502388415057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2220940502388415057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2220940502388415057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dillons-day-with-thomas.html' title='Dillon&apos;s Day with Thomas'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBU2OE75wiI/AAAAAAAAAow/Wp23Ooh18SU/s72-c/IMG_0557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1414293958623380566</id><published>2010-06-13T11:09:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:26:33.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twins are Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBUtN1sB4bI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WuG4t3cfgFM/s1600/DSC_2590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482337837166748082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBUtN1sB4bI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WuG4t3cfgFM/s320/DSC_2590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our (very :)) spontaneous twins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; Mae (Baby A) and Isabel Lou (Baby B) were born 05/20/2010 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; at 2:37 p.m. and Isabel at 2:41 p.m.).  If you can't tell by the picture they are not identical.  We did not have to do any tests to determine if they were identical, because they had different blood types. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBUtmkHyoSI/AAAAAAAAAog/E3pp8DLGGf4/s1600/DSC_2597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482338261948080418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBUtmkHyoSI/AAAAAAAAAog/E3pp8DLGGf4/s320/DSC_2597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a picture of the twins coming home.  Joe bought Dillon birthday presents when he was born and followed that tradition by buying the twins some as well.  It is always a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; as to what he will get, but pink bb guns were an obvious must :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBUuAbuiv-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/H8l8Qmb5Qug/s1600/DSC_2660_Done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482338706371297250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBUuAbuiv-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/H8l8Qmb5Qug/s320/DSC_2660_Done.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon loves his new little sisters.  If you ask him they are "Dillon's babies".  He likes to give them pats on the back of their heads and exclaim how "cute" they are.  We are now a family with not (1) but (3) kids - crazy, crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1414293958623380566?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1414293958623380566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1414293958623380566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1414293958623380566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1414293958623380566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/twins-are-here.html' title='The Twins are Here!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/TBUtN1sB4bI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WuG4t3cfgFM/s72-c/DSC_2590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8352110482458906107</id><published>2010-03-07T12:55:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:33:37.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTtI567nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/QZlWSsE3NQs/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445999515603234418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTtI567nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/QZlWSsE3NQs/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon has been a busy boy the last couple of months. This is his new electric toothbrush that he got for Valentines day (he is so spoiled :)). Dillon loves to brush his teeth and does all throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTnxefUfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/UwpAmFkP7Ag/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445999423414817266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTnxefUfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/UwpAmFkP7Ag/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon is Joe's big time helper. We fixing up a couple of rooms in our house and Joe just couldn't do it all without Dillon's helping hand :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTaziOUwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/DZbdm0uVSWI/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445999200629052162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTaziOUwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/DZbdm0uVSWI/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All winter long Dillon refused to wear hats. He wouldn't wear the hood of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;, beanies, nothing. However, take him to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;work site&lt;/span&gt; and he will be all over his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;safty&lt;/span&gt; hat :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTQV4eWmI/AAAAAAAAAnw/HoNym73KnLo/s1600-h/IMG_0255_0292_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445999020870621794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTQV4eWmI/AAAAAAAAAnw/HoNym73KnLo/s320/IMG_0255_0292_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon decided one day to go into his room and undress himself. When I called for him this is what he came out wearing. He was a little upset that I was taking a picture of him rather than helping him fix his pant problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTGNCc38I/AAAAAAAAAno/QPm2hLsi4Iw/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445998846697856962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTGNCc38I/AAAAAAAAAno/QPm2hLsi4Iw/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon has been taking tumbling. After learning zero skills, but having a lot of fun, Dillon maintains his "busy boy" tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8352110482458906107?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8352110482458906107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8352110482458906107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8352110482458906107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8352110482458906107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-little-boy.html' title='Busy Little Boy'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QTtI567nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/QZlWSsE3NQs/s72-c/IMG_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7853634872498486953</id><published>2010-02-05T14:33:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:54:20.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt; Mae &amp;amp; Isabel Lou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are excited to announce that &lt;strong&gt;twin&lt;/strong&gt; girls will be joining our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are due June 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but will most likely be joining us in May (I was told I would be started one of the last (2) weeks in May if they hadn't come already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently I am 26 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Twins were a total surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QQ42zZGbI/AAAAAAAAAng/VjScfJJAPeE/s1600-h/IMG_0249_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445996418367560114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QQ42zZGbI/AAAAAAAAAng/VjScfJJAPeE/s320/IMG_0249_0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This ultra-sound was taken at 11 weeks.  It is hard to tell anything other than there are two sacks with babies. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7853634872498486953?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7853634872498486953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7853634872498486953' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7853634872498486953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7853634872498486953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/adalyn-mae-isabel-lou-we-are-excited-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/S5QQ42zZGbI/AAAAAAAAAng/VjScfJJAPeE/s72-c/IMG_0249_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4331754971360156100</id><published>2009-12-31T21:30:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:59:49.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in California!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2K5z6uXMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/p8ZkLMXBdQA/s1600-h/IMG_0262_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421642252217638082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2K5z6uXMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/p8ZkLMXBdQA/s320/IMG_0262_0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We decided to do something different for Christmas this year. We decided a non-cold-snow Christmas on the central coast of California was in order. We spent Christmas at my sister Monica's house with her family, my Dad and brother Todd. We started our action-packed Christmas Holiday stay at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; Bay Aquarium. Dillon and Joe loved checking out the starfish (which you are not supposed to take out of the water).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2KxrLfq8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/-a1Wwj7Otoc/s1600-h/IMG_0283_0278_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421642112433105858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2KxrLfq8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/-a1Wwj7Otoc/s320/IMG_0283_0278_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dillon-the-seahorse loved just about everything at the aquarium. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2MZ9usolI/AAAAAAAAAnY/LZeItUH5pRw/s1600-h/IMG_0287_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421643904118989394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2MZ9usolI/AAAAAAAAAnY/LZeItUH5pRw/s320/IMG_0287_0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a good thing that we went to the water play area last.  As soon as Dillon started playing there, he didn't want to go anywhere else.  Even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;penguins&lt;/span&gt; next door couldn't draw any interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2Kncu0yzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/eq6XcCsQ89U/s1600-h/STA_0289_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421641936756067122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2Kncu0yzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/eq6XcCsQ89U/s320/STA_0289_0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After the aquarium we went to the Dennis the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Menace&lt;/span&gt; Park (which was awesome) and ate lunch.  Joe wanted a picture of our "Dennis" with the statue of Dennis.  However, Dillon wasn't really down with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2KQTS74oI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DeVcUoCLXjA/s1600-h/IMG_0304_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421641539086180994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2KQTS74oI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DeVcUoCLXjA/s320/IMG_0304_0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The day after Christmas we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monarch&lt;/span&gt; butterfly grove and the beach.  Joe started climbing trees at the beach and of course all of the kids joined in that activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2KHRr2PFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GUIaTd_C5qM/s1600-h/IMG_0313_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421641384034974802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2KHRr2PFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GUIaTd_C5qM/s320/IMG_0313_0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon was all about climbing the trees with Dad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2JvbuLCNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/8VVcPvGqXEc/s1600-h/IMG_0316_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421640974412220626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2JvbuLCNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/8VVcPvGqXEc/s320/IMG_0316_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just couldn't understand why he couldn't keep going higher and higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2JgXLLTeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qmPatfNgkXU/s1600-h/IMG_0317_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421640715493658082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2JgXLLTeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qmPatfNgkXU/s320/IMG_0317_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a cold day for the beach, but Dillon had fun running up and down the shore line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2JVgxiZFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8IYlxkZGWNY/s1600-h/IMG_0323_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421640529091912786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2JVgxiZFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8IYlxkZGWNY/s320/IMG_0323_0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the beach we all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Solvang&lt;/span&gt; (a Dutch inspired town) and ate all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pastries&lt;/span&gt; we could find.  We had a great time in California and didn't miss the snow a bit :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4331754971360156100?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4331754971360156100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4331754971360156100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4331754971360156100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4331754971360156100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-california.html' title='Christmas in California!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sz2K5z6uXMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/p8ZkLMXBdQA/s72-c/IMG_0262_0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4475074001153394559</id><published>2009-11-25T15:02:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:18:17.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408182269799778802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw25Ht_7SfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9ArYpk7gF28/s320/IMG_0204_0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our "baby" Dillon turned 2 this month.  Of course his party was all about trains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24dqLbWJI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8RVMLEXDfFk/s1600/IMG_0215_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408181547219769490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24dqLbWJI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8RVMLEXDfFk/s320/IMG_0215_0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dillon was excited about his train table and so was his Mom.  Having our own train table means that we don't have to stay at Barns and Noble for extended periods of time playing with theirs :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24XMF4UXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mayfNGv7zGk/s1600/IMG_0219_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408181436064223602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24XMF4UXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mayfNGv7zGk/s320/IMG_0219_0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe took Dillon on a tram ride, which Dillon loved.  He pranced all around the tram car helping everyone to feel the excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24QQDMcMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/dEVkEZYu6ug/s1600/IMG_0223_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408181316867616962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24QQDMcMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/dEVkEZYu6ug/s320/IMG_0223_0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon loved wondering around the top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; looking for snow to crunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24IV-lh7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/83wgUF7JZus/s1600/IMG_0239_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408181181019948978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw24IV-lh7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/83wgUF7JZus/s320/IMG_0239_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend Joe took Dillon up the canyon to play in the snow.  Joe showed Dillon the fun and art of sliding on the icy snow (which shockingly Dillon didn't catch onto - except to fall).  Dillon much prefers to walk around crunching the snow beneath him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4475074001153394559?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4475074001153394559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4475074001153394559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4475074001153394559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4475074001153394559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/dillons-birthday.html' title='Dillon&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw25Ht_7SfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9ArYpk7gF28/s72-c/IMG_0204_0180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6363970633945702229</id><published>2009-11-25T14:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:02:08.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuggets Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw22UJtRnuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6RfEGT62Low/s1600/IMG_0128_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408179184861290210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw22UJtRnuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6RfEGT62Low/s320/IMG_0128_0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Dillon's new love in life.  Chicken Nuggets.  Dillon would like to have nuggets for breakfast (as seen above), lunch and dinner.  However, his mean Mom limits his nugget love to one meal per day.  Dillon will open the freezer and find the chicken nuggets, he will then open the refrigerator and find the ketchup and give it a good shake (hello - who likes icky ketchup juices) he then finds anyone around who will put them in the microwave for him.  Yum, Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6363970633945702229?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6363970633945702229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6363970633945702229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6363970633945702229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6363970633945702229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/nuggets-please.html' title='Nuggets Please'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sw22UJtRnuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6RfEGT62Low/s72-c/IMG_0128_0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-3782655949146076407</id><published>2009-11-03T20:51:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:12:33.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJqKya2MI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1pSctMVZ8_g/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400108048248920258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJqKya2MI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1pSctMVZ8_g/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon was all over Halloween this year.  Previously, he had thrown a fit every time I tried to put his overalls and hat on (train conductor costume).  However, when it came to the real-deal-candy-getting-time, he didn't utter a complaint and did what had to be done - wear the costume.  We went to my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; house and trick-or-treated with his kids as well as my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ladd's&lt;/span&gt;.  Dillon didn't miss a beat stepping up and getting his candy.  However, instead of saying trick-or-treat, he gave everyone a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;" as any good train conductor would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJjjiHIEI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ARrjs4pUJPU/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107934632321090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJjjiHIEI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ARrjs4pUJPU/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went truck-or-treating the night before Halloween, which gave him some good practice and got him into the mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJaT4yMMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/8hjuXPjFQyE/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107775813628098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJaT4yMMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/8hjuXPjFQyE/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A couple of weekends before Halloween we took Dillon to Gardner Village to see the witches and go to the petting-zoo.  He thought the witches were okay, but he was all over the petting-zoo.  Each animal got a pet on the head, multiple times, and was also told what sound they made (sheep - a loud "Baa").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJPNkUl3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/YYbBGbOf57A/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107585138628466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJPNkUl3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/YYbBGbOf57A/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that I enjoyed the witches more than Dillon did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEI_SWDd_I/AAAAAAAAAko/zYUFsz-H_aU/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107311543056370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEI_SWDd_I/AAAAAAAAAko/zYUFsz-H_aU/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; The weekend before Halloween, we went to the American Heritage Center (in Logan) with my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ladd's&lt;/span&gt; family.  We had fun with all their Halloween activities.  Dillon of course was all about their train and had to ride it multiple times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-3782655949146076407?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3782655949146076407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=3782655949146076407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3782655949146076407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3782655949146076407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SvEJqKya2MI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1pSctMVZ8_g/s72-c/IMG_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8702227231312361431</id><published>2009-09-28T21:00:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:12:23.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGWJBOXb7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/83Ost3aUMNU/s1600-h/0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751711003504562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGWJBOXb7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/83Ost3aUMNU/s320/0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our latest and greatest :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGWBMrKUVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aJprg9KtsXw/s1600-h/0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751576638116178" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGWBMrKUVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aJprg9KtsXw/s320/0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon was sick the day these were taken.  We felt lucky to get what we could - the little rascal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGV1K7B1OI/AAAAAAAAAkI/kgBPCa-8a8M/s1600-h/0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751370009367778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGV1K7B1OI/AAAAAAAAAkI/kgBPCa-8a8M/s320/0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We guess we kind of like him :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGVtKFiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/RU3NyqVPFjA/s1600-h/0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751232346047442" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGVtKFiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/RU3NyqVPFjA/s320/0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little "cotton-headed-ninny-muggin", "Dill-weed", "Dilly Bar", "Dilly Doodles".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGVi1AyYdI/AAAAAAAAAj4/KIHeJv6ZSpE/s1600-h/0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751054890295762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGVi1AyYdI/AAAAAAAAAj4/KIHeJv6ZSpE/s320/0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents and brothers &amp;amp; sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGVVT2oBFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O1UEOmT1WK0/s1600-h/0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386750822651003986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGVVT2oBFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O1UEOmT1WK0/s320/0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8702227231312361431?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8702227231312361431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8702227231312361431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8702227231312361431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8702227231312361431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SsGWJBOXb7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/83Ost3aUMNU/s72-c/0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5378500663099618825</id><published>2009-08-28T14:29:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:15:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Dillon's mom is out of town, we can pretty much do whatever we want and not get in trouble. For example, we can have graham crackers and frosting for breakfast and then go fishing in the Uintas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375146143150077874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Spha8D5Fd7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/1ViomW0hasA/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Unfortuneatly, when I decided to take Dillon up to the Christmas Meadows, I figured we would do some fishing and just hang out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the creek. That lasted about two and a half minutes (see pic above) and then Dillon decided he wanted to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375153034204936338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SphhNLEl-JI/AAAAAAAAAjk/JlDFmd-Ufq4/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Dillon's "I just fell in a freezing cold river and got covered in mud" face!!! The funny thing is...after a few minutes he stopped bawling and wanted to get back in?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375146163666165474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Spha9QUgHuI/AAAAAAAAAic/jWCjaGb1wVw/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Instead, we went back to the truck to change his clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375146180384799954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Spha-OmiPNI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZRGA5YCN47A/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Except, we didn't have any extra clothes. So instead, Dillon was rockin' his fishing diaper the rest of the day.  I was pretty impressed, he figured out how to reel it in pretty fast.  The hard part was getting him to leave it in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375149097700791970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SphdoCc3lqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/mmJBn5CT8pE/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HEY DAD...I GOT IT ALL TANGLED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sphb-pCJ39I/AAAAAAAAAis/jBPNhw9zib0/s1600-h/Christmas+Meadows_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147286991593426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sphb-pCJ39I/AAAAAAAAAis/jBPNhw9zib0/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you fix this for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147304955440738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sphb_r9EbmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/E8yxSjRL4ok/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was trying to fix their fishing pole, these two knuckleheads decided to get back in the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147316832635810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SphcAYM0C6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/AQdcb6be_-4/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They pretty much spent the rest of the day throwing rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375148199449292338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SphczwNBbjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AaOPNDAPwWc/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And Mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375148214947216034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sphc0p8A-qI/AAAAAAAAAjU/I4ee1EYufG4/s320/Christmas+Meadows_0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Since mom's not there to stop us, why not cap off a good day fishing with an ice cold dewski and Cheetos? By the way, for those of you looking closely...yes that is blood coming out of his right eye. Don't ask! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5378500663099618825?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5378500663099618825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5378500663099618825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5378500663099618825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5378500663099618825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-time.html' title='MAN TIME'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Spha8D5Fd7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/1ViomW0hasA/s72-c/Christmas+Meadows_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-765848916327558746</id><published>2009-08-14T21:30:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:45:28.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZI6ONKwHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e8IO92ow_z4/s1600-h/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370059770768834674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZI6ONKwHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e8IO92ow_z4/s400/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Dillon would consider playing in a vehicle "big-time excitement".  He loves, loves to play in vehicles.  There are so many buttons to push and pretend driving to do.  My Dad's truck is his personal favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370059672003539170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZI0eRr8OI/AAAAAAAAAh8/s-Q5gX3nOAo/s400/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon is also getting to be quite the little cowboy.  Papa is teaching him early and well to "hold on to the saddle horn". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZIvOn-AtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HDKEN0FI530/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370059581902684882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZIvOn-AtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HDKEN0FI530/s400/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Contrary to his facial expressions, Dillon actually quite likes to ride Papa's horses.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZIGC3lRSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/19hTNHEToik/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370058874372310306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZIGC3lRSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/19hTNHEToik/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Bear Lake with my family and despite it being a little cold and Dillon not having a nap, he did pretty well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZIMaLA_JI/AAAAAAAAAhs/V_Ilh93qV-8/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370058983707049106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZIMaLA_JI/AAAAAAAAAhs/V_Ilh93qV-8/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course, I had to throw in a picture of Joe showing the kids his dazzling hand-walking skills.  They were totally impressed :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-765848916327558746?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/765848916327558746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=765848916327558746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/765848916327558746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/765848916327558746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SoZI6ONKwHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e8IO92ow_z4/s72-c/IMG_0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7478584802932040888</id><published>2009-08-09T20:28:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:44:45.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jXq81prI/AAAAAAAAAhU/F8o6huVYKrM/s1600-h/DSC_2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368188907910702770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jXq81prI/AAAAAAAAAhU/F8o6huVYKrM/s400/DSC_2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dillon and I spent a couple of days this week in Star Valley, WY at my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shalee's&lt;/span&gt; Parent's (Ron &amp;amp; Gail )house.  We had a great time hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shalee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kelsie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and their kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jRqTN8RI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Axtuf_NG1mY/s1600-h/DSC_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368188804656918802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jRqTN8RI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Axtuf_NG1mY/s400/DSC_2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; This was the first time that I got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shalee's&lt;/span&gt; little Tatum and she was such a fun beautiful little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jhcdTOhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fz5QC08-1fo/s1600-h/DSC_2202_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368189075819018770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jhcdTOhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fz5QC08-1fo/s400/DSC_2202_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon had a great time playing with Tatum, Mason, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kinley&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Taylee&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jKmzhk1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/STJ-r1w1XHM/s1600-h/DSC_2229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368188683459597138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jKmzhk1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/STJ-r1w1XHM/s400/DSC_2229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to get some good shots of Dillon and Tatum, but they preferred to just look at each other instead of the camera.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jCIaTqWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yemrwKWnn0Q/s1600-h/DSC_2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368188537861810530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jCIaTqWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yemrwKWnn0Q/s400/DSC_2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to get Dillon to give Tatum a kiss on the cheek, but he decided to give her one on her back instead :).  I love this picture of Tatum.  Isn't she such a sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7478584802932040888?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7478584802932040888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7478584802932040888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7478584802932040888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7478584802932040888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/wyoming-trip.html' title='Wyoming Trip'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sn-jXq81prI/AAAAAAAAAhU/F8o6huVYKrM/s72-c/DSC_2215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5135986673093345473</id><published>2009-07-28T18:15:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:26:42.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-x-uIBpCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vaLm2HMtEz0/s1600-h/DSC_2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363701372313248802" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-x-uIBpCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vaLm2HMtEz0/s400/DSC_2114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On Sunday we went on a hike up Little Cottonwood Canyon. It was beautiful and the cool mountain air felt great. In this picture Dillon is say "Go" as in "Ready-Set-Go" it's his newest thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-xuLJvHdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gwltN7mLuJA/s1600-h/DSC_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363701088047275474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-xuLJvHdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gwltN7mLuJA/s400/DSC_2124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon loved running around on the trails. We had to keep holding him back so that he didn't get going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-xYstwvaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_nVCwiryQgo/s1600-h/DSC_2148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363700719099624866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-xYstwvaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_nVCwiryQgo/s400/DSC_2148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The wildflowers were incredible. I wish the pictures could do it justice. Notice the dust on Dillon's shirt from biting the dust on one of his runs :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-w-65AOiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/o5CfjPuXzp0/s1600-h/DSC_2163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363700276228274722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-w-65AOiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/o5CfjPuXzp0/s400/DSC_2163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At the bottom of the trail were (2) moose. I bet no one knew that a moose says "moo" just like a cow - serious, just ask Dillon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5135986673093345473?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5135986673093345473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5135986673093345473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5135986673093345473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5135986673093345473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-sunday-we-went-on-hike-up-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sm-x-uIBpCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vaLm2HMtEz0/s72-c/DSC_2114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5274327054952018719</id><published>2009-07-26T15:05:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:25:23.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362910687725967602" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Smzi20gNWPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/skh0el-G5-Y/s400/DSC_2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; our neighborhood has a bike parade, lead by a firetruck, and a pancake breakfast. This year Joe made Dillon a covered wagon to make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; (at 10:00 p.m. the night before, I'm sure our neighbors were pleased :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmziwPg3vTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/SlTNi3xNfQA/s1600-h/DSC_2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362910574717418802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmziwPg3vTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/SlTNi3xNfQA/s400/DSC_2039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Dillon's sweet ride. A newly converted red-wagon to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sturdy&lt;/span&gt; buckboard wagon heading west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmzimgUqp_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/fMgpyfeDtVo/s1600-h/DSC_2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362910407430940658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmzimgUqp_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/fMgpyfeDtVo/s400/DSC_2045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was lucky enough to get to pull him around the neighborhood :). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmziIQHcbrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wNmTUUXaElI/s1600-h/DSC_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362909887684439730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmziIQHcbrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wNmTUUXaElI/s400/DSC_2085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dillon has an aversion to the camera that drives Joe crazy. This is a picture Joe got before Dillon realized what we were doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmzidNQkvfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RTbLQiUc0b8/s1600-h/DSC_2075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362910247694679538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmzidNQkvfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/RTbLQiUc0b8/s400/DSC_2075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture after he realized what we were doing. Hands in face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362909468987473106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Smzhv4WTvNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LvjLkc_T5Vs/s400/DSC_2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another picture after realizing his picture was being taken. Such an angel! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmzhotANNnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SNHeuSw9_OE/s1600-h/DSC_2104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362909345682896498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SmzhotANNnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SNHeuSw9_OE/s400/DSC_2104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon has found a new love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;. This is the spot he likes to sit at everyday while enjoying his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Smzkq8SvV4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/SAXI7Bwcp1E/s1600-h/DSC_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362912682681784194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Smzkq8SvV4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/SAXI7Bwcp1E/s400/DSC_2110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joe loves to comb Dillon's hair into different styles. Today was the 80's feather do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Smzkq8SvV4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/SAXI7Bwcp1E/s1600-h/DSC_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5274327054952018719?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5274327054952018719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5274327054952018719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5274327054952018719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5274327054952018719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/24th-of-july.html' title='24th of July'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Smzi20gNWPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/skh0el-G5-Y/s72-c/DSC_2034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-158123542925041555</id><published>2009-07-09T10:40:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:49:31.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6g3qkvVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3mhM37ZrKUA/s1600-h/DSC_2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356533143176527186" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6g3qkvVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3mhM37ZrKUA/s400/DSC_2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day before Carson left to go back home, we decided to go to the zoo. We went in the morning to avoid the heat and had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6U7F2I6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/QxdtRKDgRzU/s1600-h/DSC_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356532937937789858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6U7F2I6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/QxdtRKDgRzU/s400/DSC_2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon really liked the zoo too. He loved watching all of the animals. He had a hard time not tapping on the glass to wake them up :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6Oxq4nHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5ZE4r9Sb2gw/s1600-h/DSC_2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356532832329571442" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6Oxq4nHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5ZE4r9Sb2gw/s400/DSC_2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon made it his personal mission to find every one of these lion drinking fountains and drink out of them. He loved them - maybe more than the real animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6ICM_V-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/6uOcYyHMoiA/s1600-h/DSC_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356532716508501986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6ICM_V-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/6uOcYyHMoiA/s400/DSC_2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a fun couple of weeks with Carson and are going to miss him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-158123542925041555?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/158123542925041555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=158123542925041555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/158123542925041555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/158123542925041555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY6g3qkvVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3mhM37ZrKUA/s72-c/DSC_2021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8798039997309561585</id><published>2009-07-09T10:14:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:40:10.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY3FNrkbgI/AAAAAAAAAes/eTJLhv2va3A/s1600-h/DSC_1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356529369515060738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY3FNrkbgI/AAAAAAAAAes/eTJLhv2va3A/s400/DSC_1934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little Yankee Doodle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. We started out in Park City at their parade. Then Joe took Dillon home for a nap and Carson and I went to the Flying Ace show at the Olympic Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY2-IkdCXI/AAAAAAAAAek/4wJpHLuZ4D8/s1600-h/DSC_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356529247883954546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY2-IkdCXI/AAAAAAAAAek/4wJpHLuZ4D8/s400/DSC_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the afternoon at home playing in the yard and having a BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY1-JWlPjI/AAAAAAAAAec/hAz_fYyYygQ/s1600-h/DSC_1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356528148582579762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY1-JWlPjI/AAAAAAAAAec/hAz_fYyYygQ/s400/DSC_1947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buddies - Carson &amp;amp; Dillon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY1p6xRI7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/C7OcnBN-tHQ/s1600-h/DSC_1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356527801070592946" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY1p6xRI7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/C7OcnBN-tHQ/s400/DSC_1967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon loved being able to spend so much time with his Dad - dominating the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY1Bk8tbmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VWnIRuZWmGY/s1600-h/DSC_1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356527108018237026" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY1Bk8tbmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VWnIRuZWmGY/s400/DSC_1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joe &amp;amp; Dillon - just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to annoy and give Mom a heart-attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY04gkF-QI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VZlL-a_h6fc/s1600-h/DSC_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356526952222423298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY04gkF-QI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VZlL-a_h6fc/s400/DSC_2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That night we went to a neighbor's house and had a sweet firework show for the kids. Then Dillon and I went home while Joe and Carson headed off to see the big Sugar House fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY0vH84fwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pVTlnjDkTvE/s1600-h/DSC_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356526790996688642" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY0vH84fwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pVTlnjDkTvE/s400/DSC_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure if Dillon was more into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; or the fireworks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY0leWZsOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3OShOEWrpmk/s1600-h/DSC_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356526625210609890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY0leWZsOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3OShOEWrpmk/s400/DSC_2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8798039997309561585?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8798039997309561585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8798039997309561585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8798039997309561585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8798039997309561585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SlY3FNrkbgI/AAAAAAAAAes/eTJLhv2va3A/s72-c/DSC_1934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-9043221912161516111</id><published>2009-06-27T17:14:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:28:32.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon and Carson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SkbEYsjq2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/c2jcTMcMW8M/s1600-h/IMG_1852_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352181135733087202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SkbEYsjq2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/c2jcTMcMW8M/s400/IMG_1852_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My nephew Carson is staying with us for a couple of weeks, and Dillon is loving having a buddy to play with. We went to the frog exhibit at the Utah Museum of Natural History and both Carson and Dillon had a fun time checking them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SkbETJTa_iI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WkwqS1e99tU/s1600-h/IMG_1857_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352181040370351650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SkbETJTa_iI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WkwqS1e99tU/s400/IMG_1857_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carson and his pet frog :). Carson's favorite frogs were black with orange strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SkbEM_SykYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ABJCoMYFQ3s/s1600-h/IMG_1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352180934604132738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SkbEM_SykYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ABJCoMYFQ3s/s400/IMG_1850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon has been using a spoon (that he mostly plays with), along with the one I use to feed him, for a couple of months. Today I fed him cereal (we usually have toast or pancakes) and he ate the whole bowl by myself. I guess I just think of him as a baby and think that he still needs me to help him. However, it looks like Dillon and the Cheerios are doing just fine without me.  - You've got to love the bed-head :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-9043221912161516111?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9043221912161516111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=9043221912161516111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/9043221912161516111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/9043221912161516111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/dillon-and-carson.html' title='Dillon and Carson'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SkbEYsjq2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/c2jcTMcMW8M/s72-c/IMG_1852_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-366904510325054709</id><published>2009-06-15T20:47:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:08:42.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panguitch Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclYzjE_mI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fcIqUNaCWqs/s1600-h/IMG_1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347784190610177634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclYzjE_mI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fcIqUNaCWqs/s400/IMG_1829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We spent the weekend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Panguitch&lt;/span&gt; Lake with Joe's sister Shannon's family and Joe's twin Marty's family. Dillon had a great time learning new skills from Aspen and Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclTFYChpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/FR4HWynPKNc/s1600-h/IMG_1830_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347784092316501650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclTFYChpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/FR4HWynPKNc/s400/IMG_1830_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon had a great time playing with his cousins Ian and Sage. A second before this picture was taken Dillon was on top of Ian terrorizing him. After I got out the camera, I got the "I'm not doing anything" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclJc_GFGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cBD5MXtbbk8/s1600-h/IMG_1840_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347783926855636066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclJc_GFGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cBD5MXtbbk8/s400/IMG_1840_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We attempted to get a picture of the little rascals together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the best we got. Quinn, Dillon, Sage and Ian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclDLA7pZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ntijRix6IiA/s1600-h/IMG_1841_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347783818952287634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclDLA7pZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ntijRix6IiA/s400/IMG_1841_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Most of the photo shoot went like this. Notice Dillon trying to kick the camera. What an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sjck2XBd_rI/AAAAAAAAAc0/btD1Qwfg8fM/s1600-h/IMG_1836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347783598837464754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Sjck2XBd_rI/AAAAAAAAAc0/btD1Qwfg8fM/s400/IMG_1836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know if Dillon is ready for a sibling any time soon. Look at his response to cute little Quinn. "What is this baby doing on me!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjckCZ-h1qI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oxjNfeMbvec/s1600-h/IMG_1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782706277242530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjckCZ-h1qI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oxjNfeMbvec/s400/IMG_1843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dillon wanted to carry his blanket around in the dirt. This was Joe's solution. Here is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jedi&lt;/span&gt; with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; blanket cape and his water toy sword. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-366904510325054709?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/366904510325054709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=366904510325054709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/366904510325054709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/366904510325054709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/panguitch-lake.html' title='Panguitch Lake'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SjclYzjE_mI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fcIqUNaCWqs/s72-c/IMG_1829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-85079869778954852</id><published>2009-05-24T20:26:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:58:54.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend at Zion &amp; Bryce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Shohr0Q7J0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/CUEvjYGz7i0/s1600-h/IMG_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617344848865090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Shohr0Q7J0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/CUEvjYGz7i0/s400/IMG_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We took a spur-of-the-moment trip down to Southern Utah last weekend.  We stayed near Zion National Park and had fun hiking, swimming and eating :).  Joe was lucky enough to lug Dillon around all weekend in the backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShohoABVR0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/kA6mGSNF4Cg/s1600-h/IMG_1760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617279285217090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShohoABVR0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/kA6mGSNF4Cg/s400/IMG_1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon loved to get down and run-around on the red rock.  However, he is quite a stumbler and so we had to help him out a little more than he would have liked us to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Shohhxl7pkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ifo0aPA9ecE/s1600-h/IMG_1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617172332979778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Shohhxl7pkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ifo0aPA9ecE/s400/IMG_1771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On one of our hikes Dillon got to get down and splash around in the water.  He decided he needed to get his shorts wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Shohabl7TLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NkZuFdEC9Vo/s1600-h/IMG_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617046168292530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Shohabl7TLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NkZuFdEC9Vo/s400/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;However, he didn't think that was enough and decided to finish the job.  Don't you love Joe just standing by watching him - doing nothing to stop him :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShohRjN6w3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/mY8DyrxRIpA/s1600-h/IMG_1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339616893596255090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShohRjN6w3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/mY8DyrxRIpA/s400/IMG_1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to give Joe a break and have some stroller time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogyFmwMfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/okJ3poVnjhQ/s1600-h/IMG_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339616353071411698" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogyFmwMfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/okJ3poVnjhQ/s400/IMG_1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Joe took us on a hike that not many people go on and it had an awesome waterfall and pool.  We had it all to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogsWW2_wI/AAAAAAAAAbw/64voEMuRPpA/s1600-h/IMG_1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339616254488936194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogsWW2_wI/AAAAAAAAAbw/64voEMuRPpA/s400/IMG_1791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The water was a little cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShognoO58HI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qEwswTKDiVk/s1600-h/IMG_1794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339616173388066930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShognoO58HI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qEwswTKDiVk/s400/IMG_1794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Dillon literally pulled Joe all around the ledges by the pool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339615977440106434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogcORRV8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/1erPjz0WLoA/s400/IMG_1803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When the ledges stopped, Dillon decided that he might as well keep going into the pool itself.  He had a great time exploring with his Dad.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogXVTDVwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/TTBpyYa7L30/s1600-h/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339615893427279618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogXVTDVwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/TTBpyYa7L30/s400/IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is how Dillon and I explore.  We're crazy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogObVcgNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bUHr2wAkg7M/s1600-h/IMG_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339615740429107410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/ShogObVcgNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bUHr2wAkg7M/s400/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After we left Zion, we went to Bryce on our way home and did a short little hike.  It was a fun little weekend get-a-way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-85079869778954852?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/85079869778954852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=85079869778954852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/85079869778954852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/85079869778954852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-weekend-at-zion-bryce.html' title='Last Weekend at Zion &amp; Bryce'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/Shohr0Q7J0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/CUEvjYGz7i0/s72-c/IMG_1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1253260239831138642</id><published>2009-05-09T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:27:39.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years! - May 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5449784e4455314d413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: " src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5449784e4455314d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1253260239831138642?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1253260239831138642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1253260239831138642' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1253260239831138642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1253260239831138642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-years-may-10th.html' title='7 Years! - May 10th'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-208554300293413723</id><published>2009-05-05T20:31:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:40:17.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SgETOGgiDvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/n00ab__N__k/s1600-h/IMG_1733_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332564566769536754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SgETOGgiDvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/n00ab__N__k/s400/IMG_1733_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun time celebrating my Mom's __ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. We had a surprise party for her the weekend before and then the girls in my family went to St. George for her real birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SgETE-Nr6GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bzveQmKCvkQ/s1600-h/DSC_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332564409924184162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SgETE-Nr6GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bzveQmKCvkQ/s400/DSC_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We planned on having her surprise party outside, but the weather did not cooperate. We did it inside an old barn that her community uses for plays instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SgES6YrkC_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/RzzPO6Yc2zE/s1600-h/DSC_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332564228050258930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SgES6YrkC_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/RzzPO6Yc2zE/s400/DSC_1756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we got her. She claims to have been completely surprised. Happy birthday Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-208554300293413723?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/208554300293413723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=208554300293413723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/208554300293413723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/208554300293413723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SgETOGgiDvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/n00ab__N__k/s72-c/IMG_1733_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6427301813335155460</id><published>2009-04-25T20:07:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:23:25.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPgnnZtXNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hWiZ67c4UMA/s1600-h/DSC_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328849755305762002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPgnnZtXNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hWiZ67c4UMA/s400/DSC_1729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We think Dillon is a fan of Easter. He seemed quite pleased with what the Easter Bunny brought him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPgfilPxnI/AAAAAAAAAao/18gak81FrAY/s1600-h/DSC_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328849616573023858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPgfilPxnI/AAAAAAAAAao/18gak81FrAY/s400/DSC_1742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, his bubble tiger was defective, but the plastic eggs filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fruitloops&lt;/span&gt; saved the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPeRgWG1-I/AAAAAAAAAag/RKeVZSJIiT0/s1600-h/IMG_1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328847176431228898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPeRgWG1-I/AAAAAAAAAag/RKeVZSJIiT0/s400/IMG_1703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We didn't give Dillon any credit this year on Easter. We didn't really think he'd get it. However, to our surprise he was all over looking for eggs and had a great time eating all the candy inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6427301813335155460?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6427301813335155460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6427301813335155460' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6427301813335155460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6427301813335155460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPgnnZtXNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hWiZ67c4UMA/s72-c/DSC_1729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8754265515935780061</id><published>2009-04-25T19:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:06:40.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon's Sweet New/Old Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPc3oWQwxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qURWlVpaFe8/s1600-h/IMG_1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328845632391136018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPc3oWQwxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qURWlVpaFe8/s400/IMG_1696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon has a new way of riding his little car. It consists of Joe and a rope and Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; that rope to pull Dillon around.  Sweet ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8754265515935780061?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8754265515935780061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8754265515935780061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8754265515935780061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8754265515935780061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/dillons-sweet-newold-ride.html' title='Dillon&apos;s Sweet New/Old Ride'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPc3oWQwxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qURWlVpaFe8/s72-c/IMG_1696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5124724411239621350</id><published>2009-04-25T19:50:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:55:02.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding a Bearcat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPaPCIkskI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EREtBM0lfI4/s1600-h/IMG_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328842735915151938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPaPCIkskI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EREtBM0lfI4/s400/IMG_1694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some of you may wonder what it is like to feed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bearcat&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it's not easy. Sometimes you get food on the floor and walls. Sometimes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bearcat&lt;/span&gt; sneaks food to his trusty side-kick Lilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328842653924458050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPaKQsd_kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JQadPzUywuI/s400/IMG_1693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sometimes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bearcat&lt;/span&gt; even gets yogurt in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goldie&lt;/span&gt;-locks. No, it is not easy to feed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bearcat&lt;/span&gt; like Dillon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5124724411239621350?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5124724411239621350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5124724411239621350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5124724411239621350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5124724411239621350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeding-bearcat.html' title='Feeding a Bearcat'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SfPaPCIkskI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EREtBM0lfI4/s72-c/IMG_1694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-3938539962265143836</id><published>2009-03-11T07:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:58:41.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon Look-a-like Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbfeV-rV_XI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_3TSVu3qXd0/s1600-h/DSC_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311958754690202994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbfeV-rV_XI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_3TSVu3qXd0/s400/DSC_1314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The following question has been posed. "How does Dillon look like Marci and her Dad, but also look just like Joe's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;twin's&lt;/span&gt; son Ian?"  Above is the only picture that I had of Brenna (7 months pregnant), Ian's Mom.  As you can see, Brenna is my twin :).  So I guess you could say that Ian looks like Brenna and Dillon looks like me, but they look enough like their Dads to look like each other.  Got it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-3938539962265143836?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3938539962265143836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=3938539962265143836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3938539962265143836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3938539962265143836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Dillon Look-a-like Confusion'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbfeV-rV_XI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_3TSVu3qXd0/s72-c/DSC_1314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8356652343719152337</id><published>2009-03-06T09:53:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:16:15.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David &amp; Kayla's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFmeaLdahI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HPP_k5BJCF4/s1600-h/DSC_1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310138108256021010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFmeaLdahI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HPP_k5BJCF4/s400/DSC_1599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little sister Kayla was married on 02-28-09. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great time celebrating with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFmTFP0axI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BbdbSh4gNK8/s1600-h/DSC_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310137913658600210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFmTFP0axI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BbdbSh4gNK8/s400/DSC_1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a perfect day (a little cold, but we'll take it for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFl0GDghEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uBj9EIlqXPY/s1600-h/DSC_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310137381299455042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFl0GDghEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uBj9EIlqXPY/s400/DSC_1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture of my Mom and my sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFjwJ2tmFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/x7Ai4c22rFQ/s1600-h/DSC_1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310135114576795730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFjwJ2tmFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/x7Ai4c22rFQ/s400/DSC_1664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture with my brothers, sisters and parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8356652343719152337?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8356652343719152337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8356652343719152337' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8356652343719152337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8356652343719152337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/david-kaylas-wedding.html' title='David &amp; Kayla&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbFmeaLdahI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HPP_k5BJCF4/s72-c/DSC_1599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-71913144254811365</id><published>2009-03-05T21:08:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:25:27.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwpJUYSyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/A5eladY2U2s/s1600-h/IMG_1593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309938181592337186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwpJUYSyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/A5eladY2U2s/s400/IMG_1593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our nephew Ian (Joe's twins' son) spent the week with us. Ian and Dillon had so much fun together. Dillon pretty much just followed Ian around giggling all week. Monday, we went to the dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point. It was a hit. Some of the dinosaurs made Ian a little "nervous" and so we had to run past or under them :). Tuesday, we went to visit Joe, at work, and went to the Beehive House (explained to Ian as - a house like people lived in when cowboys and Indians were alive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwfvBRCbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bVUJ6Vku0Kk/s1600-h/IMG_1612_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309938019914025394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwfvBRCbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bVUJ6Vku0Kk/s400/IMG_1612_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One of Joe's co-workers suggested Jungle Jim's and Ian was listening to the description. So needless to say we went :) on Wednesday. Ian and Dillon had a great time on the rides and playing the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwWbEXcpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/UzKePmyi9ec/s1600-h/IMG_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309937859939496594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwWbEXcpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/UzKePmyi9ec/s400/IMG_1634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Thursday, we met Shannon and Sage (Joe's sister and her daughter) and went to Discovery Gateway. We had never been there and the kids had a great time running from station to station. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwFFkHNWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7yuAe4yuRx0/s1600-h/IMG_1642_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309937562109293922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwFFkHNWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7yuAe4yuRx0/s400/IMG_1642_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The water was definitely Dillon's favorite. I couldn't keep him away from it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCv-ekDyqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gqLPEYuFj2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1647_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309937448560872098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCv-ekDyqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gqLPEYuFj2Q/s400/IMG_1647_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time with Dillon Sr. a.k.a Ian and Sage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-71913144254811365?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/71913144254811365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=71913144254811365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/71913144254811365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/71913144254811365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-nephew-ian-joes-twins-son-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SbCwpJUYSyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/A5eladY2U2s/s72-c/IMG_1593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7206310440424488431</id><published>2009-02-24T21:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:55:40.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dill-Weed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was cleaning off the old pictures from my memory card and decided to post these pictures of the little Dill-Weed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SaTZw6-mVeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rxxJXV7C3s4/s1600-h/DSC_1538_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306605695438050786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SaTZw6-mVeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rxxJXV7C3s4/s400/DSC_1538_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you look closely, you will notice that his crooked little teeth are still pristine.  The reason being, he didn't actually get any of the cake in his mouth.  He did however get some on him, in his hair, on the wall, on the floor and on Lilly!!!  He also drooled so much while destroying that piece of cake that he created a little river of chocolate slobber down his belly...which is not easy to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SaTZwiX8IWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-DBDWgIHorg/s1600-h/Dill-Weed+Hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306605688833450338" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SaTZwiX8IWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-DBDWgIHorg/s400/Dill-Weed+Hallway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I know pops, lets play a game.  How about this, I will hide behind my bedroom door, then when I throw the door open I will race down the hallway laughing-37 TIMES!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It'll be great...get your camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SaTZwRptbFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vqX3kOa-eKI/s1600-h/Dill-Weed+%26+Lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306605684344581202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SaTZwRptbFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vqX3kOa-eKI/s400/Dill-Weed+%26+Lilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dillon is a little unclear on how "fetch" works.  And, as you can see, while it is just as fun for him, Lilly has that look on her face that says she is about out of patience with the fat kid that can't figure out (1) the point is to actually throw the duck, and (2) we don't hit in our family...even with stuffed animals shaped like ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7206310440424488431?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7206310440424488431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7206310440424488431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7206310440424488431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7206310440424488431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/dill-weed.html' title='Dill-Weed'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SaTZw6-mVeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rxxJXV7C3s4/s72-c/DSC_1538_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7136131320291674276</id><published>2009-02-17T20:17:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:28:40.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SZuMHmp8OiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BsagVqmLrsk/s1600-h/IMG_1539_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303987048422324770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SZuMHmp8OiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BsagVqmLrsk/s400/IMG_1539_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What more says "winter" like pinata time :).  We spent the weekend at my parent's house and Dillon had a great time with his cousins.  Dillon should have been sent to a family of 10 because he loves to run around with all these kidders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SZuMCUi8zYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cEpYy4LGT0E/s1600-h/IMG_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303986957661818242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SZuMCUi8zYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cEpYy4LGT0E/s400/IMG_1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon doing some damage with the wooden spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SZuL4fI9AFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/awnl9E68jC4/s1600-h/IMG_1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303986788706877522" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SZuL4fI9AFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/awnl9E68jC4/s400/IMG_1549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dillon's newest thing is chairs.  He loves to get in and out of any chair around.  He loves to sit (climb all over) with us on the couch.  He is starting to get the slide-off exit strategy, so that makes it not quite as annoying to do the on-off game :).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7136131320291674276?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7136131320291674276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7136131320291674276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7136131320291674276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7136131320291674276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-with-family.html' title='Fun with Family!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SZuMHmp8OiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BsagVqmLrsk/s72-c/IMG_1539_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-3362467220293343739</id><published>2009-02-05T19:55:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:20:34.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1-B5sRhI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CBipJZfZ65Y/s1600-h/IMG_1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299529463798449682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1-B5sRhI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CBipJZfZ65Y/s400/IMG_1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon and I went to California, last week, for my niece Regan's baptism. It was so nice to get away from the cold weather. Poor Joe had to stay home and work :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu10QfzsmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/V4Oz77z2amE/s1600-h/IMG_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299529295917724258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu10QfzsmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/V4Oz77z2amE/s400/IMG_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the beach one afternoon and Dillon loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1o9Pt0QI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZcbP1js4zQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299529101771395330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1o9Pt0QI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZcbP1js4zQ4/s400/IMG_1523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon kept running up to the water. If his Auntie Amber wouldn't have been there to stop him, I'm sure he would have jumped right in. The water was freezing, but he didn't seem to mind and kept wanting to put his feet and hands in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1ZEpCkCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mrTGyY2JU98/s1600-h/Asian+Lady+Dillon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299528828878753826" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1ZEpCkCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mrTGyY2JU98/s400/Asian+Lady+Dillon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;An Asian lady came up and asked if she could get a picture taken with a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde-&lt;/span&gt;haired American B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;earcat&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't cooperate :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1S3rHbTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VXxgIxPcT0E/s1600-h/Beach+Dillon+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299528722318585138" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1S3rHbTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VXxgIxPcT0E/s400/Beach+Dillon+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law Aaron took some great shots of my little B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;earcat&lt;/span&gt;. This is pretty much how the afternoon went - Dillon running up and down the beach giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu05MoUdwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lVOg0Bn70T4/s1600-h/Dipping+Dillon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299528281267402498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu05MoUdwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lVOg0Bn70T4/s400/Dipping+Dillon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time Dillon&lt;/span&gt; thought I wasn't looking he headed straight for the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu0yRtZilI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-i7QwJNEBvo/s1600-h/Sand+Head+Dillon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299528162371799634" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu0yRtZilI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-i7QwJNEBvo/s400/Sand+Head+Dillon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stumbles&lt;/span&gt; ate the dust/sand several times, but didn't miss a beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-3362467220293343739?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3362467220293343739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=3362467220293343739' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3362467220293343739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3362467220293343739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/california-here-we-come.html' title='California Here We Come!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SYu1-B5sRhI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CBipJZfZ65Y/s72-c/IMG_1515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-223883955438006844</id><published>2009-01-12T09:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:59:17.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon's Curls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SWuDcBsw1rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2PIofsvJO6o/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290466704792540850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SWuDcBsw1rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2PIofsvJO6o/s400/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I want to have Dillon's hair a little long while he is a little boy.  His hair has always had a funky wave to it, but recently it has started to get really curly.  When I started letting it grow out I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;envisioned&lt;/span&gt; straight silky hair. However, it has developed quite a curl and I guess I'll have to change my "hair goal" for him :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SWuDThkvukI/AAAAAAAAAV0/T2NwuaDEkzs/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290466558730025538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SWuDThkvukI/AAAAAAAAAV0/T2NwuaDEkzs/s400/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The back of his hair (or his mullet as uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ladd&lt;/span&gt; calls it) is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-223883955438006844?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/223883955438006844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=223883955438006844' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/223883955438006844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/223883955438006844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/dillons-curls.html' title='Dillon&apos;s Curls'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SWuDcBsw1rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2PIofsvJO6o/s72-c/IMG_1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-2663403741064121843</id><published>2008-12-29T10:19:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:30:34.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkU-fQCVpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kXnkRulOR18/s1600-h/DSC_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285278701469193874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkU-fQCVpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kXnkRulOR18/s400/DSC_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went to see the lights at Temple Square one night after Joe got home from work.  Let's just say we should have just stayed home :). The lights were great, our bearcat was not.  He wouldn't sit in his stroller (which he is usually pretty good about) and insisted on walking.  There were tons of other people there and he was constantly getting in someone's way just begging to get ran over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkVH8uCHbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LQS2-i7YNrg/s1600-h/DSC_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285278863998459314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkVH8uCHbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LQS2-i7YNrg/s400/DSC_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is how most of our night was.  Sweet, sweet memories.  We'll just have to see how it goes next year.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkVU9XkthI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CpJVdE1PrKg/s1600-h/DSC_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285279087510992402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkVU9XkthI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CpJVdE1PrKg/s400/DSC_1465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For Christmas Dillon recieved the Little People Farm from Santa.  Let's just say he was amazed to hear all the fun sounds that it made.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkVhTo-5kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/McKseKX9eNs/s1600-h/DSC_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285279299648022082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkVhTo-5kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/McKseKX9eNs/s400/DSC_1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a hit.  He played with it the whole weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-2663403741064121843?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2663403741064121843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=2663403741064121843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2663403741064121843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2663403741064121843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SVkU-fQCVpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kXnkRulOR18/s72-c/DSC_1407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5228903516476030130</id><published>2008-12-21T13:28:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:36:42.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon, Dylan &amp; Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SU61eL2nGlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Mn1Cf5Y8UEA/s1600-h/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282358943134718546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SU61eL2nGlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Mn1Cf5Y8UEA/s400/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Dillon and I went to Logan to meet Oliver and Dylan. We hadn't gotten to see Jaclyn's Oliver or Joanie's Dylan yet and had a great time terrorizing Jaclyn's Mom's house :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SU61Nsz-cgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xUhKuHVoBCI/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282358659924259330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SU61Nsz-cgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xUhKuHVoBCI/s400/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dillon/Dylan 's :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5228903516476030130?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5228903516476030130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5228903516476030130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5228903516476030130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5228903516476030130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/dillon-dylan-oliver.html' title='Dillon, Dylan &amp; Oliver'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SU61eL2nGlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Mn1Cf5Y8UEA/s72-c/IMG_1408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-461924710402300884</id><published>2008-12-11T20:56:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:05:00.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just lovin' Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHvxpPRCgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z0RgdiQmV8g/s1600-h/DSC_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278763874417445378" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHvxpPRCgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z0RgdiQmV8g/s400/DSC_1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dillon is not a shy guy and will pretty much go to anyone. However, he was not down with Santa. We were pretty surprised when he instantly freaked out when being placed on Santa's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHv75_kj2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/wINUWmGee5M/s1600-h/DSC_1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278764050713710434" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHv75_kj2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/wINUWmGee5M/s400/DSC_1399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't think Dillon is getting anything from Santa this year :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-461924710402300884?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/461924710402300884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=461924710402300884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/461924710402300884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/461924710402300884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-lovin-santa.html' title='Just lovin&apos; Santa!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHvxpPRCgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z0RgdiQmV8g/s72-c/DSC_1402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-3670269335766700172</id><published>2008-12-11T20:46:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:55:54.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a big helper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc25963fdc5029bd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc25963fdc5029bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83CC59F2E4B0C076B2660FA15159F98E117C0DF7.ABB50CBEAD844954F599DBFA0AF4671F83CB9A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc25963fdc5029bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt_lyw1Ju3pyIIAJUBWuaGbC5FfY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc25963fdc5029bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83CC59F2E4B0C076B2660FA15159F98E117C0DF7.ABB50CBEAD844954F599DBFA0AF4671F83CB9A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc25963fdc5029bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt_lyw1Ju3pyIIAJUBWuaGbC5FfY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the beginning of November we moved from Park City down into the Valley. We had a great time in Park City, but are excited to be where there is a little less snow (I'm still missing my Arizona winters :)). We live on a cute tree lined street, but have to deal with the "cute" leaves as well. Joe hauled away 16 bags full of leaves already, we currently have 15 bags in our back yard that need to go and I'm estimating at least another 10 bags yet to be gathered (we think that the previous resident just raked them over to the side yard to save for us). Fun, fun. Above is a video of Dillon helping me gather the leaves. Such a good helper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-3670269335766700172?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc25963fdc5029bd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3670269335766700172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=3670269335766700172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3670269335766700172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3670269335766700172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/such-big-helper.html' title='Such a big helper!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1112554698468330556</id><published>2008-12-11T20:23:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:45:49.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHnsmj4_WI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRfEuCTh0ng/s1600-h/DSC_1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278754991706275170" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHnsmj4_WI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRfEuCTh0ng/s400/DSC_1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For some reason Joe thinks that it is funny to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; on Dillon. This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; Dillon was sporting Thanksgiving weekend. My Mom wasn't a fan and scrubbed it off the next day :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHniMJsOsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mA_pQI-Br0U/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278754812818373314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHniMJsOsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mA_pQI-Br0U/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One day I took Dillon to Joe's office so that Joe could watch him while I went to an appointment. Joe had to work late and this is the surprise I found under Dillon's sleeve while I was changing him into his pajamas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1112554698468330556?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1112554698468330556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1112554698468330556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1112554698468330556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1112554698468330556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-dad.html' title='Thanks Dad!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHnsmj4_WI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRfEuCTh0ng/s72-c/DSC_1389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6625940054859050234</id><published>2008-12-11T20:03:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:22:40.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjdYfHPYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rIy_dACx17U/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278750332183592322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjdYfHPYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rIy_dACx17U/s400/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We have had quite the month and are now happy to say - we're back to blogging! Here are a few miscellaneous pictures of the past month that we missed sharing. Above is Dillon playing with Lilly. He will walk up to Lilly and try to shove the bird in her month to play fetch. He just isn't good at the throwing part yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjX39c6fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3QKN_4XdZkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278750237553125874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjX39c6fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3QKN_4XdZkQ/s400/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One evening Lilly was chewing on a flavored plastic bone that she has. Dillon decided that it looked pretty good and took it from her and put it in his own month to chew (I wasn't in the room to freak out :)) before Joe could take it away. Yum Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjL6AHjlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g8MZA4M0hYE/s1600-h/DSC_1326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278750031942749778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjL6AHjlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g8MZA4M0hYE/s400/DSC_1326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon just hanging out on the front steps waiting to go to church and raise some _____ :). We are having good, good times at church these days. Joe has a countdown going until nursery, he gives me the update every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjCmzCNZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DaYGeFs1eUI/s1600-h/DSC_1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278749872168777106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjCmzCNZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DaYGeFs1eUI/s400/DSC_1299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is a picture of Dillon and I on his real birthday. We went out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and celebrated at Joe's sister's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHi6dvBb3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/iIGJ2wVkZ44/s1600-h/DSC_1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278749732297076594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHi6dvBb3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/iIGJ2wVkZ44/s400/DSC_1295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon trying to make a grab for his cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6625940054859050234?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6625940054859050234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6625940054859050234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6625940054859050234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6625940054859050234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SUHjdYfHPYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rIy_dACx17U/s72-c/IMG_1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8846390953927216085</id><published>2008-11-04T09:14:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:39:21.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCGk6Hc4bI/AAAAAAAAATw/7suaQE12-DI/s1600-h/DSC_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855933030031794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCGk6Hc4bI/AAAAAAAAATw/7suaQE12-DI/s400/DSC_1269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our "mighty hunter" Dillon and his "deer" Lilly.  Dillon thought Halloween was great and loved strolling around in his wagon going door-to-door with his cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCGXA-K2TI/AAAAAAAAATo/J9TiLtGrJyo/s1600-h/DSC_1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855694351980850" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCGXA-K2TI/AAAAAAAAATo/J9TiLtGrJyo/s400/DSC_1273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a small pre-birthday party with my family on Halloween for Dillon.  He was a little confused when we were all looking at him and singing "Happy Birthday".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCF0piiimI/AAAAAAAAATg/pk5-Yve0cuU/s1600-h/DSC_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855103946525282" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCF0piiimI/AAAAAAAAATg/pk5-Yve0cuU/s400/DSC_1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just say he wasn't very into his cake, but was definitely into his new truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCFqAofLBI/AAAAAAAAATY/VNwciaiwXPc/s1600-h/DSC_1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264854921166924818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCFqAofLBI/AAAAAAAAATY/VNwciaiwXPc/s400/DSC_1235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures, that Joe took, of Dillon on our walk a couple of weeks ago.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCFfyiEfZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/i0gZ-qOWrvI/s1600-h/DSC_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264854745583222162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCFfyiEfZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/i0gZ-qOWrvI/s400/DSC_1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We can't believe that our bearcat is 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8846390953927216085?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8846390953927216085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8846390953927216085' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8846390953927216085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8846390953927216085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/mighty-hunter.html' title='The Mighty Hunter'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SRCGk6Hc4bI/AAAAAAAAATw/7suaQE12-DI/s72-c/DSC_1269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1696001804894106664</id><published>2008-10-24T10:10:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:26:12.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, really done</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SQIQe9k9J9I/AAAAAAAAATI/H4Ed7O17eFY/s1600-h/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260785438833846226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SQIQe9k9J9I/AAAAAAAAATI/H4Ed7O17eFY/s400/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday, we went to the Utah State Bar Admission Ceremony at the Salt Palace where Joe (along with 200 + other lawyers) was sworn in as a lawyer. After law school was done I was relieved, for Joe, that it was over with, but then there was the bar test to take. After the bar test was over, we waited for results and when we got them I was excited because I felt like then we were done. However, yesterday we were really, really done and official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SQIQOQ6QMrI/AAAAAAAAATA/GQ5tvdATO3E/s1600-h/IMG_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260785151965672114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SQIQOQ6QMrI/AAAAAAAAATA/GQ5tvdATO3E/s400/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were able to come down for it and were a great help keeping track of a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bearcat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SQIQCZJLVOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eXxPepvwaxw/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260784948017321186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SQIQCZJLVOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eXxPepvwaxw/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to be onto the next phase of the crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McAllister&lt;/span&gt; adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1696001804894106664?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1696001804894106664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1696001804894106664' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1696001804894106664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1696001804894106664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/really-really-done.html' title='Really, really done'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SQIQe9k9J9I/AAAAAAAAATI/H4Ed7O17eFY/s72-c/IMG_1345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1869823014010518997</id><published>2008-10-21T19:01:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:18:08.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bearcat is off... on 2 feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6Y8eIq59I/AAAAAAAAASw/Ni5N7s0e1ag/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259809579464320978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6Y8eIq59I/AAAAAAAAASw/Ni5N7s0e1ag/s400/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I have been trying to make Dillon practice walking for about a month.  However, he would get annoyed with us and just go back to holding onto something to walk, or crawling.  On Saturday we were shopping at Dick's Sporting Goods and apparently Dillon had some merchandise he needed to check out because he started walking all over the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259809458905219458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6Y1dBJAYI/AAAAAAAAASo/6CxTTMrwt3M/s400/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now he's our little 11 1/2 month old walking Bearcat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1869823014010518997?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1869823014010518997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1869823014010518997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1869823014010518997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1869823014010518997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/bearcat-is-off-on-2-feet.html' title='The Bearcat is off... on 2 feet!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6Y8eIq59I/AAAAAAAAASw/Ni5N7s0e1ag/s72-c/IMG_1341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6331981067932380528</id><published>2008-10-21T18:32:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:51:48.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Haunts - This Is the Place Heritage Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6RpaopPgI/AAAAAAAAASg/2tOVAcTL5fc/s1600-h/DSC_0868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259801555525778946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6RpaopPgI/AAAAAAAAASg/2tOVAcTL5fc/s400/DSC_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On Friday, we went to Little Haunts and trick-or-treated around the village.  The kids were supposed to wear their costumes and this is 1/2 of Dillon's hunter costume (Joe's choice).  Dillon loved looking at the farm animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6Rd4858CI/AAAAAAAAASY/fbSJ_M8t_6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259801357505392674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6Rd4858CI/AAAAAAAAASY/fbSJ_M8t_6Q/s400/DSC_0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Dillon was fascinated by the goats, but wasn't sure whether he wanted to touch one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6RJFQHWlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tzhL762Nt5U/s1600-h/DSC_0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259801000029936210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6RJFQHWlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tzhL762Nt5U/s400/DSC_0878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went with our niece Sage (Shannon's daughter), our nephew Ian (Marty's son) and our sister-in-law Brenna.  As you can see pumpkin head (Ian) and Sage had a great time.  However, Ian wasn't a fan of the "farm" smell and walked around holding his nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6331981067932380528?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6331981067932380528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6331981067932380528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6331981067932380528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6331981067932380528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-haunts-this-is-place-heritage.html' title='Little Haunts - This Is the Place Heritage Park'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP6RpaopPgI/AAAAAAAAASg/2tOVAcTL5fc/s72-c/DSC_0868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8209685592346163979</id><published>2008-10-20T19:21:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:11:52.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy McAllister Kidders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP1LK7nntUI/AAAAAAAAASA/eUgjXAlVuWU/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259442591013254466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP1LK7nntUI/AAAAAAAAASA/eUgjXAlVuWU/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe's twin Marty and his family (Mom Brenna, Ian and baby on-the-way) came to visit from Albuquerque.  We were all at Joe's sister Shannon's house, in Tooele, and let's just say the kids had a fun-filled weekend of being crazy :).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP1Lgl6qVnI/AAAAAAAAASI/YX9r79HSe4I/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259442963144660594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP1Lgl6qVnI/AAAAAAAAASI/YX9r79HSe4I/s400/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am with Ian Sr. and Ian Jr.  Joe and his twin are so dark (along with their whole family) that it amazes us all how blonde these boys came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP1K-oYhLII/AAAAAAAAAR4/pYTNbEjMpag/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259442379691207810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP1K-oYhLII/AAAAAAAAAR4/pYTNbEjMpag/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decorated Halloween cookies, and then Joe and Marty took Aspen and Ian to go BOO some friends. For those that don't know the basics of "You've been Booed", you take treats to a family friend's house (at night), ring the door bell and run.  The Booed family is then supposed to Boo and take treats to 2 other families.  Well, I thought that rambunctious Ian  (4 1/2 years old) would love it - but was I wrong.  The entire time he kept telling Joe and Marty "Guys this is not a good idea" "Guys we shouldn't be doing this" "We are going to get in trouble" " They are going to come after us" "They are going to call the police on us".  Marty said that he had never seen Ian run faster than when he ran back to the car.  When Ian did get back to the car and they started to take off, he was upset and yelled "Guys I don't even have my seat belt on!"   I don't think that we need to worry about little Ian getting into any big trouble. Fun times for all :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8209685592346163979?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8209685592346163979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8209685592346163979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8209685592346163979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8209685592346163979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-mcallister-kidders.html' title='The Crazy McAllister Kidders!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SP1LK7nntUI/AAAAAAAAASA/eUgjXAlVuWU/s72-c/IMG_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4448029311144468323</id><published>2008-10-07T09:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:53:02.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Comfy Pillow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOufX11pnII/AAAAAAAAAQI/1vuoAU8fNB4/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254468622195727490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOufX11pnII/AAAAAAAAAQI/1vuoAU8fNB4/s400/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What? What's mine is mine and what's Lilly's is mine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOufRrFD1PI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jq80Nt6WeEo/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254468516228355314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOufRrFD1PI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jq80Nt6WeEo/s400/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dillon loves to lay on our bed, bury his face in our pillows and just "relax".  Well he decided that Lilly's dog bed was pretty comfy too and decided to "relax" with Lilly.  As you can tell, Lilly was really excited about it.  At first Dillon tried to just lay his head on the bolster part, but his head kept rolling off and hitting the wall and so he thought he'd better take up a more substantial position.  "Nice comfy pillow!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4448029311144468323?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4448029311144468323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4448029311144468323' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4448029311144468323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4448029311144468323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-comfy-pillow.html' title='Nice Comfy Pillow!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOufX11pnII/AAAAAAAAAQI/1vuoAU8fNB4/s72-c/IMG_1293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6016439644471895143</id><published>2008-10-03T08:53:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:08:30.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Bearcat gets sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOZOYCaiicI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lVARwHqpMGU/s1600-h/IMG_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252972190246275522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOZOYCaiicI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lVARwHqpMGU/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life pretty much comes to a halt when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bearcat&lt;/span&gt; gets sick.  We have had a really slow low-key week.  Last Sunday, we took Dillon into the doctor and they said he had an ear infection (he was inconsolable).  On Tuesday, he developed a rash (he was miserable) from the antibiotic they gave him and so they had to switch it.  Today he is starting to feel better and is back to my happy all-over-the-place baby.  However, most of the week was spent laying around burying his face in his blanket (as in the above picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOZOQVEnH8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/P5rRtMpzcDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252972057815621570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOZOQVEnH8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/P5rRtMpzcDQ/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today, Dillon is feeling much better and even felt up to helping me pack for a visit to Grandma and Grandpa's house this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6016439644471895143?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6016439644471895143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6016439644471895143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6016439644471895143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6016439644471895143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-bearcat-gets-sick.html' title='When the Bearcat gets sick!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SOZOYCaiicI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lVARwHqpMGU/s72-c/IMG_1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5207463722668640099</id><published>2008-09-24T19:39:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:00:18.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Water Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNsKOdk8LgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YUf9Kons9MY/s1600-h/DSC_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249801034204458498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNsKOdk8LgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YUf9Kons9MY/s400/DSC_0854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to my nephew Daxton's football game. It was fun to watch him play and score an 80 yard touchdown. Dillon had fun hanging out with Grandpa Jim and swallowing Smarties :). However, when the football helmet went on you can see how excited he was. I guess our little bearcat would rather be the water boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNsJRpIlPJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CTt9U2vii5M/s1600-h/DSC_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249799989334719634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNsJRpIlPJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CTt9U2vii5M/s400/DSC_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daxton starting out on his 80 yard run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNsI9dC4cBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cO0kdHx_9fM/s1600-h/DSC_0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249799642492203026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNsI9dC4cBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cO0kdHx_9fM/s400/DSC_0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daxton and my brother Kade (one of the coaches). Like father - like son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5207463722668640099?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5207463722668640099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5207463722668640099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5207463722668640099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5207463722668640099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/future-water-boy.html' title='Future Water Boy'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNsKOdk8LgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YUf9Kons9MY/s72-c/DSC_0854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-9129387308957848886</id><published>2008-09-19T12:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:40:30.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting Mommy Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c4b3d539d3dbe1f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c4b3d539d3dbe1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46BA7159EDAFA0B4E468DFEC659C039FCD608304.2722A9BB45B58E8109FFEC38D70628467A7116CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c4b3d539d3dbe1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do-59lFE1LjBrLVdOc_zU7mOgdDo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c4b3d539d3dbe1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46BA7159EDAFA0B4E468DFEC659C039FCD608304.2722A9BB45B58E8109FFEC38D70628467A7116CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c4b3d539d3dbe1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do-59lFE1LjBrLVdOc_zU7mOgdDo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dillon loves to play with doors.  He thinks he is pretty funny when he shuts a door on me.  After he shuts the door, he will then pound on it wanting me to open it again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-9129387308957848886?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c4b3d539d3dbe1f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9129387308957848886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=9129387308957848886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/9129387308957848886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/9129387308957848886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/shutting-mommy-out.html' title='Shutting Mommy Out!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-1139156837784879938</id><published>2008-09-16T19:45:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:10:53.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DILLON DOES NOT APPRECIATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ART"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(FYI if you click on the pictures you can see bigger versions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCFY_MxCyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fVm5KGR-tWQ/s1600-h/DSC_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246840230214961954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCFY_MxCyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fVm5KGR-tWQ/s400/DSC_0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got a new camera and thought it would be cool to take some pictures of Dillon at the old McPolin farm in Park City. So, with the sun glaring behind the barn and his mom glaring behind me, I tried everything I could think of to get Faty McFat-Fat to cooperate with the camera...NO DEAL! (this is his "what me???" look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCF4V58diI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eH93nsAbY3Q/s1600-h/DSC_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246840768885978658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCF4V58diI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eH93nsAbY3Q/s400/DSC_0747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;, after Dillon started bawling his head off, almost fell out of his wagon, I almost ended up in the creek, Dillon's mom came to the "rescue." That is when I decided a change of scenery might be nice. It was...for me, but NOT for Dillon. I swear he knew what was going on, and purposely refused to look at the camera and/or stay anywhere I wanted him to be. On the bright side, if you remove the chubby toe-head from this shot--it's not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCHswnM45I/AAAAAAAAAPI/F_cM0jnW9Iw/s1600-h/DSC_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246842768919946130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCHswnM45I/AAAAAAAAAPI/F_cM0jnW9Iw/s400/DSC_0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nstead of what I wanted him to do, Dillon did what he wanted to do. Which apparently was crawl around aimlessly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCHsgfbtII/AAAAAAAAAPA/N4oqLWAolqY/s1600-h/DSC_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246842764592395394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCHsgfbtII/AAAAAAAAAPA/N4oqLWAolqY/s400/DSC_0746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;have a little a little "snack" by sucking on a big hunk of dried up bird pooh on this rusty old railing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Which, by the way, seemed to be the highlight of the day for Dillon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNB-7xio_ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aaDcwNxmppI/s1600-h/DSC_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCIHN_tjvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/e20c0jfXwp8/s1600-h/DSC_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246843223483977458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCIHN_tjvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/e20c0jfXwp8/s400/DSC_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then to cap it all off, he tried to eat the hood on my camera lens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOT COOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-1139156837784879938?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1139156837784879938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=1139156837784879938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1139156837784879938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/1139156837784879938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/dillon-does-not-appreciate-art-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SNCFY_MxCyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fVm5KGR-tWQ/s72-c/DSC_0716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7942977394834271783</id><published>2008-09-15T09:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:17:44.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer Joe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SM6XP12j5kI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YSsLDpB1pv0/s1600-h/DSCF2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246296914342962754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SM6XP12j5kI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YSsLDpB1pv0/s320/DSCF2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I posted this yesterday, but Joe must have seen it and secretly deleted it (lame-o).  However, I'm not going to let him win.  &lt;strong&gt;We found out Saturday that Joe passed the Utah Bar!&lt;/strong&gt;  It seems that I am the only one, out of the two of us, that is elated.  I jumped for joy - Joe just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shrugged&lt;/span&gt;.  I called all of my family - Joe just left a message on his Dad's phone.  I post it on our blog - Joe deletes it.  Such a party-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt; :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7942977394834271783?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7942977394834271783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7942977394834271783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7942977394834271783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7942977394834271783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/lawyer-joe_15.html' title='Lawyer Joe!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SM6XP12j5kI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YSsLDpB1pv0/s72-c/DSCF2498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7210581050988113981</id><published>2008-09-10T09:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:41:55.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SMgC-qgrBKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zTi9ZGF36PQ/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244445041659413666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SMgC-qgrBKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zTi9ZGF36PQ/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joe was able to come home a little early on Monday and so we went to Big Cottonwood Canyon and went on a hike to Lake Solitude.  We thought we'd help out Joe's back and strap Dillon on him in his backpack :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SMgCzwdQe-I/AAAAAAAAANc/YM2S0nqdNuU/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244444854277143522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SMgCzwdQe-I/AAAAAAAAANc/YM2S0nqdNuU/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Personally, I thought Lake Solitude should be called Pond Solitude, but it was a beautiful hike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;.  Dillon was quite concerned that I was going to be left behind and so Joe and I had to walk beside each other (on the narrow trail) to ease his worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7210581050988113981?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7210581050988113981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7210581050988113981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7210581050988113981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7210581050988113981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-hike.html' title='Family Hike'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SMgC-qgrBKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zTi9ZGF36PQ/s72-c/IMG_1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-2978865252779059356</id><published>2008-09-02T09:41:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:04:01.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL170MH5bII/AAAAAAAAANU/aFW2dSagHxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241481677866888322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL170MH5bII/AAAAAAAAANU/aFW2dSagHxQ/s320/DSC_0672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For Labor Day Weekend we went to Bear Lake again because Dillon loves to play in the sand so much.  This time we were able to take our Lilly.  They are both trying to sneak their way out of the picture.  Dillon towards the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; (he wanted to eat it) and who knows where Lilly thought she needed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17tNLxkjI/AAAAAAAAANM/QFIvZ-6kZq8/s1600-h/DSC_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241481557892502066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17tNLxkjI/AAAAAAAAANM/QFIvZ-6kZq8/s320/DSC_0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; the annoying little brother.  He tries to follow Lilly everywhere, but Lilly is a little too fast for him and manages to avert a lot of the grabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17lqL_M_I/AAAAAAAAANE/M7a0AL7k9Z0/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241481428239070194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17lqL_M_I/AAAAAAAAANE/M7a0AL7k9Z0/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Auntie Kayla was able to come with us for a while before work.  Dillon and Lilly love to play with Auntie Kayla.  She is always going and never boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17TNBiL2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/nwIDkYGwIBA/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241481111172951906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17TNBiL2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/nwIDkYGwIBA/s200/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17M7WA5vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hDRJ-nUKH-s/s1600-h/IMG_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241481003347797746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17M7WA5vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hDRJ-nUKH-s/s200/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe thought that it was his job to make sure everyone got in the water.  Dillon actually liked it, but Lilly our "bird dog" hates getting in the water.  Joe got the tennis ball out and managed to get her in there willingly by playing fetch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17E1RhWAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GztbapDckYE/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241480864279386114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL17E1RhWAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GztbapDckYE/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon got some new shoes (go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pedipeds&lt;/span&gt;! - thanks for the tip Kasey) this weekend.  The reason this is a landmark event is because we have looked all summer, but haven't been able to find any.  Dillon has the chubbiest feet &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; and we couldn't find any that would fit :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL169OGvPYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NKAZlxbYkPM/s1600-h/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241480733506092418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL169OGvPYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NKAZlxbYkPM/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at my Parent's house and ate lots of treats and Dillon got a lot of attention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL161745lcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2cZhWp37S90/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241480608357127618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL161745lcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2cZhWp37S90/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dillon just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt; another pair of new shoes.  He loved playing with them and I think its a good thing we finally got them, because in another month this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bearcat&lt;/span&gt; of mine probably wouldn't have left them on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-2978865252779059356?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2978865252779059356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=2978865252779059356' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2978865252779059356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2978865252779059356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SL170MH5bII/AAAAAAAAANU/aFW2dSagHxQ/s72-c/DSC_0672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7539696843462965211</id><published>2008-08-26T13:07:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:23:39.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Park City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SLRxDSpl_xI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3Tr7o6mUyTc/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936567898570514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SLRxDSpl_xI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3Tr7o6mUyTc/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My parents came up for the weekend (it was their 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary - go Mom &amp;amp; Dad :)).  Dillon (or "Hoot" as my Dad calls him - because of his big eyes) was excited to see them and we had a great time hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SLRw9FCwZHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sRtQaTn2zNs/s1600-h/IMG_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936461166797938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SLRw9FCwZHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sRtQaTn2zNs/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We rode the ski lift up the mountain with our "2 year" old for a scenic view.  Don't worry both Joe and I had a death grip on him :). The lift was a little too slow for Dillon, but he was a good sport despite it being nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SLRwvE3gAUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YKg_VuFli0I/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936220601418050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SLRwvE3gAUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YKg_VuFli0I/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After Dillon's nap we went to the Flying Ace Show at the Olympic Park and Dillon learned some sweet moves from the a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riel&lt;/span&gt; ski jumpers.  I'm sure by now anyone that would like to see the show has, but if you haven't I strongly recommend it.  It was amazing and very, very cool to watch.  Even Dillon and his Zwieback toast enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7539696843462965211?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7539696843462965211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7539696843462965211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7539696843462965211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7539696843462965211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-in-park-city.html' title='Weekend in Park City'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SLRxDSpl_xI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3Tr7o6mUyTc/s72-c/IMG_1191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6509626700460154426</id><published>2008-08-22T13:09:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:36:56.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Lake - Uinta Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8rQbyk4pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4_W2G6R8C24/s1600-h/DSC_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237452452992967314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8rQbyk4pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4_W2G6R8C24/s320/DSC_0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uinta&lt;/span&gt; Mountains, for the evening, this past weekend. It is so nice to have Joe back (not studying) and to be able to go do things as a family again. This is Dillon and I in front of Provo Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8rmvqPFbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wEVnOhWa2pM/s1600-h/DSC_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237452836283815346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8rmvqPFbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wEVnOhWa2pM/s320/DSC_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joe fished, but didn't catch anything (we think he is cursed now and that his good fishing days are over). He had a few close ones, but no luck :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8r74i7h3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/S_NLEhxYrSg/s1600-h/DSC_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237453199446345586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8r74i7h3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/S_NLEhxYrSg/s320/DSC_0648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dillon and I mostly walked around and had a fun time exploring. He was pretty into everything around him and we had to touch everything we went by (bark, water from a spring, leaves, flowers, you name it :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8wt2kI9lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/trJcx0YM7Ck/s1600-h/DSC_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237458455954519634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8wt2kI9lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/trJcx0YM7Ck/s320/DSC_0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a beautiful place to be and we had fun 4-wheeling on the trials with Dillon's stroller. Dillon begs to differ that this trail is "wheelchair accessible" :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6509626700460154426?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6509626700460154426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6509626700460154426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6509626700460154426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6509626700460154426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/mirror-lake-uinta-mountains.html' title='Mirror Lake - Uinta Mountains'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SK8rQbyk4pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4_W2G6R8C24/s72-c/DSC_0629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4571783412668621766</id><published>2008-08-16T07:23:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:09:58.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toooooele Visit</title><content type='html'>After we got back from Star Valley, Dillon and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tooele&lt;/span&gt; to join Joe and visit Grandpa Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbyXkIESBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WUSbhcF8WbA/s1600-h/DSC_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235138103513204754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbyXkIESBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WUSbhcF8WbA/s320/DSC_0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We stayed at Joe's sister Shannon's house.  All of our stuff is stored in her basement and so we pulled out Dillon's wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKb4dZ1_XVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s5Po8YoQ5r0/s1600-h/DSC_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235144800902012242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKb4dZ1_XVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s5Po8YoQ5r0/s320/DSC_0604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon loved playing on Sage's sweet swing set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKb4nyU2X1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/OS_VhutvSPs/s1600-h/DSC_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235144979272589138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKb4nyU2X1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/OS_VhutvSPs/s320/DSC_0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course Dillon found something to climb under.  This time it was Grandpa Art's camp trailer.  Get him out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKb42AEsZgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7qSoXju27qA/s1600-h/DSC_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235145223481091586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKb42AEsZgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7qSoXju27qA/s320/DSC_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dillon loved sitting in Sage's high-chair.  Currently we just have him sit in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; chair to eat, but it looks like we will have get him the real-deal because he was all over it. Such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4571783412668621766?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4571783412668621766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4571783412668621766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4571783412668621766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4571783412668621766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/toooooele-visit.html' title='Toooooele Visit'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbyXkIESBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WUSbhcF8WbA/s72-c/DSC_0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-3703573403199387808</id><published>2008-08-16T06:53:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:22:22.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Valley, WY Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A couple of days after we got back from California, my Mom, Dillon and I went to Star Valley to see family and friends.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqMqtSKUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bGNLU9ZTC-8/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235129120208333122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqMqtSKUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bGNLU9ZTC-8/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I helped put a shower together for my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shalee&lt;/span&gt;.  She is having a baby girl in October, Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqaeXiPUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mrCPu3JrKlw/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235129357414055234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqaeXiPUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mrCPu3JrKlw/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kelsie&lt;/span&gt; (along with her Mom) was in charge of the food and I was in charge of the decorating and games (I so had the easy part).  We had a great time and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shalee&lt;/span&gt; was the cutest pregnant girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqiN_3gsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bBfruhPM1T0/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235129490458772162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqiN_3gsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bBfruhPM1T0/s320/IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; We went to visit my grandparents and this is a shot of Dillon with my Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Venna&lt;/span&gt;.  She had a hard time keeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bearcat&lt;/span&gt; of mine, but she wanted to hold him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqsJttg6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LfTiL7kuovI/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235129661107569570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqsJttg6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LfTiL7kuovI/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is one of my Dad when he was little, notice any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt; between the two?  Dillon is so a mini Jimmy D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-3703573403199387808?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3703573403199387808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=3703573403199387808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3703573403199387808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/3703573403199387808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/star-valley-wy-visit.html' title='Star Valley, WY Visit'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKbqMqtSKUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bGNLU9ZTC-8/s72-c/IMG_1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-2569017822579769402</id><published>2008-08-15T20:57:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:45:39.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solvang &amp; Santa Barbara, California</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZfftKWo6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8rgdmsBi_CQ/s1600-h/DSC_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976615168385954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZfftKWo6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8rgdmsBi_CQ/s320/DSC_0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We're in Europe again! - Just kidding we're just in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Solvang&lt;/span&gt;, CA.  Monica watched Dillon for us and so Joe and I had the day for ourselves.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Solvang&lt;/span&gt; is one of the coolest towns on the Central Coast.  It is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uncommericalized&lt;/span&gt; and all of the buildings look like they should be in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZftKSl6HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M7E1VpcAqlk/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976846325868658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZftKSl6HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M7E1VpcAqlk/s320/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a bakery on nearly every corner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Solvang&lt;/span&gt; and Joe and I more than took advantage of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZgSQHZd-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DxNxIyWQPDI/s1600-h/DSC_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234977483544688610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZgSQHZd-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DxNxIyWQPDI/s320/DSC_0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Solvang&lt;/span&gt;, Joe and I went to Santa Barbara.  We went to the mission, pier, and drove down State Street.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZgi64WXbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AXAVVSFADr8/s1600-h/DSC_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234977769902202290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZgi64WXbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AXAVVSFADr8/s320/DSC_0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to the Hearst Castle and toured through the amazing residence.  We marvelled at all of the European antiques and furnishings .  We wondered if it were to be built today if the owner would be able to acquire half of its rare possessions.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-2569017822579769402?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2569017822579769402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=2569017822579769402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2569017822579769402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2569017822579769402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/solvang-santa-barbara-california.html' title='Solvang &amp; Santa Barbara, California'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZfftKWo6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8rgdmsBi_CQ/s72-c/DSC_0345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5174203703632518405</id><published>2008-08-15T20:07:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:39:36.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZS9LQXifI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ak0Skz01khA/s1600-h/IMG_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234962827811719666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZS9LQXifI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ak0Skz01khA/s320/IMG_1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the "Kennington Family Fun Fest" (as Joe likes to call it) Dillon and I headed to California to stay with my sister Monica and her family. We partied it up with Monica and her kids all week while Joe studied and Aaron worked :). After taking the Bar exam Joe joined us for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZUBR492sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3zzq-jgnqS0/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963997823720130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZUBR492sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3zzq-jgnqS0/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monica and Aaron only live about a 1/2 hour from the coast and so we got in some good beach time.  Dillon had a great time.  He loves the sand and loved to dig his fingers in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZWUlCWkCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E924gPdK6OM/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234966528404131874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZWUlCWkCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E924gPdK6OM/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For some reason my flip-flops were extra cool at the beach and Dillon liked to chase me in them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZWBBwgckI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ug1EfxAvnoU/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234966192516526658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZWBBwgckI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ug1EfxAvnoU/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon had to find his Dad if he wanted to go near the water.  It was much too cold for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZUWD4cjJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_klZWVWOOXY/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5174203703632518405?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5174203703632518405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5174203703632518405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5174203703632518405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5174203703632518405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/california-here-we-come.html' title='California Here We Come!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SKZS9LQXifI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ak0Skz01khA/s72-c/IMG_1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-791895648978196289</id><published>2008-07-26T22:58:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:04:59.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KENNINGTON&lt;/span&gt; FAMILY FUN FEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We had the annual (for now) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kennington&lt;/span&gt; Family Fun Fest this past weekend. And, as you might imagine, the team had a great time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwfccfDO9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cpVEeKAOkOY/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227587841013529554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwfccfDO9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cpVEeKAOkOY/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The highlight for Dillon, as you can see, was riding the zip line!!! Check out the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cankles&lt;/span&gt;" on that kid...sweet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwfreGTHBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rwhviNhMqSg/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227588099144621074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwfreGTHBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rwhviNhMqSg/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After the majority of the family was released from the Family Fun Fest, and the men folk were sent back to work, Marci and her sisters spent the week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;galivanting&lt;/span&gt; around with the kids. One of the days, they went to Bear Lake to swim and according to Marci, Dillon loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chillin'&lt;/span&gt; at the beach. Of course he did, it gives him a chance to show off that physique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwf2ht9o9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/zIFjJc_7_f0/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227588289094853586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwf2ht9o9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/zIFjJc_7_f0/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here's Fatty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McFat&lt;/span&gt;-Fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' his sun hat and showing of his S.W.U.B. (soft white under belly) at the lake. I think he is smiling because he can't figure out why his clean freak mom is letting him sit in the dirt. That, and the fact he is built like a snowman, but he doesn't melt in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwgCkOsVsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/l7_m0L8-zaI/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227588495927432898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwgCkOsVsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/l7_m0L8-zaI/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;EVERYBODY HAS SOMETHING WEIRD THEY DO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dillon seems to always end up under things. Maybe it's because he doesn't have a neck, or maybe it's his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rolly&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;polly&lt;/span&gt; physique, but the knuckle head seems to get trapped under things constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwghOHaTaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nD_zx-MLREY/s1600-h/IMG_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227589022567255458" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwghOHaTaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nD_zx-MLREY/s200/IMG_1049.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwga7MfyzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HyZnm40SR7M/s1600-h/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227588914409098034" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwga7MfyzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HyZnm40SR7M/s200/IMG_1023.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwh27VYzzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zL4M6sFQR9I/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227590494994353970" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwh27VYzzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zL4M6sFQR9I/s200/IMG_0958.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwpHkKlbqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/yVZB8X-m-HU/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227598477414198946" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwpHkKlbqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/yVZB8X-m-HU/s200/IMG_0976.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-791895648978196289?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/791895648978196289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=791895648978196289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/791895648978196289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/791895648978196289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/kennington-family-fun-fest-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SIwfccfDO9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cpVEeKAOkOY/s72-c/IMG_1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7720298706810461670</id><published>2008-07-07T19:16:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:29:32.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Reservoir - 4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLdOLapcGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BjeOeiKX6Jk/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220478153728290914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLdOLapcGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BjeOeiKX6Jk/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Strawberry Reservoir Saturday and hung out with Joe's sister Shannon and her family.  Joe went fishing and Dillon and I hung out and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLcesq5ImI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r9XRlvvefdQ/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220477338021077602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLcesq5ImI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r9XRlvvefdQ/s320/IMG_1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon loved watching his cousin Sage.  He is now pulling himself up on everything and thought he was pretty cool stuff when he figured out how to stand up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pack'n&lt;/span&gt; play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLcUTvVJpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uICyz5LP4O0/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220477159530112658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLcUTvVJpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uICyz5LP4O0/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon is gearing up to be his Dad's fishing buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7720298706810461670?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7720298706810461670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7720298706810461670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7720298706810461670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7720298706810461670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/strawberry-reservoir-4th-of-july.html' title='Strawberry Reservoir - 4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLdOLapcGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BjeOeiKX6Jk/s72-c/IMG_1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4060783482683130013</id><published>2008-07-07T18:59:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:15:46.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Dillon turned 8 months old on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLY6dDjQHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6w9pjfyxJO4/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220473416819359858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLY6dDjQHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6w9pjfyxJO4/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started the day out studying with Joe (he was a big help) and then went on a walk with me around the Park City Park and around Main Street.  We missed out on the parade because it was nap time.  However, we did end up making festive trip to the Outlets and got a little shopping done :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLYiAq78PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TAl-I_nhNoI/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220472996883067122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLYiAq78PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TAl-I_nhNoI/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLYvhQRqhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/weVTLgvo2PE/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220473228967914002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLYvhQRqhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/weVTLgvo2PE/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we woke Dillon up and went outside into our parking lot and watched the fireworks (they were right in front of us).  I was worried that Dillon would be scared, but he liked them and liked playing in the trunk even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLZCyWjhKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ayn5v7sI-ZE/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220473559975167138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLZCyWjhKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ayn5v7sI-ZE/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4060783482683130013?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4060783482683130013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4060783482683130013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4060783482683130013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4060783482683130013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SHLY6dDjQHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6w9pjfyxJO4/s72-c/IMG_1000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-5128312188480536739</id><published>2008-07-01T08:58:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:17:44.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Knuckle-heads.... Sr. &amp; Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpizlXmuNI/AAAAAAAAADw/jiOLExv0GMU/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218091756606109906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpizlXmuNI/AAAAAAAAADw/jiOLExv0GMU/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little couch-potatoes.  Just kidding, I had to snatch this picture because it is the first time in weeks that Joe hasn't either been working or studying.  Dillon got to just relax (stick out that belly) and hang out with his Dad while catching up on a little TV time :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpirMzqhlI/AAAAAAAAADo/jpZMSIZw6hQ/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218091612573959762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpirMzqhlI/AAAAAAAAADo/jpZMSIZw6hQ/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpikhcr2hI/AAAAAAAAADg/D-HhRkrvcoo/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218091497855638034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpikhcr2hI/AAAAAAAAADg/D-HhRkrvcoo/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon likes big, high pushes on the swings, none of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wimpy&lt;/span&gt; pushes his Mom gives him.  His Dad is his new favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt; buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpi7rWWZsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Za-59fblXog/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218091895650412226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpi7rWWZsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Za-59fblXog/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we are the mean parents that had to take a picture of Dillon (crying) stuck under his activity center before we rescued him.  Too funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-5128312188480536739?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5128312188480536739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=5128312188480536739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5128312188480536739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/5128312188480536739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-knuckle-heads-sr-jr.html' title='Two Knuckle-heads.... Sr. &amp; Jr.'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SGpizlXmuNI/AAAAAAAAADw/jiOLExv0GMU/s72-c/IMG_0971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4780896224540352494</id><published>2008-06-16T16:57:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:20:44.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie playing hard-to-get with Dillon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SFcM5AiqKYI/AAAAAAAAADY/5MNzKRgfKU8/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212649267242084738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SFcM5AiqKYI/AAAAAAAAADY/5MNzKRgfKU8/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dillon and I went to visit my friend Kasey and her little Addi at their new house on Thursday. Everything was going great until Dillon tried to pull a move on Addi and she took a swipe at his nose resulting in the below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SFcMYtV3d7I/AAAAAAAAADI/UolPeM7XGrw/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212648712332343218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SFcMYtV3d7I/AAAAAAAAADI/UolPeM7XGrw/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just kidding! Addi is the sweetest little girl ever and, besides putting her hands on Dillon's head while he crawled over her, would never dream of touching this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bearcat&lt;/span&gt; of mine. The above nose job is a result of Dillon crawling over to the waste basket in our room, and pulling it over on himself. The edge of the waste basket won and got him pretty good. I was standing right there and felt like the biggest loser mom ever. It bleed and he cried for a long time. I guess I should get prepared for injuries in the future though, anyone who knows Joe also knows that raising a child without a lifetime of injuries is probably not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4780896224540352494?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4780896224540352494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4780896224540352494' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4780896224540352494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4780896224540352494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/addi-playing-hard-to-get-with-dillon.html' title='Addie playing hard-to-get with Dillon!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SFcM5AiqKYI/AAAAAAAAADY/5MNzKRgfKU8/s72-c/IMG_0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-2324146747295433459</id><published>2008-06-05T07:55:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:20:29.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful Memorial Day weekend in Colorado - no wait Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had planned to go to Colorado, to see our good friends the Turners, and spend some time in Denver, Boulder and Rocky Mountain National Park. However, northern Colorado and Laramie, WY both experience &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tornados&lt;/span&gt; and cold weather so on the spur of the moment (literally) we headed south for Arizona. We stayed with my sister Monica and her family and helped them pack for their big move to California. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SEgOvscarjI/AAAAAAAAACs/mnZXiEhHsV8/s1600-h/IMG_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208429181600968242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SEgOvscarjI/AAAAAAAAACs/mnZXiEhHsV8/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SEgO7scarkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QhVfxho_tqI/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208429387759398466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SEgO7scarkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QhVfxho_tqI/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time. However, fatty 165 lbs. Joe had a little too much fun and busted their trampoline for them :) - okay so the rusted frame might have had something to do with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208430693429456466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SEgQHscarlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LDG3p08Nanw/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip wasn't all play.  We spent some time cleaning up our house and we have great news... we had an offer and are now under contract! Keep your fingers crossed we are supposed to close June 30th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-2324146747295433459?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2324146747295433459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=2324146747295433459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2324146747295433459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/2324146747295433459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-memorial-day-weekend-in.html' title='A beautiful Memorial Day weekend in Colorado - no wait Arizona'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SEgOvscarjI/AAAAAAAAACs/mnZXiEhHsV8/s72-c/IMG_0898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7169126487887921531</id><published>2008-05-19T18:50:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:39:13.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOAB TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We spent the wekend in Moab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We went to Arches National Park, and did some off-roadin', and mountain biking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJBvRDlq3I/AAAAAAAAACM/ExpkS2wVSMI/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202292799854455666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJBvRDlq3I/AAAAAAAAACM/ExpkS2wVSMI/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is Marci &amp;amp; Dillon's first time at Delicate Arch...very cool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJBWhDlq2I/AAAAAAAAACE/OTrZ-Uh5QPc/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202292374652693346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJBWhDlq2I/AAAAAAAAACE/OTrZ-Uh5QPc/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dillon's first hike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Of course I had to pack the chubby little sucker most the time, but he did seem to like prancing around on the slickrock with his barefeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJGMhDlq4I/AAAAAAAAACU/G8F1oy45tS0/s1600-h/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202297700412140418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJGMhDlq4I/AAAAAAAAACU/G8F1oy45tS0/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;FIRST A LITTLE BACKGROUND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;One of Marci and Joe's first dates was mountain biking at Sundance, and Marci has never let me forget how scared and mad she was that I didn't realize she wasn't ready to be bombing down single-track bike trails with cliffs, stumps and rocks everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDI_VBDlqyI/AAAAAAAAABk/UAy40kafGG8/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202290149859633954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDI_VBDlqyI/AAAAAAAAABk/UAy40kafGG8/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Some things never change. This is us on the world famous Slickrock bike trail. Lets just say that it was a little bit beyond Marci's skill level. But, this time, she was a good sport about it and didn't try to strangle me when I was laughing at her and taking pictures of her bloody knees and elbows after she crashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDI-5xDlqxI/AAAAAAAAABc/-LeXv5Add9o/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202289681708198674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDI-5xDlqxI/AAAAAAAAABc/-LeXv5Add9o/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The lawyer in me would like to point out that the sign says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"ADVANCED RIDING SKILLS &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECOMMENDED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It does not say advanced riding skills are &lt;strong&gt;REQUIRED&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We also did some 4-wheelin' with our brother-in-law Paul. I am not sure if he is the best driver ever, or if he has done something crazy to that BMW (Big Mormon Wagon), but we took that Suburban places I could barely walk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJAYBDlqzI/AAAAAAAAABs/1lQDIrVx0wY/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202291300910869298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJAYBDlqzI/AAAAAAAAABs/1lQDIrVx0wY/s200/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJAhxDlq0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TBBpsgJmPMY/s1600-h/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202291468414593858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJAhxDlq0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TBBpsgJmPMY/s200/IMG_0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJBBBDlq1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/B7D_ROVg_Vk/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202292005285505874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJBBBDlq1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/B7D_ROVg_Vk/s200/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flippin' Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The pictures don't do justice to what we were actually doing...but you can imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;FYI, 4-wheelin' trailes are rated on a 1-5 scale, this trail was rated 4+, and that might be an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7169126487887921531?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7169126487887921531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7169126487887921531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7169126487887921531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7169126487887921531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/moab-trip.html' title='MOAB TRIP'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SDJBvRDlq3I/AAAAAAAAACM/ExpkS2wVSMI/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-4217682268374029541</id><published>2008-05-13T12:01:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:07:51.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe has an identical twin named Marty. They both have a little boys - Ian and Dillon. Ian doesn't look like Marty and Dillon doesn't look like Joe. However, Ian and Dillon look like each other - go figure. Which is Ian and which is Dillon? They are both about 4 months old in these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 - ?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199956019817851602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCn0cxDlqtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AnR83pv78bo/s400/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 -?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199956397774973666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCn0yxDlquI/AAAAAAAAABE/m1A_ajYYrc4/s400/DSCF0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-4217682268374029541?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4217682268374029541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=4217682268374029541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4217682268374029541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/4217682268374029541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/joe-has-identical-twin-named-marty.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCn0cxDlqtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AnR83pv78bo/s72-c/IMG_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8562956090896016910</id><published>2008-05-13T11:43:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:50:32.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dillon is up on his hands and knees and has the scoot and face-plant down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199951316828662450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCnwLBDlqrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oY0ZP_lyvSw/s400/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had to start strapping him into his bouncy/"lazy baby" chair because he now tries to escape. He dropped Mr. Sunshine the other day and tried to get out and get him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199951810749901506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCnwnxDlqsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ma0VAqjqqRw/s400/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8562956090896016910?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8562956090896016910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8562956090896016910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8562956090896016910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8562956090896016910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-mobile.html' title='Going Mobile'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCnwLBDlqrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oY0ZP_lyvSw/s72-c/IMG_0836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-6213919706843325341</id><published>2008-05-13T11:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:42:38.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCnvHxDlqqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mViY8vKiMgE/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199950161482459810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCnvHxDlqqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mViY8vKiMgE/s400/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By special request... here is a picture of our Lilly and Dillon. Lilly is staying with my sister Kayla, because pets are not allowed at the condo we are staying at. We all miss Lilly, even Dillon. Dillon loves to watch Lilly and tries to grab her whenever he can, and Lilly tries to lick him when we aren't looking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-6213919706843325341?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6213919706843325341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=6213919706843325341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6213919706843325341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/6213919706843325341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SCnvHxDlqqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mViY8vKiMgE/s72-c/IMG_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-8932033972223881662</id><published>2008-05-11T18:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:01:16.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a great Mother's Day.  We had a yumbelievable breakfast and then dressed the little bearcat up in his shirt and tie and went to church.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a4d344e4449324e413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Our First Mother's Day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a4d344e4449324e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox%20HTTP/1.1&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-8932033972223881662?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8932033972223881662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=8932033972223881662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8932033972223881662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/8932033972223881662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title='It was a great Mother&apos;s Day.  We had a yumbelievable breakfast and then dressed the little bearcat up in his shirt and tie and went to church.'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-936864097972754577</id><published>2008-04-30T13:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:12:25.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SBjge-RVDnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YWmJ9hv1I-g/s1600-h/DSCF2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195148992888245874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SBjge-RVDnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YWmJ9hv1I-g/s400/DSCF2315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joe started this blog for me a year ago, and today I decided that I might want to put something on it(surprise Lynsey).  I'm new to this whole blog thing and so this blog is definitely a work in progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If anyone is wondering why it is titled "Peggy's Revenge" it is for Joe's mom Peggy.  She passed away 5 years ago, but had always told Joe that her revenge was going to be that "you have a little boy as crazy as you were".  Joe created this blog for me when we found out we were having Dillon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - During our 6 years of marriage, Joe and I have been fortunate enough to do some traveling and have had some great adventures.  However, we have just had our greatest adventure of all, Dillon.  Dillon is our 6 month old baby and we are crazy about him.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have just moved back to Utah from Arizona.  We are still waiting to sell our house in Arizona and are staying at a condo in Park City.  We would like to buy a house in Salt Lake, (closer to Joe's work) but we are in a holding pattern until our house sells.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We loved Arizona, (missing the weather - it is snowing in Park City right now) Joe went to law school at ASU and I worked at a civil engineering firm as an office manager.  In December, Joe received a great job offer, at a construction law firm in downtown Salt Lake called Bostwick &amp;amp; Price, and so we decided to move back to Utah.  I am now a stay-at-home mom and love hanging out with Dillon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-936864097972754577?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/936864097972754577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=936864097972754577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/936864097972754577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/936864097972754577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello Everyone!'/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SBjge-RVDnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YWmJ9hv1I-g/s72-c/DSCF2315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051828196168718089.post-7459542633765405858</id><published>2008-04-30T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:02:37.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SBilreRVDmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ba20z3gi-Xs/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195084336450571874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SBilreRVDmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ba20z3gi-Xs/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon is 6 months old now and is a very good happy baby.  He has mad rolling skills and is starting to get up on his hands and knees, but no crawling yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051828196168718089-7459542633765405858?l=themcallisterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7459542633765405858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051828196168718089&amp;postID=7459542633765405858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7459542633765405858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051828196168718089/posts/default/7459542633765405858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcallisterblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/dillon-is-6-months-old-now-and-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph &amp;amp; Marci McAllister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474043243058764141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEybrlKan2k/SBilreRVDmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ba20z3gi-Xs/s72-c/IMG_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
