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A Little Intro Action

Why hello wonderful world of blogging! I assume those who will ever read this will already know who we are, but to make my initiation into bloggerdom feel more official, I would like to first post some introductions of our little family.

Meet the head of the household, the one and only, the king of the castle, Mr. Cody Kyle Prescott!
This fine gentleman is a gun loving, track coaching, meat eating, traveling enthusiast.











Second in command, presented to you for the first time, the person truly wearing the pants:Mrs. Rachael Prescott! 
Being that I am the author of this blog, I will leave it at that.
 
 








We got married...

traveled to Chile...

Returned and got a puppy...






Who grew up into our beloved Calvin Loo.


We are now expecting to add another to our little clan...


...but more on that to come!


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