<?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-2956857867754306902</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:21.440-04:00</updated><category term='Emma'/><category term='Fun at Home'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Brice'/><title type='text'>The McCracken's Odyssey</title><subtitle type='html'>Odyssey: A spirtual quest, an extended adventourous voyage or trip, an eventful journey
Pilippians 4:11-13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-370991433137695897</id><published>2009-03-02T23:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:44:17.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>We had some great snow today and had fun playing in it and eating it:)                                                       &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz5PTJ2uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O4q7z5VezC8/s1600-h/100_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308815856703757026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz5PTJ2uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O4q7z5VezC8/s320/100_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz5QvGf_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qE9eIMWtmuE/s1600-h/100_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308815857089413106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz5QvGf_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qE9eIMWtmuE/s320/100_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Emma and Brice's first snow cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz4zrfykI/AAAAAAAAAII/cjQJm_RbcEs/s1600-h/100_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308815849289665090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz4zrfykI/AAAAAAAAAII/cjQJm_RbcEs/s320/100_1901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's first snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz4pC8nHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BMsYvOlXzzc/s1600-h/100_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308815846435232882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz4pC8nHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BMsYvOlXzzc/s320/100_1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brice and I...Brice wasn't to thrilled about the snow or smiling for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz4ouJ8hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/L_KCd9EUUJk/s1600-h/100_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308815846348026386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz4ouJ8hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/L_KCd9EUUJk/s320/100_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up pss"(translation: "Up please")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2956857867754306902-370991433137695897?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/370991433137695897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=370991433137695897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/370991433137695897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/370991433137695897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/Sayz5PTJ2uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O4q7z5VezC8/s72-c/100_1903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-4659181922111259506</id><published>2009-03-02T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:29:15.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so it has been about 2 month since my last post!  Our "Odyssey" that we are on has been keeping me pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;:)  We finally made the big move from Columbia, SC to Cornelius, NC about 1 1/2 months ago.  My brother and sister in law graciously invited us into their home to live with them as we secure jobs and a more permanent place to live.  This has been such a blessing!  It has been fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trading&lt;/span&gt; off on meals and babysitting and just being able to hang out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in a way we wouldn't normally get to do if we were not living together.  This has been especially good since Jason is still living in Columbia part of the time so that he can keep his job there until he finds one here...pray!  Just this past weekend we let go of something we have had for 6yrs...our house in Columbia!  It was freeing and good knowing that we are one step closer to getting more established in Charlotte but also sad to leave the place where we brought home Emma and Brice from the hospital.  It was a crazy moving weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;torrential&lt;/span&gt; rain showers, couches that didn't want to leave (Jason and I had a hard time fitting them through the doorways), sore forearms and trying to start my friend's van with the wrong key and freaking out because it wouldn't start!  Moving out of our house in Columbia is also good because it eliminates a lot of bills that we no longer need to pay so that we can be saving....or maybe just staying even for a while. &lt;br /&gt;One of the fun things I have gotten to do since moving here is take care of my nephew Jack (6mo:) 3 days a week while my sister in law goes to work!  It has been so fun to get to take care of Jack and build a bond with him...he is a great way for me to get my baby fix:)  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; moved here for another job with a little girl but that fell through...I am still looking for other children to care for though I am getting spoiled just caring for Jack and my children:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956857867754306902-4659181922111259506?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4659181922111259506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=4659181922111259506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/4659181922111259506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/4659181922111259506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back:)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-5666974710065303493</id><published>2009-01-04T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:51:22.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing my fears</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in the last post we were blessed by taking an extra car home with us when we left my parent's house.  My parents recently bought a new truck and no longer needed their VW Passat.  We were excited when they told us that they would like to pass it us.  God is amazing...we have been so blessed by cars being given to us...we have never had to pay more than $1, 000 for a car and have never had a car payment!  Thank you so much Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;One interesting thing about this car is that it is a stick shift!   Jason and I had a stick early on in our marriage.  When we first got it I tried to learn but gave up soon after because it made me too nervous.  So that car ended up being the one Jason drove.  So now that we have another car that is a stick shift it was time for me to face my fears.  I have had 2 days of driving it and so far it has gone pretty well.  The first day I did not stall at all and did really well.  Today was a different story.  I tried to drive it to church this morning but kept stalling as I was trying to turn out of our neighborhood.  I ended up getting out of the car (waving  and mouthing "sorry" at the person behind me who had waited through 5 attempts of me trying to get it to go) and changing places with Jason.  Later on after church I drove some more and did much better, I even drove it on the highway.  It takes some time to get used to but I think I'm going to like driving a stick.  I told Jason the first day I drove that it was fun except for the feeling of needing to throw up because I am so nervous.  Today I was only slightly nauseous:)  Emma's comment today as I was trying to get it to go was "mom, you make the car talk!":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956857867754306902-5666974710065303493?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5666974710065303493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=5666974710065303493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/5666974710065303493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/5666974710065303493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/facing-my-fears.html' title='Facing my fears'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-1236445705291188683</id><published>2009-01-04T21:53:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:29:25.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas! We had some good time with our family, I was able to spend some time with a good friend from college, Jason and I got to go on a date thanks to my mom and sister (saw Fireproof...great movie, really uplifting for our marriage), Jason got to drive home a "new" car and we were able meet our newest nephew just minuets after he was born:) &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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for the pictures.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF82Jk3EuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LFUIEyiHjGw/s1600-h/100_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644707234976482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF82Jk3EuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LFUIEyiHjGw/s200/100_1815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF8230cGtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/r6rVaxtUisE/s1600-h/100_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644719648348882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF8230cGtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/r6rVaxtUisE/s200/100_1817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says Christmas like some some holiday baking:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF83Bc0mHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ylxiNObc_ew/s1600-h/100_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644722233645170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF83Bc0mHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ylxiNObc_ew/s200/100_1820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for Christmas Eve my mom, sister and I took the girls to a Moravian Love Feast in Old Salem, NC. This was a tradition that we had every year growing up since I was about Emma's age. It was fun to share that tradition with the girls.  They did really well through the service and enjoyed eating a special orange roll and holding the beeswax candles at the end (Even though Becca was deathly afraid the whole time she held her candle because her mommy said she'd better hold onto it or she could burn down the place...sorry Laura, I couldn't resist:).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF8309_10I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tEJqd8sfG1g/s1600-h/100_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644736063002434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF8309_10I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tEJqd8sfG1g/s200/100_1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF833YX1FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zaAg34FS-34/s1600-h/100_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644736710497362" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF833YX1FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zaAg34FS-34/s200/100_1825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We mainly gave the kids stocking stuffers this year...Brice had fun pretending with Daddy and playing with the rubber duckies in Bamma and Granddaddy's bathtub:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF_NGSNMdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DQ0qZvEovsI/s1600-h/100_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647300511674834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF_NGSNMdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DQ0qZvEovsI/s200/100_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWGDZEPO9PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S2NvzOI24Fo/s1600-h/100_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287651904167277810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWGDZEPO9PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S2NvzOI24Fo/s320/100_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spaghetti night at Bamma and Granddaddy's...they decided it was more fun as body paint:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF_OLZMkbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/beApz1ZsZ3g/s1600-h/100_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647319063040434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF_OLZMkbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/beApz1ZsZ3g/s200/100_1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-UKIrgJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D1m0f_7jQSk/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646322292916370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-UKIrgJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D1m0f_7jQSk/s200/100_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-TSYTKsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eCaMyS74zH4/s1600-h/100_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646307326044866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-TSYTKsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eCaMyS74zH4/s200/100_1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good pictures of us in our hats:)  I FINALLY figured out how the size the hats so that they fit someone other than an infant:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-SJsUFwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bFpjrR6XXPo/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646287814203138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-SJsUFwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bFpjrR6XXPo/s200/100_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-RnZi2eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ee-5VagwDHo/s1600-h/100_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646278608673250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF-RnZi2eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ee-5VagwDHo/s200/100_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Aireon was born Dec. 28th at 2:25pm, he weighed 7lbs 12oz and was 20 1/2 inches long.  We arrived at the hospital at lunch time and had a great time waiting for his arrival.  The waiting room was great because it has a big window to look into the nursery.  Emma, Brice and I were easily entertained by watching newborns get their first baths and bottles.  When Aireon arrived we were able to greet him through the window as well:)  Better pictures of Aireon to come....&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2956857867754306902-1236445705291188683?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1236445705291188683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=1236445705291188683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1236445705291188683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1236445705291188683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWF82Jk3EuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LFUIEyiHjGw/s72-c/100_1815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-3092722929805177968</id><published>2008-12-15T20:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:17:20.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun at Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>We've been having fun at our house getting ready for Christmas:) This year Emma is really into it and in turn that has made me more excited this year as well. Take a look at what we have been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEHr5KhrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P9NWDDdPwZk/s1600-h/100_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280193618203281074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEHr5KhrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P9NWDDdPwZk/s200/100_1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEHySw4EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UP4RS5bq3UU/s1600-h/100_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280193619921264706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEHySw4EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UP4RS5bq3UU/s200/100_1775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first year that I have done a Gingerbread house with the kids...it was much more work than I imagined but we still had fun doing it:) We ran out of the candy that came in the kit (yes, I used a kit...I'm not that talented:) half way through and ended up using mini marshmallows and Halloween candy. I think the kids(especially Brice) had more sugar than they have ever had during the construction of that house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEIRLMuRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RLD0JWFMZqc/s1600-h/100_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280193628211034386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEIRLMuRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RLD0JWFMZqc/s200/100_1778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEI5_GKlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M0DUkwwUfT8/s1600-h/100_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280193639166126674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEI5_GKlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M0DUkwwUfT8/s200/100_1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our Christmas tree a couple weeks ago. Emma wanted to help every step of the way. She helped cut the the netting off the tree and attempted to help Jason bring the tree into the house:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcFRXyO4fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e3ue86Rg89k/s1600-h/100_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280194884115816946" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcFRXyO4fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e3ue86Rg89k/s200/100_1782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tradition at our house...the Garfield ornament goes on first:) Jason has this glass Garfield ornament that he had growing up and I believe he managed to always put it on first when they were decorating their tree so we continue the tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcFRiJAWcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bZzPVoOO3SM/s1600-h/100_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280194886895688130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcFRiJAWcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bZzPVoOO3SM/s200/100_1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcLVgjGUvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O1dzp_D5XMc/s1600-h/100_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280201552257503986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcLVgjGUvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O1dzp_D5XMc/s200/100_1789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brice and Emma had fun decorating the tree!  Emma got the hang of it pretty quickly (we didn't have a tree last year) and had a blast.  Most of Brice's ornaments didn't stay...because he didn't use the hook and because he liked taking them off more than putting them on:)  Most of the ornaments are actually still on the tree...the first day after we decorated it was pretty bear but since then they have not done to much "redecorating".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcFSLvU7qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1P_CPYm_Cgo/s1600-h/100_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280194898062274210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcFSLvU7qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1P_CPYm_Cgo/s200/100_1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least...the star:)  &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956857867754306902-3092722929805177968?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3092722929805177968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=3092722929805177968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/3092722929805177968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/3092722929805177968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SUcEHr5KhrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P9NWDDdPwZk/s72-c/100_1772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-3879538292678864795</id><published>2008-12-10T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:42:34.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation at supper time</title><content type='html'>Emma has been telling me lately that she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; when Brice is loud or something is bothering her.  My usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt; is that she doesn't have to be around what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; her (Brice) and that she can go to another room.  I also say that she can pray about it.  So the other night Brice kept getting down from his seat at supper time (a usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; that drives me nuts!)...after a few times of this Emma said, "Mommy are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;?...I think you need to pray."  It's interesting when you start getting reminders to pray from your 4yr old...kids keep you humble:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956857867754306902-3879538292678864795?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3879538292678864795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=3879538292678864795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/3879538292678864795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/3879538292678864795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/conversation-at-supper-time.html' title='A conversation at supper time'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-4703719536837070152</id><published>2008-11-23T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:25:50.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emma!</title><content type='html'>My baby is turning 4 years old today! Crazy to think that 4 years ago we were in the hospital just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; the great adventure of parenting. Emma (and Brice) have taught me so much. They have taught me to be less selfish, how much God loves me as his child, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;...they are so dependent on you especially when they are newborns, how to better communicate with people and how to just have fun with life. It is nice now that Emma is older and able to do so much...she loves to wash and brush her hair; which may be part of the reason why her hair always looks so wild and that she inherited my crazy curls (which aren't so present for me after having kids:). She loves to pretend. Lately she has been really into The Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;....a couple times last week she wanted a fork &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; quiet time to brush her hair:) She often asks me to help her act out different fairy tales.. she will say to me "You be the prince and I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;". The other day as I was cleaning the house she said, "mom you are kinda like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a fun birthday...we went to Charlotte for Jason interview (went well!) yesterday and met my mom at the mall for a special surprise. Every time we have gone to our mall Emma asks to make a build-a-bear so we decided that would be a special thing for her to do on her birthday. She had fun with it. When they came to the part where you put the heart in the bear the lady told her to make a wish...Emma just looked at her like "what does that mean"...I guess we have never talked about making wishes:) We spent the rest of the weekend with my Sister in law and brother and their son. It was fun hanging out with them. I made a cake for Emma yesterday...it was quite sad...it stuck to the pan and I ended up trying to piece it together with icing...Emma didn't care though:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SSodyK42CMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/11GAvyQLmjY/s1600-h/100_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272059061544028354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SSodyK42CMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/11GAvyQLmjY/s200/100_1754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SSodySmmeDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tjhW6UByhmA/s1600-h/100_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272059063614994482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SSodySmmeDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tjhW6UByhmA/s200/100_1755.JPG" border="0" /&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/2956857867754306902-4703719536837070152?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4703719536837070152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=4703719536837070152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/4703719536837070152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/4703719536837070152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-emma.html' title='Happy Birthday Emma!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SSodyK42CMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/11GAvyQLmjY/s72-c/100_1754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-1977184963454559075</id><published>2008-11-09T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:52:48.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobby</title><content type='html'>At night I love to relax by watching a good TV show but I feel unproductive if I am not also doing something else as well (crazy, I know!)...a lot of the time my hands are busy with laundry but lately I have also been crocheting. I learned how to knit a while back and made a few scarves but never really got into it. I also tried to learn how to crochet a year ago but couldn't get the hang of it. Every year as the weather gets cooler my desire for making something warm increases:) This year I have several friends who are also crocheting and it has helped me get into it and understand it more. I have also used YouTube...they have great videos that show you how to do the stitches and follow pattern...I'm a visual learner so this is great for me! Here is my first project:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRe74-tefcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Dc8tTEnfcU/s1600-h/100_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266884876813893058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRe74-tefcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Dc8tTEnfcU/s200/100_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRe74XMrNqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k7ATTjO9YKA/s1600-h/100_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266884866207332002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRe74XMrNqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k7ATTjO9YKA/s200/100_1739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this hat was supposed to fit me...but it looks great on Brice....Jason's not sure yet...he thinks it may look too girly...what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956857867754306902-1977184963454559075?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1977184963454559075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=1977184963454559075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1977184963454559075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1977184963454559075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-hobby.html' title='My New Hobby'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRe74-tefcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Dc8tTEnfcU/s72-c/100_1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-1690925598365117449</id><published>2008-11-09T22:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:18:02.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had a fun Halloween last weekend:) Every year our neighborhood has a potluck get together on Halloween and this year we decided to go. It was a great way to get to know our neighbors a little better. After the potluck we took the kids trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. They had a great time. We let Brice trick-or-treat too this year and he quickly got the hang of it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew-csvc4I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZCgxnlqdLPk/s1600-h/100_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266872876135314306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew-csvc4I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZCgxnlqdLPk/s200/100_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew-8bCjfI/AAAAAAAAADk/1Tv6U0QIbmc/s1600-h/100_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266872884651003378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew-8bCjfI/AAAAAAAAADk/1Tv6U0QIbmc/s200/100_1715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma the Ballerina (that got cold half way through) and Brice the Dalmatian (I love the tail..it was especially cute when it waged when he walked!).  If you look closely you will see that they were using Easter baskets.  Halloween baskets...yet another thing I packed(thinking we would &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;for sure &lt;/span&gt;be moved by Halloween!) and wished I hadn't.  Brice held tight to his basket the whole time...it was fun prying it from his fingers when we got home.  He said his first "sentence" that night "unt dat" (want that!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew_7HKfjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZtV170i4faw/s1600-h/100_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266872901479071282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew_7HKfjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZtV170i4faw/s200/100_1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew_QeIUOI/AAAAAAAAADs/oYPF5LzpsNA/s1600-h/100_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266872890032672994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew_QeIUOI/AAAAAAAAADs/oYPF5LzpsNA/s200/100_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also carved our jack-o-lantern on Halloween as well.  Emma drew the face on the pumpkin and I carved it:)  Emma wanted legs on him so the line on the side of the pumpkin is his legs:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956857867754306902-1690925598365117449?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1690925598365117449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=1690925598365117449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1690925598365117449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1690925598365117449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SRew-csvc4I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZCgxnlqdLPk/s72-c/100_1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-1469894536793712806</id><published>2008-10-30T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:46:05.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Home</title><content type='html'>Today we had a great day without leaving the house(except for a quick walk around the neighborhood). About 3 days a week we are out of the house a good part of the day because I am a nanny. In the past I have nannied in people's homes and in my own. My present job is not in my home. I am enjoying it and the family I work for is great! I love that I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to nanny because I can work and still be with my kids! I have found that the times that I have not had a job as a nanny I miss it because I enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; and interaction with children and their parents. Back to today...I tend to be the kind of person that likes to get out and go places but today it was good to just be here...and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cleanish&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cleanish&lt;/span&gt; because I can never get my house totally clean in a day with 2 kids to love on as well) house thanks me:) I had to share some pictures of some of the things we did today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe1ctil-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f7_-Km5UtiU/s1600-h/100_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123386869127138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe1ctil-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f7_-Km5UtiU/s200/100_1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe1EYcJ0I/AAAAAAAAADM/loa2WVhjWg8/s1600-h/100_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123380338173762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe1EYcJ0I/AAAAAAAAADM/loa2WVhjWg8/s200/100_1701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe0zxrUTI/AAAAAAAAADE/tKg5ambcGOA/s1600-h/100_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma helped me make some honey whole wheat bread...she loves adding the flour...I think some actually made it into the bowl:)  If you look closely you will see she even had flour on her cheek....a sign of a true baker:)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;...gotta love that smile...that is how she used to always smile for pictures; eyes half shut and looking like she is in pain...it still comes back every once and a while:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe0zxrUTI/AAAAAAAAADE/tKg5ambcGOA/s1600-h/100_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123375880622386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe0zxrUTI/AAAAAAAAADE/tKg5ambcGOA/s200/100_1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe0zxrUTI/AAAAAAAAADE/tKg5ambcGOA/s1600-h/100_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe0zxrUTI/AAAAAAAAADE/tKg5ambcGOA/s1600-h/100_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to add the picture from yesterday afternoon....I got my hair cut yesterday and of course as soon as we got home Emma wanted her hair cut as well.  I have cut her hair in the past and I have also taken her to a salon to get it cut...I decided to try it again since the last time was at a salon and I could pretty much see how it was cut before.  It turned out pretty good:)  Thankfully she has curly hair so it hides my mistakes:)  I thought about taking the scissors to Brice's hair but I could see that that would be a disaster with his straight blond hair and wiggly body:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956857867754306902-1469894536793712806?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1469894536793712806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=1469894536793712806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1469894536793712806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1469894536793712806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-at-home.html' title='Fun at Home'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQpe1ctil-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f7_-Km5UtiU/s72-c/100_1702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-1784981734320841523</id><published>2008-10-29T22:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:53:34.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend fun in NC</title><content type='html'>We have had busy couple of weekends visiting in family in NC:) We had a great time and it was fun getting to see everyone! Hopefully it won't be long before we won't have to travel so far (though around 3hrs isn't that long compared to some) to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our first trip we went in Greensboro to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McCracken&lt;/span&gt; side of the family. Jason's sister is pregnant and due December 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...though we are praying for a baby boy to hold on Christmas:) We were excited to celebrate her and her husband and 7yr old son with a baby shower that weekend. We had a good time catching up with everyone. Jason's brother and his wife were in town (they spend most of their time overseas) so it was great to connect with them. On our way home we stopped by my brother and sister in law's house to visit with my new nephew (Jack) and my mom (who was taking care of him while my bro and sister in law worked). He had grown so much since I had seen him last...it was fun seeing him more interactive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkb_ZpInVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E74Ovj1KWO0/s1600-h/100_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768415588261202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkb_ZpInVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E74Ovj1KWO0/s200/100_1639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had fun playing outside with the dogs:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkb_pa1ZaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN30IzCjIwI/s1600-h/100_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768419823248802" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkb_pa1ZaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN30IzCjIwI/s200/100_1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chillin&lt;/span&gt;' Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went the my parent's house. Jason did not make it on this trip so it was just the kids and I. We missed Jason but still had a fun time. My sister(Laura), brother in law(Dennis) and their 4 kids (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; (5yrs), Hannah (20mo.), Samuel (20mo) and Isaac (1yr) were there as well:) The kids had a great time together. Emma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; always have a fun time together...though Laura and I always joke that they are in their "honeymoon" faze when they first get together and we are always aware that the honeymoon is over when they start fighting...this time the honeymoon was over by day 2:) The younger kids also had a fun time...it is cool to see them as they get older and play together more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkb_9EJ5wI/AAAAAAAAACE/hm-4wATIUTU/s1600-h/100_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768425096832770" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkb_9EJ5wI/AAAAAAAAACE/hm-4wATIUTU/s200/100_1668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young scholars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkouNGvLYI/AAAAAAAAACc/2JOrxHn1XX8/s1600-h/100_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262782413816147330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkouNGvLYI/AAAAAAAAACc/2JOrxHn1XX8/s200/100_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkotHuNYPI/AAAAAAAAACM/6zGD7-2fKtQ/s1600-h/100_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262782395191222514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkotHuNYPI/AAAAAAAAACM/6zGD7-2fKtQ/s200/100_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkot1DUDnI/AAAAAAAAACU/cX3Tg8VGh94/s1600-h/100_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262782407359336050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkot1DUDnI/AAAAAAAAACU/cX3Tg8VGh94/s200/100_1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkotHuNYPI/AAAAAAAAACM/6zGD7-2fKtQ/s1600-h/100_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Granddaddy's&lt;/span&gt; back porch:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday while Laura and Dennis went to a friend's wedding we took the kids to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; festival downtown.  Emma and Becca had fun jumping in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bounce house&lt;/span&gt; they had and trick-or-treating at the downtown shops.  The girls were cute in the car on the way home...comparing and smelling their candy...they managed to wait until after supper to delve into their candy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkqY0R8hBI/AAAAAAAAACk/MwtKGJQ1Oh4/s1600-h/100_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784245398275090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkqY0R8hBI/AAAAAAAAACk/MwtKGJQ1Oh4/s200/100_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkqZhEah2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yzL4OwVYkgA/s1600-h/100_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784257421117282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkqZhEah2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yzL4OwVYkgA/s200/100_1691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkrICvq7HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ccgCV-36V0Y/s1600-h/100_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262785056734899314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkrICvq7HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ccgCV-36V0Y/s200/100_1686.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkqZLDXX5I/AAAAAAAAACs/LSG6E4BcOc0/s1600-h/100_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784251511136146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkqZLDXX5I/AAAAAAAAACs/LSG6E4BcOc0/s200/100_1688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac hung out with me in this cool side sling thing that my sister has....it was nice to have seeing that we had 2 adults and 6kids!&lt;/div&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/2956857867754306902-1784981734320841523?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1784981734320841523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=1784981734320841523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1784981734320841523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/1784981734320841523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-fun-in-nc.html' title='Weekend fun in NC'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SQkb_ZpInVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E74Ovj1KWO0/s72-c/100_1639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-6662873912980546012</id><published>2008-10-20T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:32:18.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brice'/><title type='text'>Brice Alan McCracken  Aka BAM:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SPza3LLq_mI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ias3qvwUgBg/s1600-h/100_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259319106291301986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SPza3LLq_mI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ias3qvwUgBg/s200/100_0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SPzXBwOrFLI/AAAAAAAAABc/io6gsNAsD40/s1600-h/100_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259314889988183218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SPzXBwOrFLI/AAAAAAAAABc/io6gsNAsD40/s320/100_1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SPzP3whi6KI/AAAAAAAAABU/TtTGw6QKFgE/s1600-h/100_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307021687253154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SPzP3whi6KI/AAAAAAAAABU/TtTGw6QKFgE/s320/100_1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little about Brice; Past and Present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We just knew Brice was a boy when I was pregnant with him...I was really excited to have a boy; though a little scared about how I would relate to him since we only had a girl. It's cool to see how much Brice has taught me in 17months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He was born 10 days late(though he thought he was just on time:)! God seems to find all kinds of ways to teach me patience...waiting to move to Charlotte reminds me (on a different scale) of waiting for Brice to be born...I didn't know when he would come and it was not in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He was 9lbs 8oz (we skipped newborn diapers:) Emma was 7lbs 6oz...it will be interesting to see how big the next baby (God willing) will be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Brice loves to "help" me around the house(as you can see from the pictures). He is my cooking companion (Aspiring Chef)..he stands on the stool in the kitchen as I cook and watches with a random measuring cup and spoon that I have given him or he has found rummaging through the kitchen drawers. He often gets out all my pots and pans and "cooks" with them (why do we have toys?) He also loves vacuums and brooms. Whenever I am using either of these he is right there with me wanting to help push the vacuum or use my broom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He loves, loves, loves dogs! Whenever he sees a new dog he goes crazy and says "dog, dog". We have 2 dogs of our own that he likes to follow around will try to find as soon as he wakes up. He also loves to feed them. Every morning Brice puts the dog's bowls down where they go and then calls to them with a kissing sound (which Jason and I use to call the dogs) to get them to come and eat:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He also loves his sister (most of the time:). He laughs and laughs when they are playing. I have seen him lately start to "protect" her by handing her things that are hers and sharing his food with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He now hates his highchair :( He will no longer sit in it when we are at our house. He wants to sit in a regular chair (like his sister) on his knees. Our challenge now is teaching him to not stand up on the chair and to not get down when we are eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He loves his sister (most of the time:). He laughs and laughs when they are playing. I have seen him lately start to "protect" her by handing her things that are hers and sharing his food with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He uses a few words (Dog, all done, please ("ease"), mama, Dada and uoh). I suspect he knows a few more words but we don't understand him:)&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/2956857867754306902-6662873912980546012?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6662873912980546012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=6662873912980546012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/6662873912980546012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/6662873912980546012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/brice-alan-mccracken-aka-bam.html' title='Brice Alan McCracken  Aka BAM:)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SPza3LLq_mI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ias3qvwUgBg/s72-c/100_0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-8768530412321463272</id><published>2008-10-08T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:20:49.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>Emma Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SO14E7KDAAI/AAAAAAAAABM/nschdKJD0Fk/s1600-h/100_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254988366205878274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SO14E7KDAAI/AAAAAAAAABM/nschdKJD0Fk/s320/100_1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"There was a little girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  Who had a little curl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  Right in the middle of her forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  When she was good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  She was very, very good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  But when she was bad she was horrid." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;by Henry Wadsworth Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This poem is a pretty good discription of our Emma...even down to the curls:) There are times, especially as she is getting older (I'm so excited that we are almost out of the 3's) that she is very, very good. She loves to take care of her brother. There are times when they play so well together that I can actually sit down and read or get something done around the house (and it not be nap time:). The other day she cleaned up her room without much prompting from me and also volentarrily cleaned up Brice's room. She will randomly so sweet things like "I love you mommy! or "Your a sweet mommy"(probably because I tell her she is a sweet girl). But there are times when she acts horrid! These are times when she is just plain grumpy and I tell her to go upstairs to her room because we don't like being around people who are acting grumpy. One of her latest grumpy times has to do with church on wednesday nights. Jason and I have been helping out with the highschool students for 5yrs now...it was a stretch for us because we both weren't popular as teens or very outgoing but we have found that we love it:) Emma (and now Brice) have always come with us and just hung out with the teens right along with us. Emma has always been clingy durring those times unless she has a friend her age around. As she is getting older we are trying to get her to "use her good maners" and at least smile at the teens and answer some of their questions when they ask her something. Well a few weeks ago she definatly was not doing that. As one of the teens was talking to her kindly I caught Emma sticking her tongue out at her and giving her a scowl! I was horrified...that does really help the whole being there to make the teens feel loved and accepted when my child is sticking her tongue out at them! "This to shall pass" right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2956857867754306902-8768530412321463272?l=themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8768530412321463272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956857867754306902&amp;postID=8768530412321463272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/8768530412321463272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956857867754306902/posts/default/8768530412321463272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themccrackensodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/emma-ruth.html' title='Emma Ruth'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10898081871320881159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SWbTgpZ--hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs_w7g2lN1w/S220/100_1861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzjcwGmiar8/SO14E7KDAAI/AAAAAAAAABM/nschdKJD0Fk/s72-c/100_1634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956857867754306902.post-1900560679282617386</id><published>2008-10-06T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:57:54.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Goes:)</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first post of my blog that I've been writing in my head for about 6 months now.  Things happen throughout the day that I think "that would be a great blog post" but I have never actually gotten around to making a blog until now:) My sister is cheering now because it has been her voice in my head that has been telling me to start a blog.  She is definitely my inspiration since she has an awesome blog that I'm addicted to.  I'm mainly doing a blog to keep track of my children's life (more on them to come:) and share it with my family and friends.  Also as the name of my blog indicates I want to keep track of the wonderful Odyssey God is taking us on.  I love the definition of Odyssey: a spiritual journey, an extended adventurous voyage or trip, an eventful journey.  I have to remind myself to think of life this way.  It is easy to get focused on my worries and troubles and forget that God has us on a wonderful adventure and he is using it to shape us into beautiful vessels for Him.  I pray that some day I can say that this verse is true in my life: "I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.  I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty.  I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  I can do everything through him who gives me strength." Phil. 4:11-13  It is not about us pushing our way through life and making things work on our own.  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