tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69125913026154820352024-03-05T16:59:15.342-08:00Blissful Chaos...The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-1950057639040683732011-05-08T22:41:00.001-07:002011-05-08T22:49:44.702-07:006 years!Keith and I recently celebrated our 6 year anniversary! We celebrated with a fancy dinner and a movie. We NEVER go to movies anymore so its quite a treat. I'm so grateful to have such a wonderful man in my life. Our relationship started out a little wild, but we've both grown sooo much together and he really is my best friend. I dont' know how I'd live without him. He is helpful and caring and very hard-working. He works so hard to take care of us and be a good husband and father. I couldn't be more grateful. 6 years has flown by, and I can't wait to see what else we have ahead. :) My facebook status for the day was : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">Keith & Stacy... 6 years, 2.99 kids, 3 pregnancies, 3 states, 9 jobs, 8 cars, 3 schools, 6 moves, and SEVERAL other surprises... 6 years later and I love you more than ever. Can't wait to see what else is in store! Happy anniversary baby :) Mwahs! </span>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-68303958817227149902011-05-08T22:05:00.000-07:002011-05-08T22:26:16.152-07:00Easter<div>Easter Sunday was fun this year. The weather was actually nice so we could hunt outside for once! One family picture in the suits and then they were off. After that we had a great dinner at Grandmas. Here's the pics, they're pretty self explanatory:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLJBUvlIvgHZrd0pFXqy_QgXJM0VJdKDw7mrb-P7rx-_c1_jCXXYLKphfHV1isAe_8d-6ZgqPdncDeWaXSyJ9jnMk5tLgr_CZsSUoIWS-iLWI1c7kB7ajDBeEcBfgX7AAEmFA5nncMak/s1600/120.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLJBUvlIvgHZrd0pFXqy_QgXJM0VJdKDw7mrb-P7rx-_c1_jCXXYLKphfHV1isAe_8d-6ZgqPdncDeWaXSyJ9jnMk5tLgr_CZsSUoIWS-iLWI1c7kB7ajDBeEcBfgX7AAEmFA5nncMak/s400/120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604582188742839410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWk5DGCn5rAawDlwFNhYwmyAkfhR7fcGGW-3NuQ5Je5uLn56jY_LN_1MJkChFQKLZsHKjyOP_sb4vpJ4XXbd_E2A1OI5NlZaqq93YpAcrC8m8jwm6CqIDH9YOSfHLyE-YGgVd_Gmq7k70/s1600/121.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWk5DGCn5rAawDlwFNhYwmyAkfhR7fcGGW-3NuQ5Je5uLn56jY_LN_1MJkChFQKLZsHKjyOP_sb4vpJ4XXbd_E2A1OI5NlZaqq93YpAcrC8m8jwm6CqIDH9YOSfHLyE-YGgVd_Gmq7k70/s400/121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604582183394249442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJz4bRXIGH7AsJ7ugBu3Yp0UADFS6vFrPc8Z5KbzIsDwMTiwyqlsfTeZix3rCnPQyf4TFsPyCFlLvyhJqREGRLHXcelaDWnQRTtQUH7S1D18j1rxWYAXzB3lzxbnNVpDEg7v2jdqS3Ag/s1600/122.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJz4bRXIGH7AsJ7ugBu3Yp0UADFS6vFrPc8Z5KbzIsDwMTiwyqlsfTeZix3rCnPQyf4TFsPyCFlLvyhJqREGRLHXcelaDWnQRTtQUH7S1D18j1rxWYAXzB3lzxbnNVpDEg7v2jdqS3Ag/s400/122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604582176433534642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCn10qXnK13B1leR-8-2BSrbu6XfyTF12mlBcE65GuhQTEVCciiNLYnSnEb68ib3t1DYGhC3KQltA5oBj73cPXJeSFTMoHH2rZCAcwqknbIpSbu7fyYorkt_YjK5PEaPCNfyWEuKjV34k/s1600/132.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCn10qXnK13B1leR-8-2BSrbu6XfyTF12mlBcE65GuhQTEVCciiNLYnSnEb68ib3t1DYGhC3KQltA5oBj73cPXJeSFTMoHH2rZCAcwqknbIpSbu7fyYorkt_YjK5PEaPCNfyWEuKjV34k/s400/132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604580827310346626" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb3xQf-U1xsrFjEg5vSvR-ffvOVE-9FeDaOz9x7DjnebArq97rvcYM8LDJtURhnU-R_YLvKNMLqNnqr5kVBpbLWfDrAASyfv0xtjnCOCJb54QJH4QW6r1JUWDZmFjJpTrv_Bgnb4dIvk/s1600/129.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb3xQf-U1xsrFjEg5vSvR-ffvOVE-9FeDaOz9x7DjnebArq97rvcYM8LDJtURhnU-R_YLvKNMLqNnqr5kVBpbLWfDrAASyfv0xtjnCOCJb54QJH4QW6r1JUWDZmFjJpTrv_Bgnb4dIvk/s400/129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604580823873716498" /></a>Cameron and Carla (who my boys fell in love with and can't stop talking about)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0hLrYSIGx6KGZJc2v2eWZZF_cXg5wwzHtwytgN-xDViikiaE7Y95YNSqSu2z5fen-Wne-YaaePKE3_3kxpLhQa55eVsTMrHM0a0MVFmMq3LQMlVpAtbfDtWJSJHarSS1ybX2ejj1ga4/s1600/135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0hLrYSIGx6KGZJc2v2eWZZF_cXg5wwzHtwytgN-xDViikiaE7Y95YNSqSu2z5fen-Wne-YaaePKE3_3kxpLhQa55eVsTMrHM0a0MVFmMq3LQMlVpAtbfDtWJSJHarSS1ybX2ejj1ga4/s400/135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604580814277552882" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiGNe3FER52EdPwdkpPbg1VugSOz1fcSaL2SWgfOolAr8X8iHVka_V28NadPLMK1FcAcEyKQsYn88uVflDVsiju1A6MpEHpCv1PvZ_KrVB6iVy5CwnHezd2FQ4KyhsUhGqoXFuZQ_pVM/s1600/140.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiGNe3FER52EdPwdkpPbg1VugSOz1fcSaL2SWgfOolAr8X8iHVka_V28NadPLMK1FcAcEyKQsYn88uVflDVsiju1A6MpEHpCv1PvZ_KrVB6iVy5CwnHezd2FQ4KyhsUhGqoXFuZQ_pVM/s400/140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604580811730354866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhm8xERB-YOwpRL9YLIJvN6OhrUr1SEaaFxwv0SPdqjSA7fwRD9aMyxLSNzBUXi1TdR7mt6Baovvai05rgL19d20-qT1_uHjcTLXB_Jnw5sLn3CjrI4vCHdarUQs7HGOr9QVBaob7PV4/s1600/141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhm8xERB-YOwpRL9YLIJvN6OhrUr1SEaaFxwv0SPdqjSA7fwRD9aMyxLSNzBUXi1TdR7mt6Baovvai05rgL19d20-qT1_uHjcTLXB_Jnw5sLn3CjrI4vCHdarUQs7HGOr9QVBaob7PV4/s400/141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604580807375749714" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-66904826451871597322011-05-08T21:42:00.000-07:002011-05-08T22:04:05.179-07:00UTAH! again....<div>I feel like we don't really travel anywhere else....but this year we have some really good reasons. We decided to go down and see both Alex and Jenny graduate and watch Alex get commissioned into the Air Force. It was a big weekend and we didn't want to miss out. It was a really fun trip and we crammed as much into it as possible. We stayed with our besties Katie and Derek and the kids sure had a blast together. We ate TONS of good food (I gained about 5 lbs that week...no exaggeration) and had a great trip. The kids got to go to Kangaroo Zoo and Hoggle Zoo and we got to play with Aunts/Uncles/Grandparents/friends and TONS of cousins. We split the trip up on the way down and saw Chuck and Kelli also so that was a nice break and fun visit. Here are the boys on the drive down. I'm pretty sure this is the first hour after we left so thats why they are smiling/peaceful/sleeping... (and something is weird about the camera so all the pictures look foggy...probably just has fingerprints on it)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVeTm4jBHaDnNQCu4jcsIT4VtKAph60ParWwB1Pofhp-AYYMcMiADbY5dNoFqefL2RpHx_rrMFidQen9YFfmj8t6JjXVIEda8OdJDIseTxHzAKlq6z92AKMcu1oOzwqhmxST2OP9Fad8/s1600/056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVeTm4jBHaDnNQCu4jcsIT4VtKAph60ParWwB1Pofhp-AYYMcMiADbY5dNoFqefL2RpHx_rrMFidQen9YFfmj8t6JjXVIEda8OdJDIseTxHzAKlq6z92AKMcu1oOzwqhmxST2OP9Fad8/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604575218249042978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVkaAldSQiI60nuaVK2uPoZl6AjKAkEX8pSn_P71KHdfedTeFtOvc7eZdwmIZIUYprujbQ1QjoD3FQaLqOrdcMPPnAPGcVT48AVrqq5O7lFbdIH2q58Wg-nSPyydwXQkA6XVCBicOiHk/s1600/057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVkaAldSQiI60nuaVK2uPoZl6AjKAkEX8pSn_P71KHdfedTeFtOvc7eZdwmIZIUYprujbQ1QjoD3FQaLqOrdcMPPnAPGcVT48AVrqq5O7lFbdIH2q58Wg-nSPyydwXQkA6XVCBicOiHk/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604575212146329186" /></a>Keith grew a HIDEOUS 'stache and had fun with his BFF Derek :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCSaOejwNyMh4cj2BLD9uBbJdH0hyGIEp-FHHhXtd9ZIDY42dz7nsVLv7Wq0LmC2fcLW9PQ2FP9WdY6gqXDK0fu2SJdArAotV3HKmJ6HPR_GFWjUd3ohlorD-Fca9FM0_eMZwoyZ8jrA/s1600/059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCSaOejwNyMh4cj2BLD9uBbJdH0hyGIEp-FHHhXtd9ZIDY42dz7nsVLv7Wq0LmC2fcLW9PQ2FP9WdY6gqXDK0fu2SJdArAotV3HKmJ6HPR_GFWjUd3ohlorD-Fca9FM0_eMZwoyZ8jrA/s400/059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604575209786308498" /></a>Cutie Kids!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKXOO4JAT8wfJqwqb9BpPIERQ-u4FgidCrJdisGv-53JHHOTxxqivXg-8agZ0AMhkU3MGpJL0OqUNEBIXiawEy0JjMnacL3n6db3WjyeU7zxzt27qxdXkyUNv4boO-BdRWuNUBsFtnL0/s1600/065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKXOO4JAT8wfJqwqb9BpPIERQ-u4FgidCrJdisGv-53JHHOTxxqivXg-8agZ0AMhkU3MGpJL0OqUNEBIXiawEy0JjMnacL3n6db3WjyeU7zxzt27qxdXkyUNv4boO-BdRWuNUBsFtnL0/s400/065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604574572411653874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mfUIIOgWeznqD-_vUXOlNEUMs2lKoebIwe2gZKv_vzFBna6sqTtpKmTRgXrhKvjevAjeaLu06O4nIp_625FJQ14Yw5J3OGv6P-28QNqwjdDLfGhZu0NvN0XIa33wT1UZXRehs6OChiE/s1600/072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mfUIIOgWeznqD-_vUXOlNEUMs2lKoebIwe2gZKv_vzFBna6sqTtpKmTRgXrhKvjevAjeaLu06O4nIp_625FJQ14Yw5J3OGv6P-28QNqwjdDLfGhZu0NvN0XIa33wT1UZXRehs6OChiE/s400/072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604574569243642610" /></a>I didn't get any pictures at the graduation, but here we are at Alex's commissioning.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3mf2FDTAdJs6cmk5w4m4RXLTMwb2YFINCzRK1TC3h2l8Vuduc4cQnO1YnY_uVFNEZSncy9kG4pMSJSXElcCUpEncO2InmlXhiF_BjgNwE9MZtjcBdF8w0akr9U8evbfKI2l5fJ1Dado/s1600/076.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3mf2FDTAdJs6cmk5w4m4RXLTMwb2YFINCzRK1TC3h2l8Vuduc4cQnO1YnY_uVFNEZSncy9kG4pMSJSXElcCUpEncO2InmlXhiF_BjgNwE9MZtjcBdF8w0akr9U8evbfKI2l5fJ1Dado/s400/076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604574565871852386" /></a>Yay for Alex, we are so proud of you :) 2nd Lieutenant (right??)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTouco7z7uEkiNu4f7X_1tW-QEaaTVr_Cj90DKr2FMKDruo792TMy8fQf6WLbPVhbxdxQ1TXoV1YWvqP0o2X9J7RN3YmqAuHLlLts7qf5sAwQhssvlafCQxgpIcdj_n7dU9V8kYO04cyE/s1600/077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTouco7z7uEkiNu4f7X_1tW-QEaaTVr_Cj90DKr2FMKDruo792TMy8fQf6WLbPVhbxdxQ1TXoV1YWvqP0o2X9J7RN3YmqAuHLlLts7qf5sAwQhssvlafCQxgpIcdj_n7dU9V8kYO04cyE/s400/077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604574562908973826" /></a>And at the zoo:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PHaxHPeMTE5PgPiuwFmwPTx171wIQiAgwkPOq4oAVKKKprfvsDNhbIV0X8s-do2EalvxiJx3gNHV29VGDDDv2rhsx0vawQPE-wc9AYbzusy2_S-ugtSp0HHjgDRIfmpp00f05ha0OOE/s1600/088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PHaxHPeMTE5PgPiuwFmwPTx171wIQiAgwkPOq4oAVKKKprfvsDNhbIV0X8s-do2EalvxiJx3gNHV29VGDDDv2rhsx0vawQPE-wc9AYbzusy2_S-ugtSp0HHjgDRIfmpp00f05ha0OOE/s400/088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604574556496928754" /></a>Yay for a fun vacation and good times with friends and family! And we didn't have to say goodbye for too long because we'll be back again in June for Emmas wedding. (I told you we dont' travel anywhere else....)The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-7482604319522086462011-03-03T16:05:00.000-08:002011-03-03T16:34:05.888-08:00Jory's 5th Birthday<div>Jory had a fun birthday this year (i still can't get used to the fact that I have a 5 year old...) He had school that day so we brought worms and dirt (gummy worms and pudding and chocolate) in for his birthday snack. The boys loved it but some of the girls complained. hehe. Then we had a chill party for just family on his birthday. He had both sets of grandparents there because Keiths family came to visit for a few days. Uncle Brent, and Uncle Adam were there, and Dustin (my cousin) and his fiancée Melissa came to. Jory requested a viking/dragon party after his favorite movie "How to Train your Dragon". We had decorations up for the party and a yummy gandolfo's cake with a dragon on top :) </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIHJVk1jG23bvMD2bThjdAr4WZafL4G6eUvgLMTvUcqTAirgPyywvVSqNb142ZS1IZaWZKUb_e8m2te03iMT0DKrkHug6EBT8hzhpjK5oig7afguILwYdhegrop5cX0-nupssGVPhodg/s1600/106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIHJVk1jG23bvMD2bThjdAr4WZafL4G6eUvgLMTvUcqTAirgPyywvVSqNb142ZS1IZaWZKUb_e8m2te03iMT0DKrkHug6EBT8hzhpjK5oig7afguILwYdhegrop5cX0-nupssGVPhodg/s400/106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580013040791844002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFSedxlbv6MbCn1K4wM_xT-c0RYfePhvHtE-9Fa2RjJMDD0YIMrpnuXmgwDAxfmSBhnWJyRgqbaB9L75VqoE2aq2MjUsYfOo6vNINQEQnv21R5QpAkFHCOU1rqobNcfh0yK7_VsuwmVQ/s1600/107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFSedxlbv6MbCn1K4wM_xT-c0RYfePhvHtE-9Fa2RjJMDD0YIMrpnuXmgwDAxfmSBhnWJyRgqbaB9L75VqoE2aq2MjUsYfOo6vNINQEQnv21R5QpAkFHCOU1rqobNcfh0yK7_VsuwmVQ/s400/107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580013035181776274" /></a>We had a pizza party first and then served the cake:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66LJNnnnL5DFIlf8Y7iD5DDLJTWfKKy2Np0zi3dnKfK7kpfMfB_D7xKFLPbQCaL6eHuL_DX8GmRzLjQzZkjU7gufzMmgCADC8K16sN7CE0Cs5rWX6Glyk6txvo7SDRypzki0hUp9nMiU/s1600/114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66LJNnnnL5DFIlf8Y7iD5DDLJTWfKKy2Np0zi3dnKfK7kpfMfB_D7xKFLPbQCaL6eHuL_DX8GmRzLjQzZkjU7gufzMmgCADC8K16sN7CE0Cs5rWX6Glyk6txvo7SDRypzki0hUp9nMiU/s400/114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580013027285245522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGwhAj9_e7CnBnB6y3Eq6fzfPl9-jt-51dHKYwfaTgZrbjW-SsW5_NIWm9LGK4EBEFnkZlan9wUi_w1j3S1yXUlCsQzspmzzGpvUqzBmwubRUkw0WV07qVUilVU_g71Vpwe2Q2Se8L7k/s1600/119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGwhAj9_e7CnBnB6y3Eq6fzfPl9-jt-51dHKYwfaTgZrbjW-SsW5_NIWm9LGK4EBEFnkZlan9wUi_w1j3S1yXUlCsQzspmzzGpvUqzBmwubRUkw0WV07qVUilVU_g71Vpwe2Q2Se8L7k/s400/119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580013021320898674" /></a>Jory scored big on his presents. He got pjs, shoes, a couple movies, 3 new dragons, 3 nerf guns (!), some coloring stuff, and lots of T-ball gear for this spring. He was so cute opening them up, if you blinked you would have missed it. He sped through the whole thing, but kept saying how awesome everything was and that this was the best birthday and the coolest party ever.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SCmHnNjgU60opCdIRWCQ7w42C0dVETtacvZAbmEGZ6Vqdvtp0oApHMq_ZJ_aauBfcDPzODQ9QmmIDT-hr5EgQA0cchohrBM6hToUtYBELtgOvZUTT4sJGs-idMgpHj-ZssCog7UotgQ/s1600/140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SCmHnNjgU60opCdIRWCQ7w42C0dVETtacvZAbmEGZ6Vqdvtp0oApHMq_ZJ_aauBfcDPzODQ9QmmIDT-hr5EgQA0cchohrBM6hToUtYBELtgOvZUTT4sJGs-idMgpHj-ZssCog7UotgQ/s400/140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580010765688051586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhezZep8VwPMEoczgiJ2dPQoptKT417m1mkCbuYIkTiwuAvkZsThgQNQHsn6T3f-82JHSrkmn_8Ew_O2eka4vfoWmSRP1H4hfLj_MRcWQTWBXSH9A-7WWLzj7h74zETo64t31NOClQVQBM/s1600/144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhezZep8VwPMEoczgiJ2dPQoptKT417m1mkCbuYIkTiwuAvkZsThgQNQHsn6T3f-82JHSrkmn_8Ew_O2eka4vfoWmSRP1H4hfLj_MRcWQTWBXSH9A-7WWLzj7h74zETo64t31NOClQVQBM/s400/144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580010757419055746" /></a>The next night he had another party when his cousins Carson and Reese came up. I'm so mad that I didn't take pictures. :( They dressed up like vikings, which only lasted about 30 seconds, and played some viking games. They decorated shields and had a nerf war, hit a pinata, and took turns throwing swedish fish into each others mouths (its from the movie) and then we had cake again. It was really fun and chill and the kids had a blast.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdnGY_ppWMo3FqYvBwwtKy6FO3qTG1ZknGc4KQxukJ2AUp6pdg1x6-H3YKPzSinTW-B5UH0s89SNsm4JifKBFtp3YEXBmBT10l0BJ6B4oAzMoUsxvlKIg42l_UaNtHk1y2AkziZ0QGBc/s1600/154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdnGY_ppWMo3FqYvBwwtKy6FO3qTG1ZknGc4KQxukJ2AUp6pdg1x6-H3YKPzSinTW-B5UH0s89SNsm4JifKBFtp3YEXBmBT10l0BJ6B4oAzMoUsxvlKIg42l_UaNtHk1y2AkziZ0QGBc/s400/154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580010755881339170" /></a>I sure love this boy. He is sweet and tough all at the same time. He is a great big brother and a loving son. He draws me beautiful pictures and teaches me how to play baseball. He loves his family. He is a wonderful example to his brother and I am grateful for him every day. :)The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-3456103673129895352011-03-03T15:41:00.000-08:002011-03-03T16:01:30.517-08:00Emily and Kyle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5E9uu3hT_t0hs13f2Y6PfXt3QPPvyf0qCV9guFwgX1mW4RocmqW3lfL_fcK_05pbab5w-KBZjYwq6AgueZ-RRnLVylbLQxRCFB6xWJoIYwhafLAhS_n6or2oRBzQ39OfAsQ39L4iIdy4/s1600/kyle+and+emma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5E9uu3hT_t0hs13f2Y6PfXt3QPPvyf0qCV9guFwgX1mW4RocmqW3lfL_fcK_05pbab5w-KBZjYwq6AgueZ-RRnLVylbLQxRCFB6xWJoIYwhafLAhS_n6or2oRBzQ39OfAsQ39L4iIdy4/s400/kyle+and+emma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580004548070426290" /></a>My little sister Emily just got engaged to a Mr. Kyle Stott. :) We are so excited for them and couldn't be happier about Kyle coming into the family. They are getting married on June 18th! We can't wait. The boys are excited for Emma their new uncle Kyle!The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-53944686796423524922011-03-03T14:26:00.000-08:002011-03-03T15:40:55.465-08:00Valentines Day :)<div>Well first of all, I made these couple V-day crafts a few weeks before so we could get in the mood. I was feeling the need to be crafty (it's been a while....) I copied someone else's craft blog, but I don't remember who so I can't reference. I'm not creative enough to think of these things on my own so I'm glad people share!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdz9c1_Nk8zWRtNwttahM0hv7HDfB6pK7-h0vmntKqU2IR7V2fubef8ioyaSh7OAe_XnZL6nR1Rh48WhxH9YrXMRzkD0-559HX2K-aWLg06pc1gfLK7_LbLKIKZOxutirlvuE-BPY5s5g/s1600/089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdz9c1_Nk8zWRtNwttahM0hv7HDfB6pK7-h0vmntKqU2IR7V2fubef8ioyaSh7OAe_XnZL6nR1Rh48WhxH9YrXMRzkD0-559HX2K-aWLg06pc1gfLK7_LbLKIKZOxutirlvuE-BPY5s5g/s400/089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579999794855093906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiartpCXK7zeFrwSOhp_cJLT3PgzX4ovGvyzJWy_tY4oGAjwb5GUFwwARkLurVoCLBFwqoL2cz6lqBttYhE96uZrOGJeR0wq6UNqUOG10_Z5-ojw1czjTCp3o9XYZ5ruZtVCng90xDnPY8/s1600/092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiartpCXK7zeFrwSOhp_cJLT3PgzX4ovGvyzJWy_tY4oGAjwb5GUFwwARkLurVoCLBFwqoL2cz6lqBttYhE96uZrOGJeR0wq6UNqUOG10_Z5-ojw1czjTCp3o9XYZ5ruZtVCng90xDnPY8/s400/092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579999785315093858" /></a>My wonderful boys (with the help of their daddy) got me some lovely flowers! Aren't they sweet??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTBzwwOnje6kdwJoFu35PxJRgE5prmmWWcAjtEG8qg7-EiqPu5Nd8EWYa2L52gaWhL59spE6VDOTMy_oiTveTpa0d9IM_iYLdMtjBV69NY6qep9TsD2tA1OvBnXSk91m8b75KujX84Es/s1600/096.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTBzwwOnje6kdwJoFu35PxJRgE5prmmWWcAjtEG8qg7-EiqPu5Nd8EWYa2L52gaWhL59spE6VDOTMy_oiTveTpa0d9IM_iYLdMtjBV69NY6qep9TsD2tA1OvBnXSk91m8b75KujX84Es/s400/096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579999781770246914" /></a>Keith and I decided that we go on enough dates, we didn't feel the need to go out on the one night everyone else in town wants to go out too. So we had a nice dinner at home. We used our best plates, lit tons of candles, put fake rose petals on the table, and tried to teach the boys some manners! ha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpqsRhyphenhyphendb4oKLFVIOXOUNFSxJi1eLB8oQf-mq7ll5od45NVIJvKeiflOnpXvecf-pEnULJIY5SEs3BwwpCgXByngsLJoJQdquXRk_HZMT6ueb9lAOgeNWom_qWfnDYWy7euPUiCTpoFo/s1600/098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpqsRhyphenhyphendb4oKLFVIOXOUNFSxJi1eLB8oQf-mq7ll5od45NVIJvKeiflOnpXvecf-pEnULJIY5SEs3BwwpCgXByngsLJoJQdquXRk_HZMT6ueb9lAOgeNWom_qWfnDYWy7euPUiCTpoFo/s400/098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579999774456288514" /></a>Jory spent all day drawing me Valentines. Love him! We also had special food all day- pink heart chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, we decorated cupcakes, and make fluffy pink jello for dessert.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69rPLvhB5V1UdE3dKx-A25-hmsBesH-a4l9Oz6s6Oh6TlUvkJSxyOmq8teee4Ks2qAfnhoQlkGTpN1idPbXhvwmh89Yp9fEPmnrj24H0xRW-N4YkZjwEiKnMLg_vfo_JQEV7dtw6VpD0/s1600/100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69rPLvhB5V1UdE3dKx-A25-hmsBesH-a4l9Oz6s6Oh6TlUvkJSxyOmq8teee4Ks2qAfnhoQlkGTpN1idPbXhvwmh89Yp9fEPmnrj24H0xRW-N4YkZjwEiKnMLg_vfo_JQEV7dtw6VpD0/s400/100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579997621145341666" /></a>Here's the boys about to eat dinner! It turned out being so fun. I think we are going to make it our new tradition. It was fun to include the whole family instead of just celebrating as a couple. We felt really fancy too...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZyl06wjqyv2WdKcHwQsM19fIs4oLXPGBltSH-hlrsNd5qjOKpiz-aQ9IEoOzEycXsRxF15btH1nc6Zn7MSVRAqURX-P-Mtde476r00omkSodKMIUwhMjJtHtIPmikObAsmfuOSXuKCs/s1600/102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZyl06wjqyv2WdKcHwQsM19fIs4oLXPGBltSH-hlrsNd5qjOKpiz-aQ9IEoOzEycXsRxF15btH1nc6Zn7MSVRAqURX-P-Mtde476r00omkSodKMIUwhMjJtHtIPmikObAsmfuOSXuKCs/s400/102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579997615082920658" /></a>Here's what we ate...yum. Trust me, we make some great salmon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDtJg3o2yULPMCfdOZrFmfQkvGverNFnZlXgcpdkAH96CfiWCHlgCsVXdm2ja5MGoBl7jp2snHR_ME1Lwt9ws0Te3VFBQazr98FF8SYP24ACiAC-fc4wTGHivCk24H5xRwxBp1x-KtKWY/s1600/104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDtJg3o2yULPMCfdOZrFmfQkvGverNFnZlXgcpdkAH96CfiWCHlgCsVXdm2ja5MGoBl7jp2snHR_ME1Lwt9ws0Te3VFBQazr98FF8SYP24ACiAC-fc4wTGHivCk24H5xRwxBp1x-KtKWY/s400/104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579997609221236194" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-26324398582850158152011-03-03T14:20:00.000-08:002011-03-03T14:26:17.355-08:00Reunion!<div>After Christmas, I was lucky enough to have some fun visitors! My bestest friends from high school (and middle school and elementary) came over to visit! Kalie, Megan, and Juli! It was so fun to see everyone and catch up. I wish they could all live closer so we could get together more! There's nothing like the closeness of friends that you've known for 15 years and have millions of memories with. Love you guys!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCp6Fs26ogrYoBJQdP_1qBpcaRTjcpmxzEJE4KzlM7zaGiiKocBkqVL1txlMn0c51uhhlPruXwx9XaEuFPsoz4Wcsp6tqSK6Besm3dhZd2_NkUuza1X9Tl0w9Fu8ttFQ4pnTpOvYvsyhA/s1600/469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCp6Fs26ogrYoBJQdP_1qBpcaRTjcpmxzEJE4KzlM7zaGiiKocBkqVL1txlMn0c51uhhlPruXwx9XaEuFPsoz4Wcsp6tqSK6Besm3dhZd2_NkUuza1X9Tl0w9Fu8ttFQ4pnTpOvYvsyhA/s400/469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579982890382652738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9J1N6xWJOH29OrUKXVmPDycJYQ_FrNduQKh5NDyiDW33daLIFV2AO2VqAbHZCfNDHhY7X9uQtEMKlDHOWY2N77ViH2XCDPwtluN3OVX_GflpbW6-lhq0r4GdVUcjWXeI_91y4RZ_APKw/s1600/468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9J1N6xWJOH29OrUKXVmPDycJYQ_FrNduQKh5NDyiDW33daLIFV2AO2VqAbHZCfNDHhY7X9uQtEMKlDHOWY2N77ViH2XCDPwtluN3OVX_GflpbW6-lhq0r4GdVUcjWXeI_91y4RZ_APKw/s400/468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579982884162165298" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-54100118137446747292011-03-03T14:01:00.001-08:002011-03-03T14:19:39.177-08:00Christmas!! ( a little behind schedule...)<div>Christmas was a blast as usual! We went over to my parents and spent the night so we could do Christmas with everyone (everyone but Ryan and Jenny were there) and it was really fun! The boys scored big as usual. Ryder got a bike and some other small stuff, and Jory got a Kinect which we thoroughly enjoyed all winter break. We did the usual nativity the night before, and had prime rib for dinner. mmmm. Oh and Kyle (Emily's BF) taught us how to do a Tim-Tam Slam, which was a huge part of our break as well. It was a great Christmas, I probably would have more to say about it had I blogged right away, but I'm a slacker and I blog in splurts. :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zyYgprhMOQ07MmNWt13TJXbtX6S5tm_LP1yRUEFLHDOiFjzpFXb9PF96hsNglIb31iiBSkBSwqlSM7p4fMfidKGCklc4gkh1RyzPyDfGZYgcPD23mMzQQmoJIdy8KbtMoYvpNf55EJw/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zyYgprhMOQ07MmNWt13TJXbtX6S5tm_LP1yRUEFLHDOiFjzpFXb9PF96hsNglIb31iiBSkBSwqlSM7p4fMfidKGCklc4gkh1RyzPyDfGZYgcPD23mMzQQmoJIdy8KbtMoYvpNf55EJw/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980500545908866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pnii1eDqHpqp4wH-ssZ8IBzeyXwAQ5H7B6mzipPPXdXFFkyEA1qKv7v-6okkrOQixF4QyZ-TsKM3u0C8dWh30vWFD4SXoBQUtRFV58nIcHBXN7FT_8eK008z1UTqyohmFshwq8hYZxw/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pnii1eDqHpqp4wH-ssZ8IBzeyXwAQ5H7B6mzipPPXdXFFkyEA1qKv7v-6okkrOQixF4QyZ-TsKM3u0C8dWh30vWFD4SXoBQUtRFV58nIcHBXN7FT_8eK008z1UTqyohmFshwq8hYZxw/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980493768840338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeVLuWSvc1aLU3gjOmIlS20iLNOgrDa5pWw8_Tj_7bI1Mfb3JM_Jn2Xvt6UWhPcHuCxt_7PHbrEdTplDx6onmUrMcRsw0py4Hy9JURVIAbMs6wn2OP973umf87O9V_kwR2leDypnoNkM/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeVLuWSvc1aLU3gjOmIlS20iLNOgrDa5pWw8_Tj_7bI1Mfb3JM_Jn2Xvt6UWhPcHuCxt_7PHbrEdTplDx6onmUrMcRsw0py4Hy9JURVIAbMs6wn2OP973umf87O9V_kwR2leDypnoNkM/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980489290651746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_YL-AvUtKcs0tIgQrdZOLVesdwRHWVIWfwYAHuDQEHvaBQ3yB9VgaMhf2mKSuM92JOM7691hm0ILr_5tdGXMtG9sBf_m8bGcMKz4CwOD-MWFaLh1CV6gUMfik1ig0XflIzXPGt7_3x4/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_YL-AvUtKcs0tIgQrdZOLVesdwRHWVIWfwYAHuDQEHvaBQ3yB9VgaMhf2mKSuM92JOM7691hm0ILr_5tdGXMtG9sBf_m8bGcMKz4CwOD-MWFaLh1CV6gUMfik1ig0XflIzXPGt7_3x4/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980482085087586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgE9W_thn9iBIov2h56-M4PSXjbVQnl4OZsT_zs2W56qUzkp6BNVEkdTEYrTXW6nFrPWw7a5TeQGJ0HxQQ6f13XiwGCLhsSu7Sdz4SVhy133-NF3gZ6yLFhQnVVSp1xcF9dglS4ZqMPw/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgE9W_thn9iBIov2h56-M4PSXjbVQnl4OZsT_zs2W56qUzkp6BNVEkdTEYrTXW6nFrPWw7a5TeQGJ0HxQQ6f13XiwGCLhsSu7Sdz4SVhy133-NF3gZ6yLFhQnVVSp1xcF9dglS4ZqMPw/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579980472822324114" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-20605828669388958372010-12-22T08:21:00.000-08:002010-12-22T08:40:31.530-08:00Oh boy!! (times 3)<div style="text-align: center;">We found out on Thursday that we're having another boy!!! Don't worry, we're very excited. Of course a girl would have been nice at some point, but I wouldn't trade my 2 boys for anything and I'm sure the third will be just as fun. (I might put him in a dress once in a while though.) I was so nervous for the ultrasound for a couple reasons. I was really worried for some reason that something would be wrong with this baby. I don't know why, I've never been worried about it before. But I think because it took me much longer to get pregnant this time, I just thought it was too good to be true. So I'm happy to announce that he is perfectly healthy. He's already the 48th percentile (I don't know how they know that) and everything looks right on track.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He'res his little profile:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKMynO89Vo_D8r0jnOz3amXZjKw1ihn8kWwxypFw200M1TYd4QVas5hSBsdJa1gDZH6vnZtW6Wz80KYGQToZEsdQf5nk0v2Af-_VAh_9qk3WA7gDKkUxkrZdufKC_z_BT2N9m60T4Iylk/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKMynO89Vo_D8r0jnOz3amXZjKw1ihn8kWwxypFw200M1TYd4QVas5hSBsdJa1gDZH6vnZtW6Wz80KYGQToZEsdQf5nk0v2Af-_VAh_9qk3WA7gDKkUxkrZdufKC_z_BT2N9m60T4Iylk/s320/065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553544161844878530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I was also worried that I would be disappointed if I found out it was another boy. I was guessing it was a boy, and I was totally prepared for it, but I was still nervous that when they saw a little pee-pee I would feel sad. I'm happy to say I didn't feel the least bit disappointed. When they said it was a boy, I smiled and just thought "Of course it is! And he'll fit in perfectly" It just feels right. The kids are excited and we couldn't be more happy. He's set to come on May 10th so he has a birthday already, we're pretty sure we have his name picked out, he's got a huge wardrobe already, plenty of toys, and brothers who can't wait to teach him how to wrestle. We just need him to hurry and grow so he can come out. We're ready :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a picture of his manhood. The picture is really blurry, but just know that Daddy was proud:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpuGpD-nMG1SYMnUa0zr619uad5Pi3dF1dvVofg4C1xCsh7c6oTA6YN6ejxAd4-eDSnf-tPnvAghH5ZEkhsNcJ8FM7eOGH1DwhOKqIaBE_XDOH5y-AoXKa8PIsUtH9bnZwYxZTLpEXaU/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpuGpD-nMG1SYMnUa0zr619uad5Pi3dF1dvVofg4C1xCsh7c6oTA6YN6ejxAd4-eDSnf-tPnvAghH5ZEkhsNcJ8FM7eOGH1DwhOKqIaBE_XDOH5y-AoXKa8PIsUtH9bnZwYxZTLpEXaU/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553544151003029554" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-20981636795322317382010-12-22T08:13:00.000-08:002010-12-22T08:21:33.957-08:00Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree....<div style="text-align: center;">Here is our beautiful tree that we got after hiking around in the woods for an hour. No, we didn't cut it down.....I mean we hiked in the woods for an hour and our tree was so pathetic that we stopped by a tree stand after and bought this:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDZB8mTh4teq1JDF-nmGaUygQTZWFhbUBXBZHBJ43TGYOEylE5ul7-BuRjhdgV31bezsdi6B9R1czeE2xSwCu7Bu8Uw27_MqA-gr4ardoQslfwoWchkgb5Xdc6k5bvNJmEWzdQA3lpps/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDZB8mTh4teq1JDF-nmGaUygQTZWFhbUBXBZHBJ43TGYOEylE5ul7-BuRjhdgV31bezsdi6B9R1czeE2xSwCu7Bu8Uw27_MqA-gr4ardoQslfwoWchkgb5Xdc6k5bvNJmEWzdQA3lpps/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553541577048854722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Its lovely, isn't it?? And below is the first attempt that was way too Charlie Brownish to do anything with. Sad. But lesson learned. :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WVDeZFcm4oECT0elwIXT5Fnk4cYurHVrZXxBEdwEz-Cbzkz535uLtqg0QzWPldS4JhTsfn9roywtzDnIgtliJzZoFip6Bg6KSJQ_EZAMb6WRSwxP4rWxyFb0n6mDwGZiGTmjaU24orw/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WVDeZFcm4oECT0elwIXT5Fnk4cYurHVrZXxBEdwEz-Cbzkz535uLtqg0QzWPldS4JhTsfn9roywtzDnIgtliJzZoFip6Bg6KSJQ_EZAMb6WRSwxP4rWxyFb0n6mDwGZiGTmjaU24orw/s400/058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553541568816846386" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-82733345707175164492010-12-21T22:15:00.001-08:002010-12-21T22:36:26.998-08:00My little artist<div align="center">Jory has been REALLY into drawing lately, so I thought I'd showcase some of his stuff. I started putting them in a notebook because with about 5 pictures a day they were starting to take over my fridge and cupboards. Most of them are me and Jory (which I love) but he has drawn about every person we've ever known and lots of dinosaurs. :) This is Me, Jory and Ryder and there's a baby in my tummy.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebDStGDgmQbvzwSnxB2DjW7IGq7NN2aXmcjZHoCfeJ_k5Xkw71seEw6bUnpycc0IoEzrMnOmGUyUriZPy8hAIHqR80gwPuCDSPPfUjT-IDdwTQ1GqTIwbB4KwUs43k02sag24hcmWpJo/s1600/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553389928144754578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebDStGDgmQbvzwSnxB2DjW7IGq7NN2aXmcjZHoCfeJ_k5Xkw71seEw6bUnpycc0IoEzrMnOmGUyUriZPy8hAIHqR80gwPuCDSPPfUjT-IDdwTQ1GqTIwbB4KwUs43k02sag24hcmWpJo/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and Jor:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBPPoBtd-PLz4I-21W_EIt-SaJojbIZ_TPR0iM7JyKo7qyR34hTqrn885I2DO7l9UBOw9L7pzeDLyHQP6bSUL4mgCBxzqfU8sKfx-w1Wf6gWtGX6hy4Byd1rm0YOOV0NeVOkNvHG5ZEo/s1600/050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553389918101690498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBPPoBtd-PLz4I-21W_EIt-SaJojbIZ_TPR0iM7JyKo7qyR34hTqrn885I2DO7l9UBOw9L7pzeDLyHQP6bSUL4mgCBxzqfU8sKfx-w1Wf6gWtGX6hy4Byd1rm0YOOV0NeVOkNvHG5ZEo/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is Keith:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJs5SH25s62j6D1g3FR1Ohrjtb7jmB7xCd_TRWWkhFRa6yh1IPX5Tw9q7AETTxnG3kr0alIe2nAH3R3l-gwS7YN7_LZlMYw8ioDd0droh_G8A0haTbNDy_AsCTaxRzDVkTr72sSZYmYLg/s1600/051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553388866943798226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJs5SH25s62j6D1g3FR1Ohrjtb7jmB7xCd_TRWWkhFRa6yh1IPX5Tw9q7AETTxnG3kr0alIe2nAH3R3l-gwS7YN7_LZlMYw8ioDd0droh_G8A0haTbNDy_AsCTaxRzDVkTr72sSZYmYLg/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A Triceratops:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZffpzVMFSGVBqQaBjyYZbDo_vwpfA8OecI0PbMtVp1BrnkextkAMeRPutO6aTzZUIwrXOB4Y8u42cRcMvmzwEnsyRvyIyHfN0l_WBbEUsWaxJHY7NdRj2qPRKmyIgpevgJXqbKeZiHMc/s1600/052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553388861344780514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZffpzVMFSGVBqQaBjyYZbDo_vwpfA8OecI0PbMtVp1BrnkextkAMeRPutO6aTzZUIwrXOB4Y8u42cRcMvmzwEnsyRvyIyHfN0l_WBbEUsWaxJHY7NdRj2qPRKmyIgpevgJXqbKeZiHMc/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Keith and I:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pHeW3dUYmeySkBPcj4YO-F0ZCKMvytc5uM-wM9ioa1tR8SJGpcUUNC_O3Xa4rKXWSnR0Ir0IxVO626jGUY2pdUYmJcQUPXu3za_k2aX5X7LLJVDBK_aMNFuz_mQMHnKLWJS8J59LOuM/s1600/053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553388854932003042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pHeW3dUYmeySkBPcj4YO-F0ZCKMvytc5uM-wM9ioa1tR8SJGpcUUNC_O3Xa4rKXWSnR0Ir0IxVO626jGUY2pdUYmJcQUPXu3za_k2aX5X7LLJVDBK_aMNFuz_mQMHnKLWJS8J59LOuM/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is me and the baby (which he named smoms...haha)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpo791M4TXAqIE83t9OC1mKUAgJJ5OYqHhdstAUuWfI24ijPYr13GOiJvZ9pVLTd5fZvGg5EOf_YCwFKm__C2v6vYg-h8tR-9fNwRicNRPOY6ItAByCXNo6-woMAkvbxKZcaRuYYZal_M/s1600/054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553388841437456402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpo791M4TXAqIE83t9OC1mKUAgJJ5OYqHhdstAUuWfI24ijPYr13GOiJvZ9pVLTd5fZvGg5EOf_YCwFKm__C2v6vYg-h8tR-9fNwRicNRPOY6ItAByCXNo6-woMAkvbxKZcaRuYYZal_M/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Me, Jory and Ryder. Ryder is the one with the spikey hair.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj2ze_Jic9eVVg3AiN6KuQhW_4033QfdLTUcms9ROBt7f7C0EcusBinc9k8dSFevqzPwEk58gg-Gf8OU4MdKbcUa5JjVsdJTAblYaCObEY9Fp5wmZK3W80xHOzzXoAeWXkzpQITvCjAC8/s1600/055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553388835359806482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj2ze_Jic9eVVg3AiN6KuQhW_4033QfdLTUcms9ROBt7f7C0EcusBinc9k8dSFevqzPwEk58gg-Gf8OU4MdKbcUa5JjVsdJTAblYaCObEY9Fp5wmZK3W80xHOzzXoAeWXkzpQITvCjAC8/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I think it's so cute how he's started drawing. I've been trying for years to get him into it and he just has never cared. Now he can't stop. All his little pictures make me smile :)<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-87209604882298483632010-12-21T21:41:00.000-08:002010-12-21T22:12:02.243-08:00Ya, I know....Thanksgiving was forever ago.<div align="center">I know it's been like a thousand years since I blogged. I'm a slacker....Keith was finishing up his last class and took the computer to work with him everyday. So I have an excuse! :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We went to Keith's brother's house (Chuck and Kelly) in Boise for Thanksgiving. It was a very fun week. Keith's parents and brother were supposed to come up but ran into a family emergency that prevented it, so it was just our two families. We wish they could have come, but we still had a great time together. They kids had a ton of fun with their cousins- here is Sarah, Ryder, Isaac, Ben, and Jory looking cute and cuddly:</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1uOb4yQ_Oerhh0zIZbGkDu-TrKFtZ6YqtRirI8fj09g9j5_eGmcU4Wezrfla9i1luf4zjzqrQlCna9BNL7jzTsIKRh5jbCnPk4ovLSjt4qhaWvalDOpgKnilvh5Jx-nwFowX6hJQnbI/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380628735896498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1uOb4yQ_Oerhh0zIZbGkDu-TrKFtZ6YqtRirI8fj09g9j5_eGmcU4Wezrfla9i1luf4zjzqrQlCna9BNL7jzTsIKRh5jbCnPk4ovLSjt4qhaWvalDOpgKnilvh5Jx-nwFowX6hJQnbI/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's Isaac scoring big with the whipped cream:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KQWr_OTCVdnJthyjzGSWMjRmHbc0Eo89kpGx5_9ipovkouFp1oDCQE64AbwBI6ky3Uf5Q3FtFZGXYSg1i5AcsRWVH-EkUlJRlJElVT6Ruay3yKw8mMPzHVoyPLY6g4qRJ-xwiNZ2Pm0/s1600/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380620156069698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KQWr_OTCVdnJthyjzGSWMjRmHbc0Eo89kpGx5_9ipovkouFp1oDCQE64AbwBI6ky3Uf5Q3FtFZGXYSg1i5AcsRWVH-EkUlJRlJElVT6Ruay3yKw8mMPzHVoyPLY6g4qRJ-xwiNZ2Pm0/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our beautiful table:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICiEVeYjbMD68WOa0BHgAt507rVhmPagANFwufU1GCO9ejHXkca-SECmVJ6bumYFKn3IhTlMjTwpA5EFc8YtIOneISf1pfViRX3YDD0epXTO-GYEu5CYfd1jA-ASg6nRV1qAsTAwtpNA/s1600/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380614426791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICiEVeYjbMD68WOa0BHgAt507rVhmPagANFwufU1GCO9ejHXkca-SECmVJ6bumYFKn3IhTlMjTwpA5EFc8YtIOneISf1pfViRX3YDD0epXTO-GYEu5CYfd1jA-ASg6nRV1qAsTAwtpNA/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Right before dinner, Ryder fell asleep with Sarah. She was so sweet with him all week, he got tons of attention<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMGwsL4VmM_WzpxKej5E8SSSKCIMo6mxcknW8HVfwHUXip1XgIK7pwWrr2nY-ePASnBW-c-Mw-by0yhlx7S-us-ktrJz1AOh8vcG_fC9pBhUSz96jlOwDC-ONGMvC0MyyBJw_bNQGZNs/s1600/031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380605010602146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMGwsL4VmM_WzpxKej5E8SSSKCIMo6mxcknW8HVfwHUXip1XgIK7pwWrr2nY-ePASnBW-c-Mw-by0yhlx7S-us-ktrJz1AOh8vcG_fC9pBhUSz96jlOwDC-ONGMvC0MyyBJw_bNQGZNs/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /></a> And here we all are at dinner. It was yummmmmy.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBaB6AoC2HPZ6NNSuyQ-2Vl7hQ-4z7ucbNYQddQkiROSbsk6jYNy3or0H9lw-MLVkB_SS2LjsdpDtJX7fv_PgrVmgR96GM5go9KwX-ogLAGqd82DnpGXNspGlhyphenhyphenklBOM-602L2NYKfQc/s1600/047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380594621422642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBaB6AoC2HPZ6NNSuyQ-2Vl7hQ-4z7ucbNYQddQkiROSbsk6jYNy3or0H9lw-MLVkB_SS2LjsdpDtJX7fv_PgrVmgR96GM5go9KwX-ogLAGqd82DnpGXNspGlhyphenhyphenklBOM-602L2NYKfQc/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We played lots of games and ate tons of good food. We also got to see Emily and Cameron when they passed through and we visited Alex and Alia since they were in Boise with her family. Keith and I got sucked into black friday shopping (which Chuck and Kelly are really into) and had a horrible experience. We didn't get the things we wanted and left REALLY frustrated and tired. Never again!!! Other than that the trip was perfect :)<br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-5980398524699841992010-11-12T07:20:00.000-08:002010-11-12T08:21:22.526-08:00Fertility is fickle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVH7c1oX3YgYhsE97rKrCPo20DKPZLitFaGE_aGx-J34FymGsT6kW9s8PbPePaoQnr3OzPsEabnwzbtSQ-y1ZH7Rqye0I3fxqLoexJoZuYs5rN5cics0RSrE5kLswDYEz5OJXPkOgmicQ/s1600/fertility.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVH7c1oX3YgYhsE97rKrCPo20DKPZLitFaGE_aGx-J34FymGsT6kW9s8PbPePaoQnr3OzPsEabnwzbtSQ-y1ZH7Rqye0I3fxqLoexJoZuYs5rN5cics0RSrE5kLswDYEz5OJXPkOgmicQ/s400/fertility.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538684167224604578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, Keith and I found out a few months ago that we're expecting another baby in May. We are thrilled beyond belief. We've always wanted a semi-big family (not Duggar big, but enough to keep things busy and interesting) and we can't wait to meet our newest member. What I haven't told most people though, is that this baby took us 10 months to conceive. True, that isn't very long, but it felt like forever to us. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">At the risk of over-sharing, Jory was conceived just a mere 2 weeks after we got married and we were actively NOT trying to have a baby. After getting over the initial shock, we were super thrilled though. With Ryder, we decided to have a baby in August and by September we had a positive pregnancy test. So I just assumed that we were very fertile and the minute we thought about getting pregnant, we could do it. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This last year has been a really hard one for me. At first, we stayed positive and kept telling ourselves that this is normal, that we're getting a little older and that it's going to happen eventually. But after months and months of waiting, I have to admit that I lost my optimism. I just felt that something was really wrong and this wasn't just going to resolve. I felt like my body was failing me and I was angry at it. After the angry feelings left, I just felt depressed. I absolutely gave up hope. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">However, there were some good things that came with this trial. For one, I looked at my children totally differently. They weren't just something that my husband and I gave each other, they weren't a deserved right that came along with marriage. They were a gift from God, and I was so so so lucky to have them. Now, really, I always knew this, but I didn't think about it as often as I do now. When I would feel sad or frustrated, I would look at them and think about how grateful I should be. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Secondly, I learned patience. I learned that life doesn'<span class="Apple-style-span">t always happen the way you plan it to. Again, I knew this all along, but it was certainly reinforced. I realized that looking to the future can be great, but we can spend so much time looking to the future that sometimes we forget to love the present. It reminds me of Dr. Suess' "Oh, the places you'll go!" book and the waiting room. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">"Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting." (I LOVE that book by the way) but I learned not to focus too much on what I want in life and just appreciate what I have.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I looked around at people in my life who have had trouble with conceiving and I feel like I can understand just a teensy fraction of what they are going through,. (although not even close because I already have 2 healthy children, I know) My heart breaks for them. I also learned to shake off the "It's about time for you guys to have another one!!" comments that at first made me want to cry. I vow to never say that to anyone. EVER.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lastly, I learned to just trust in my Heavenly Father and know that what happens is for the best. I am independent by nature and have a hard time not just trying to solve everything by myself. Keith and I started researching fertility doctors in August and finally made some calls and stopped by the office. They wanted me to fill out some extensive and very personal health history forms before they even made an appointment. They sent me home with a packet and stapled to the very top was the list of prices. Our stomachs sunk when we saw the prices and realized our insurance covered NONE of it. We absolutely couldn't afford it.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> It was about this time when we talked in Young Women's about relying on our Savior. We had to journal about a trial we had been through and how we had done all we could do and left the rest to our Savior, who was there to help carry our burdens. This really hit me hard because I realized that I was in the middle of such a burden but I was trying to take it on all by myself. I then started praying that I felt I had done absolutely everything I could do and that I couldn't do it anymore and I began to share that burden. It was a strange feeling, letting go of the control and trusting in my Heavenly Father to help me overcome the rest. But I did, and just a few weeks later found out I was pregnant.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The relief was not immediate, I expected at this point that something would go wrong, or I had a horrible fear of miscarriage, or a hysterical pregnancy like I saw on Glee....and I still haven't shaken that completely. But I've heard the heartbeat, so I know there's really something in there. And I'm trying to have faith that everything is going to work out. I'm so grateful for this chance I have to bring another child into our home. I will not take it for granted ever again. I won't look at motherhood the same again. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, I just want the child to be healthy and come here safely. I've learned to never assume that things won't happen to me. And I will love this child like it's my last because who knows what the future holds.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-49435735146202285312010-11-10T21:44:00.000-08:002010-11-10T22:07:41.705-08:00Pac Man cake<div>My baby brother Adam turned 16 last month and they threw him a totally radical 80's party. I volunteered to make him a cake and settled on a true 80's icon: Pac-Man. (and yes, I googled it just to be sure, it was released in 1980) </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a lot more work than I thought. In fact, most of my cakes end up being a lot more work than I think. But I was pleased with the result, and that isn't too common. I made marshmallow fondant because I love the taste and its dirt cheap. It was fine at first, but to turn it black I had to knead it to death and it messed up the texture a little. But it was a lot of fun to make, and tasted pretty good too (the top tier was funfetti and the bottom was chocolate with a strawberry filling.) </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy birthday Adam, this is how much I love you. (I don't know why I say that, I'm sure he won't even read this.) Keith is not too happy that he didn't get a stellar cake for his birthday, but can I help it that his birthday fell right smack in the middle of the two huge wedding cakes I made for Alex and Alia?!! I can't do everything. So he got "better than tractor cake" as we called it for the kids sake. Sorry hun, maybe next year??</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oa-ZEd9G8PCJsmWrjkgbY5sWiuqnSM1P3EPgjVkKMRKfM9HcTyZLiBjv8u331-8QYjGxFpfhXvdTColTaswTVHWMeKqjBnsjZVN5ADFweCnAx5qKWuYr84q3-vL2QFLVPAsRccBZKLY/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oa-ZEd9G8PCJsmWrjkgbY5sWiuqnSM1P3EPgjVkKMRKfM9HcTyZLiBjv8u331-8QYjGxFpfhXvdTColTaswTVHWMeKqjBnsjZVN5ADFweCnAx5qKWuYr84q3-vL2QFLVPAsRccBZKLY/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166202439124194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXdXB0mBKbNh0OscI8HIzrE01LwT-9QXi3yhYX8mpy64Zm99J3GgRULAeDUkziP2EKfNwz8uOM0fyWPYk3TWaTct3G01_DtS8ISUEMo1zAoHgBLNxg1iQW8bi8borvKOL6uuF2hDdqXU/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXdXB0mBKbNh0OscI8HIzrE01LwT-9QXi3yhYX8mpy64Zm99J3GgRULAeDUkziP2EKfNwz8uOM0fyWPYk3TWaTct3G01_DtS8ISUEMo1zAoHgBLNxg1iQW8bi8borvKOL6uuF2hDdqXU/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166199591415698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs3mwec-DCuZlVsicw87BgndLzbhyiIeMsngmuDL2ozM1VB_K-SvCgQSCs3eQjBwkfuQfbkNA5nEL0yINTowSLGJsZctz0Ibr8Kd61o5-ahFXez665R4P9XiKMiTkyyncGqQ0vdm6Y7Ig/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs3mwec-DCuZlVsicw87BgndLzbhyiIeMsngmuDL2ozM1VB_K-SvCgQSCs3eQjBwkfuQfbkNA5nEL0yINTowSLGJsZctz0Ibr8Kd61o5-ahFXez665R4P9XiKMiTkyyncGqQ0vdm6Y7Ig/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166191586260434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGZmL-0ho4zFwOD6KvMfYe39wgLXbsVCt_reBShz9_ls9XsXlXOS9U7-KjP-ckhjhMy6efIlJyyFOvrqiE5B3zBszWZmyJKD9uppjZHzvGag593HHAp5xoF9RcrFUqLf5YMMMDJG01uQ/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGZmL-0ho4zFwOD6KvMfYe39wgLXbsVCt_reBShz9_ls9XsXlXOS9U7-KjP-ckhjhMy6efIlJyyFOvrqiE5B3zBszWZmyJKD9uppjZHzvGag593HHAp5xoF9RcrFUqLf5YMMMDJG01uQ/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166185037659826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGHY7RUSk0z_EMktHuRf0s-KkokVno1jGcNj8bJ1L_TB-vEhxoZO6rYnMFifg_QUCgFdoproEhlBvL3zMasADheqGHp6sBnMFwwPTd_XDkZJRwLMMqIGBpEWGaXZPC4GSTgO3rMmcacU/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGHY7RUSk0z_EMktHuRf0s-KkokVno1jGcNj8bJ1L_TB-vEhxoZO6rYnMFifg_QUCgFdoproEhlBvL3zMasADheqGHp6sBnMFwwPTd_XDkZJRwLMMqIGBpEWGaXZPC4GSTgO3rMmcacU/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166176426358610" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-87839754203469767112010-11-10T21:16:00.000-08:002010-11-10T21:43:14.187-08:00Halloween!<div>Yes, I know, my halloween post is about a week and half later than all the other moms out there, but here you go....our halloween weekend started out at the Dalton Ward party (no pictures)...and continued the next day with the pumpkin fun run. It was put on by our ward as a missionary effort/food drive. It turned out really great. I thought there was a costume contest, but they forgot the contest part...anyways... a lot of people dressed up and it was really fun. I wanted to be a zombie. Apparently I looked so bad most people didn't recognize me (probably a good thing) but what can I say, I like to dress up! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4Xbgn00KsUxj3HUgLd8mTTCt2LUPxucw0p_q0q6y4_XWvRNgzagqYsKqakm4YvJJjVFA1i44e1KP_80NQyTUKEZhK6n51Dmwkzsixq64BtRKRTr5RdVsviXH_NntZxo-Ycy4Rk2LZG8/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4Xbgn00KsUxj3HUgLd8mTTCt2LUPxucw0p_q0q6y4_XWvRNgzagqYsKqakm4YvJJjVFA1i44e1KP_80NQyTUKEZhK6n51Dmwkzsixq64BtRKRTr5RdVsviXH_NntZxo-Ycy4Rk2LZG8/s400/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538160852666161490" /></a>Ryder was a little scared at first, but as long as I smiled and talked like mommy, he thought I was funny. If I did my zombie walk, he started to cry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4kM0-8yEwYQ6oVLz_RsqoszE7kp1glYJ37cssXwvJtq9dM2dnkwIJjOX8ij3TShHvG5B1f7gDTAbitz43-Rz30KX6OaPY5pTsZeXw69yUdOpjU0UULswv_KieVwbqbKpVOg1C-ikvBw/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4kM0-8yEwYQ6oVLz_RsqoszE7kp1glYJ37cssXwvJtq9dM2dnkwIJjOX8ij3TShHvG5B1f7gDTAbitz43-Rz30KX6OaPY5pTsZeXw69yUdOpjU0UULswv_KieVwbqbKpVOg1C-ikvBw/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538160848029495490" /></a>Later that night, we did some trick or treating at some ward members houses. It was really fun and they got tons of candy, but it was kind of a pain having to buckle them in between every house and we don't know our ward very well yet so we got lost a few times. But overall it was a success and the boys had a blast. <div><br /></div><div>This year, I had planned for the boys to be teenage mutant ninja turtles, but it didn't work out (maybe next year) so instead, we took them to walmart and let them get whatever they wanted. Jory was a dragon from how to train your dragon, and Ryder is a dinosaur. Jory's costume came with a mask, but it was kinda weird and it annoyed him, so instead we spiked his hair and dyed it blue. He loved that. They look pretty cute huh?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKoDTAC3H0zbtUGZ7sVlC9xDUxFXZCGtCknwSvTH34Sj-1BzYwLC_tUqp5OVtHDaUpGpBx19dava5fy4dTU-fUAq22t6XSwtM_nS6lkDVR7q9_3tu1_XzPzRJV5hdcDNPUM46Ub0mtOg/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKoDTAC3H0zbtUGZ7sVlC9xDUxFXZCGtCknwSvTH34Sj-1BzYwLC_tUqp5OVtHDaUpGpBx19dava5fy4dTU-fUAq22t6XSwtM_nS6lkDVR7q9_3tu1_XzPzRJV5hdcDNPUM46Ub0mtOg/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538159301159177746" /></a>In the car, driving around.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSv_KIU4uomNKUSD7m1uvHtOfU0_6Ab8tdUKrJ5zbtnpo71Tx8i0A5bhmVxbfEwyxAT7NmpmEcR7USs33THQuYKTzUlmhQbU38hvAtHCcyWmMzGhDkMucfKMGubqVzLmocmuMBQ-DiXPA/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSv_KIU4uomNKUSD7m1uvHtOfU0_6Ab8tdUKrJ5zbtnpo71Tx8i0A5bhmVxbfEwyxAT7NmpmEcR7USs33THQuYKTzUlmhQbU38hvAtHCcyWmMzGhDkMucfKMGubqVzLmocmuMBQ-DiXPA/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538159297935959874" /></a>Knocking on doors...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeew6qDhAd9Byb8PToMvl9fPmfAnecGZLTgnqTR_14r3DxZ5Y1jQ8k5HOC-lSU5Pve7Eo7pAKeWxcWxOZB372IPlAe9uWO_fDAN2fQTn7lSw07dVmQxRkQXGJ678PrFL0J87yAzGjWY9o/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeew6qDhAd9Byb8PToMvl9fPmfAnecGZLTgnqTR_14r3DxZ5Y1jQ8k5HOC-lSU5Pve7Eo7pAKeWxcWxOZB372IPlAe9uWO_fDAN2fQTn7lSw07dVmQxRkQXGJ678PrFL0J87yAzGjWY9o/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538159288498110786" /></a>And all pooped out after driving to over 30 houses. It was a fun night! Happy Halloween!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLjCn5wx3-bGYK7ovbQG7wHDILALQg8UsMceuBLUwZF98pa4IjgLSwdvuvhxp7CYS785GwKEQKzGcTyYKbnud7KEye-keterB4X0S3aMxkVxHN96cphuwmjPtMW4Ct36haynlmiZt6uY/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLjCn5wx3-bGYK7ovbQG7wHDILALQg8UsMceuBLUwZF98pa4IjgLSwdvuvhxp7CYS785GwKEQKzGcTyYKbnud7KEye-keterB4X0S3aMxkVxHN96cphuwmjPtMW4Ct36haynlmiZt6uY/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538159284547416482" /></a><br /></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-41171619271513993892010-09-21T12:43:00.000-07:002010-09-21T12:54:56.958-07:00Jump on the Potty Train...Choo Choo<div style="text-align: center;">Ryder has been potty training! It is definitely not my favorite thing, but he's getting the hang of it. Most days are *mostly* successful with just one of two minor accidents. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He is the funniest kid. For those of you who don't know him, he is the most stubbornly independent child I've ever met. ( My mother claims I was the same way but I don't believe it...) He HAS to do everything all by himself. Sometimes it is so hard to watch. He will sit there for 10 minutes crying and screaming trying to get a sock on. I know it would take one little movement for me to help him but I'm not allowed to get even close. "NOOO!!! I DO IT!!!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I let him and he's getting really good at dressing himself. I can't deny the kids got style. These couple pictures are the tip of the iceberg, he goes through several interesting outfits a day. He's especially into socks right now and will go through my sock drawer for hours. That and my jewelry, but I'm trying to discourage that one. Well, here he is in all his glory AND in his big boy UNDIES!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg20GkLLogg0JnkANlAavD1ooFphkghtldOSQVGJ2AfBaRJhFSvan9lFQZDM7jjf1ACSmuVG-iBJe2gnNyU13nZYQmfXk4ojof3NN6Uu3xJgn8hgJkflHN8QJCJ0RJiHAlAfDZ3fka0SU/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg20GkLLogg0JnkANlAavD1ooFphkghtldOSQVGJ2AfBaRJhFSvan9lFQZDM7jjf1ACSmuVG-iBJe2gnNyU13nZYQmfXk4ojof3NN6Uu3xJgn8hgJkflHN8QJCJ0RJiHAlAfDZ3fka0SU/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519455564492092466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pbnPRe_Rx9-aXuZM4kspymnoeitgr8wjjxl-zQkBHpMcMaAOmYUWQPcOVOESe2FvCDghT1LIy3J4inwY8GWjQxcyB0FZ2_xH0u4tBT66f4YuVuuFU0MsBNQ8yXs_QxWbu00rDdFuwFc/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pbnPRe_Rx9-aXuZM4kspymnoeitgr8wjjxl-zQkBHpMcMaAOmYUWQPcOVOESe2FvCDghT1LIy3J4inwY8GWjQxcyB0FZ2_xH0u4tBT66f4YuVuuFU0MsBNQ8yXs_QxWbu00rDdFuwFc/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519455549382235154" /></a>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-66000324812282485192010-09-21T12:31:00.000-07:002010-09-21T12:43:20.336-07:00Seattle Sounders<div style="text-align: center;">A couple weeks ago my family lost their minds and decided to drive to Seattle and back in one day for a Sounders game. The Crandalls are really into soccer and it's rubbed off on us. My mom said she didn't think it was worth it (granted she had to get up at 5 the next morning after coming home at 3) but for the rest of us, I think it was well worth it. Thanks to my Uncle Doug we had box seats, which was perfect! The boys could wander a little, there was food and drinks and an excellent unobstructed view of the field. It was perfect. They played REAL Salt Lake, who we like too, so the 0-0 score was unexciting, but fine. We had a blast and I'd do it again in a second. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIacTeScwFsZmsBfmMozcgrOB22n8q-OcjQckrjWZ4ZMlQiu9OzFtYkoLQATH5xLSVw2pc4icmsPsG3c9sPowZCx7B7APNkB_tBbxbwqLqA1VXnp_ZVUBHVqAsVUG1KszK4XhEKA87aCI/s1600/sounders2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIacTeScwFsZmsBfmMozcgrOB22n8q-OcjQckrjWZ4ZMlQiu9OzFtYkoLQATH5xLSVw2pc4icmsPsG3c9sPowZCx7B7APNkB_tBbxbwqLqA1VXnp_ZVUBHVqAsVUG1KszK4XhEKA87aCI/s400/sounders2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519452789142284834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqc_-Rdd9yaxG1VFFvnQ23SvLwGRHg0M8wE7DrTh4YpWRarJTRqk6CYawA7YMG1ArL2ctIKy02yu31vO9U-oXqPRAJl4xGAvrpu0XF3gruNO09oDZNs_ZUINFqjSIVDUxlFEM9rR6Xh3U/s1600/sounders.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqc_-Rdd9yaxG1VFFvnQ23SvLwGRHg0M8wE7DrTh4YpWRarJTRqk6CYawA7YMG1ArL2ctIKy02yu31vO9U-oXqPRAJl4xGAvrpu0XF3gruNO09oDZNs_ZUINFqjSIVDUxlFEM9rR6Xh3U/s400/sounders.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519452775363672354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ok I HAVE to mention how funny Ryder was during the game. Both of the boys really got into it, and were chanting and yelling with the crowd, but Ryder was particularly funny. He was yelling at the Ref and sometimes the players. He was screaming so much that everyone around us at some point or another was laughing at him. It was super cute.</div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-56047221264453393462010-09-07T14:55:00.001-07:002010-09-07T15:15:45.518-07:00Jory's first day of School!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Well, its official, my boy has grown up! He is officially in Pre-Kindergarten. He is so excited to go to school, and not at all nervous (wish I could say the same for Keith). Keith came home to make him his first day of school breakfast. (Ryder wasn't happy about getting his picture taken so early in the morning...)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KNBz2OEFLzDEWskWGi13F8nVHNLNSlD1jL-43foPD6jHIwyn5HZHv0SarErsQyaCt1VOsCp7dOLzC8l9WKy88JGXbcXeQHN0VsLEKix2-99kfFjbTEI6Z24aAKLkIgHPlGtWIhYQwiA/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KNBz2OEFLzDEWskWGi13F8nVHNLNSlD1jL-43foPD6jHIwyn5HZHv0SarErsQyaCt1VOsCp7dOLzC8l9WKy88JGXbcXeQHN0VsLEKix2-99kfFjbTEI6Z24aAKLkIgHPlGtWIhYQwiA/s400/046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514296224486566610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrB3wOpHZoGsi5cJeghObYahcbEzpnCW-6WI2CjUfAJe4uAa6OU0Dqa7lqcEFiz3LiYRZD5cD9TA_gPVbmTP_EfydjUq8qCXTSz2YjJ7snv_IsMiZ8K55T6ZuWf3D8CWxNN-_44SLllY/s1600/047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrB3wOpHZoGsi5cJeghObYahcbEzpnCW-6WI2CjUfAJe4uAa6OU0Dqa7lqcEFiz3LiYRZD5cD9TA_gPVbmTP_EfydjUq8qCXTSz2YjJ7snv_IsMiZ8K55T6ZuWf3D8CWxNN-_44SLllY/s400/047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514296216737118018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here he is all dressed up and ready to go. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMepjcSZsCr-QjufrUbWbWCriiB8NDPcFbIpcBz19ygoyOZTH4WtG-STTplhkUeNMJsxSaAszPd5nST_ITALDdZVdI9ZGdubtm1kbzAu62G7pzfMzzuDDCYALRIjHfnkOyM32ZGwP4cs/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMepjcSZsCr-QjufrUbWbWCriiB8NDPcFbIpcBz19ygoyOZTH4WtG-STTplhkUeNMJsxSaAszPd5nST_ITALDdZVdI9ZGdubtm1kbzAu62G7pzfMzzuDDCYALRIjHfnkOyM32ZGwP4cs/s400/048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514296206673629538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhiWDPuBrDgXCuN6MUrA82UouAHYFZY6FVWMWW9emw6FBACo95XLlQkWFR4IRs_4F0T4J2WNVM2ZmodWY-y8oV1uuCN20RX0fa_G6w-mCsTA5TABQSMCdMlGWIE1DdhSXOaOaSSkW8n0/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhiWDPuBrDgXCuN6MUrA82UouAHYFZY6FVWMWW9emw6FBACo95XLlQkWFR4IRs_4F0T4J2WNVM2ZmodWY-y8oV1uuCN20RX0fa_G6w-mCsTA5TABQSMCdMlGWIE1DdhSXOaOaSSkW8n0/s400/055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514296198897713666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOMU7Vb7KUT_qItbFiYUWw3hdtkuC59s68tN9Y7BT3vQ2mmGWmUDyXdMKfS_z4e4r0Ch3L73m_ZJPHWyhVNceeFCN_lOuQjisqWEfGNjKpxCa_9xEP_0KdhIiiPXXbiCdCJkTCM6IVE4/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOMU7Vb7KUT_qItbFiYUWw3hdtkuC59s68tN9Y7BT3vQ2mmGWmUDyXdMKfS_z4e4r0Ch3L73m_ZJPHWyhVNceeFCN_lOuQjisqWEfGNjKpxCa_9xEP_0KdhIiiPXXbiCdCJkTCM6IVE4/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514296190353264354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They're pretty cute eh? I can't believe he's 4 and in school. Its amazing how fast it flies. I am so proud of him and excited for this big day. And I'm excited that its only 2 days a week for a few hours because I'm not ready for him to be gone any more than that yet. </div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-39442919048794164882010-09-07T14:03:00.000-07:002010-09-07T14:37:44.707-07:00Labor day camping!!<div style="text-align: center;">We went camping over Labor day weekend up in Sandpoint with my family. I didn't really take any pictures of the campground or the beach, but I did get some good ones of the hike we took out to these waterfalls:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UeQ-qtqVIEvsZWhviOtQYFATjVMq1bg2VahsCzFEDh_9EsmuO2KahXNKYzgN-jdnsiC76ElZC25LLVW6EOu8zVyXUGzgf5tH6sXFJ6A8HnTtlnsUKhiz24m5we7AJpUzAqLCsHF2Kd8/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UeQ-qtqVIEvsZWhviOtQYFATjVMq1bg2VahsCzFEDh_9EsmuO2KahXNKYzgN-jdnsiC76ElZC25LLVW6EOu8zVyXUGzgf5tH6sXFJ6A8HnTtlnsUKhiz24m5we7AJpUzAqLCsHF2Kd8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514286906196840002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There were tons of what we think were spawning salmon. They were so bright and the boys loved them.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7bNTK-qKuYSV7IhzllelvyNCbtMd5u1SHdxPoolTwMeqiCUX2xipwujFI8AEOp5nu3wnuZnW-KOMpM84YSAVicjuzwetXyMqFM-SkEPYNh6Sew6hdOu-khpq9SNaSn1k2A4av4tgamA/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7bNTK-qKuYSV7IhzllelvyNCbtMd5u1SHdxPoolTwMeqiCUX2xipwujFI8AEOp5nu3wnuZnW-KOMpM84YSAVicjuzwetXyMqFM-SkEPYNh6Sew6hdOu-khpq9SNaSn1k2A4av4tgamA/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514286895917214018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's my family on a cliff. It makes me nervous just looking at the picture. It was a very anxious time for me...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMOdIXJpJDdq5EONnYHi-K_yiNCG2ogUerkbloJ86aWCBK_ekmZetNzybiEzgTpwp0FyocM6FSU0Yd1pIYwI36zUMqXCPLHyUVrR9r5rKDPHvHuRbj3yH5KS7kJpeWkW7S8n8boqXdRLo/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMOdIXJpJDdq5EONnYHi-K_yiNCG2ogUerkbloJ86aWCBK_ekmZetNzybiEzgTpwp0FyocM6FSU0Yd1pIYwI36zUMqXCPLHyUVrR9r5rKDPHvHuRbj3yH5KS7kJpeWkW7S8n8boqXdRLo/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514283937465844402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Fuquas</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FOqu7CFXo_m_IiVljnBUspi45x5HKZ9pkhsWAoV68iJhKAn8AR-EpNo9Uh24C_PJbO1N0NQalzJH76BGsZZsRfYnS4BmR8XzoSMazJvJ_2KasjHR9JHe5CKthGeU4KFzFJW55E9fU1w/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FOqu7CFXo_m_IiVljnBUspi45x5HKZ9pkhsWAoV68iJhKAn8AR-EpNo9Uh24C_PJbO1N0NQalzJH76BGsZZsRfYnS4BmR8XzoSMazJvJ_2KasjHR9JHe5CKthGeU4KFzFJW55E9fU1w/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514283923047902482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The boys threw rocks into the water for about 20 minutes. we had to drag them away, they could have stayed all day. Don't worry, Keith and Adam threw rocks too, it wasn't just little boys </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIClVFosoBBxweFreNZY9yd8TnmEvpyvbf119j_TfdQH4mivM_rJLa0p2FLJSMppN60ceBJsozYfkj9VRX2hbHP_LQWEdZH3p7cfIKDxqfnkaOJQ5yNx3aCOEMSgX_kZwIEvidyts7zQ/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIClVFosoBBxweFreNZY9yd8TnmEvpyvbf119j_TfdQH4mivM_rJLa0p2FLJSMppN60ceBJsozYfkj9VRX2hbHP_LQWEdZH3p7cfIKDxqfnkaOJQ5yNx3aCOEMSgX_kZwIEvidyts7zQ/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514283922174799602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Keith trying really hard not to get wet!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSL-dUxlWQKc39zJulvxTjZ2SDiNy0BivZ-gOZjJCgpHWFjuXyu4020isXozTrMNMMM0f4WBMFSgZChwGOvRRBQ1qc7cgEokU3LXCic74uFym722ZLL96bPTGcB7EJeig8Ps-ykquleM/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSL-dUxlWQKc39zJulvxTjZ2SDiNy0BivZ-gOZjJCgpHWFjuXyu4020isXozTrMNMMM0f4WBMFSgZChwGOvRRBQ1qc7cgEokU3LXCic74uFym722ZLL96bPTGcB7EJeig8Ps-ykquleM/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514283913896445954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Adam looking GQ:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPd5g1FSRgvaP6kCQMiMZ2XxcxfisYFrgdf66sDMYzAAZRnCrhMwliUek0c7JD7npT6P8NNvDnO3a2-PWg38BXCQMIh05zn5vOYbsz1kMQr8Z-ar0tHEF0KcOrmr4QKf3jCkzsQ2TMuA/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPd5g1FSRgvaP6kCQMiMZ2XxcxfisYFrgdf66sDMYzAAZRnCrhMwliUek0c7JD7npT6P8NNvDnO3a2-PWg38BXCQMIh05zn5vOYbsz1kMQr8Z-ar0tHEF0KcOrmr4QKf3jCkzsQ2TMuA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514283903796825218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The camping trip was really fun. It was our first real family camping trip. The boys had a blast playing in the woods and singing songs with grandma around the fire. We made some great food (banana boats were my favorite) and went to a really lame fish hatchery. The weather kinda took a bad turn on sunday so we ended up coming home early, but the fun didn't stop. We spent the night at grandma and grandpas and played all the next day. We went to the Kroc center and swam and then Ryan, Jenny, Keith and I went to Silverwood. It was a great weekend. :)</div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-67199088549381058662010-09-07T13:11:00.000-07:002010-09-07T14:02:39.105-07:00THE FAIR!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to the State Fair while we were in Boise, here's so pics so you can see the fun for yourself:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my "baked potato" ice cream. It was delish. We ate waaay too much that day. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUulth8XS0dvX04AKzMMAP9zeL07Nw9j3-sIaZM5CnMuFITJbBgF4X_POuhQk4SeS2mPijNGvHWGWOI0cqv_8g5S7FqExssQk2R0ZUmd5uQpYoWnJtmU0b_UNQmgdUwbZYY4XhRIC6kgE/s400/103.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514278937609999058" /><div style="text-align: center;">Keith snuck on the kids rides, he fits right in.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XoWVXiCDSIJP5LV7_9mh9nWwAKYctv77VoIVcN4klGAAWdETWOyeIf6-rjblX5GxArs4U_feKNY1FsuvYKEwlP5cLGxqdMfyuxj2pwGA9p_aF31WPBC3Hdl-KaXmdNdI-mqpjcakK_E/s1600/003.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XoWVXiCDSIJP5LV7_9mh9nWwAKYctv77VoIVcN4klGAAWdETWOyeIf6-rjblX5GxArs4U_feKNY1FsuvYKEwlP5cLGxqdMfyuxj2pwGA9p_aF31WPBC3Hdl-KaXmdNdI-mqpjcakK_E/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XoWVXiCDSIJP5LV7_9mh9nWwAKYctv77VoIVcN4klGAAWdETWOyeIf6-rjblX5GxArs4U_feKNY1FsuvYKEwlP5cLGxqdMfyuxj2pwGA9p_aF31WPBC3Hdl-KaXmdNdI-mqpjcakK_E/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514275928621587778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma and Grandpa Fuqua:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzsEnppNsqqjsLGSAbN3_Jx4sUDIvYv9ICVTR4WWaov0bDNT-at7AX7MxU6wA4mkPsdEODwX02dxpCeWN7-JCckj60lJk0EP-kmNLd5euOF7M9L8HpQaDRDVUIq45-LzIYn96rvIziPo/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzsEnppNsqqjsLGSAbN3_Jx4sUDIvYv9ICVTR4WWaov0bDNT-at7AX7MxU6wA4mkPsdEODwX02dxpCeWN7-JCckj60lJk0EP-kmNLd5euOF7M9L8HpQaDRDVUIq45-LzIYn96rvIziPo/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514275917786010674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chuck, Kelli, Ben and Sarah:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazfT_9N00YOikeRLpcBDug6ulF5J7nHtGUlNhSYh_6sFJt4_bGyvJ2merhIs4NSZp6Eh7Ao__oaRDGVyZ-ZQnzw8KG7arj1y-_BEe7xjD3hD5kCFDF4ktjJYiTB6D06MIZoBGN8g-LiM/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazfT_9N00YOikeRLpcBDug6ulF5J7nHtGUlNhSYh_6sFJt4_bGyvJ2merhIs4NSZp6Eh7Ao__oaRDGVyZ-ZQnzw8KG7arj1y-_BEe7xjD3hD5kCFDF4ktjJYiTB6D06MIZoBGN8g-LiM/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514275915913310258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jory and Isaac:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRF9BnKNQdiRrziJu-owqPVgu3gkynUKtbgHSEONEgG21ng2GewbAeh9QhiuU-Ol3-PQeBXMbAIZbjtWCJNxaYa-tLPzJG2DeaJulqO9fJMFEdwjSk4cu30wpgpeBrDuHv-xfmUyVBVw/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRF9BnKNQdiRrziJu-owqPVgu3gkynUKtbgHSEONEgG21ng2GewbAeh9QhiuU-Ol3-PQeBXMbAIZbjtWCJNxaYa-tLPzJG2DeaJulqO9fJMFEdwjSk4cu30wpgpeBrDuHv-xfmUyVBVw/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514273916068750242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jory, Isaac and some sheep (names unknown):</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1_XbhB8lL44BcseaNag4CpR9zrzZRFRaj97T8g0q2EwYks5z2xQ8Z20FSI34FMR7ltiLlW-_I65qiVS_Lxe6ndPQ4gohKWffwQ49w44OeaX1b8CBavnv-14ZzKbi0UflC_4_ehCdCHQ/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1_XbhB8lL44BcseaNag4CpR9zrzZRFRaj97T8g0q2EwYks5z2xQ8Z20FSI34FMR7ltiLlW-_I65qiVS_Lxe6ndPQ4gohKWffwQ49w44OeaX1b8CBavnv-14ZzKbi0UflC_4_ehCdCHQ/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514273905373908914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sarah, Chuck, Isaac, Jory and a bunch of Bull.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz51NBdprrmPvp6mB0mrF4YVTKssAiKbChO5rbTXw_0eczw7WxwdGVawGYwf0Rph52Ub8kEj9q4PkgQ9DOzxaRq_HZzHz-SWG4rJi_cQjBvvHph1A_wApnFxvNAZhRDQsVkHL_ghg_Kjo/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz51NBdprrmPvp6mB0mrF4YVTKssAiKbChO5rbTXw_0eczw7WxwdGVawGYwf0Rph52Ub8kEj9q4PkgQ9DOzxaRq_HZzHz-SWG4rJi_cQjBvvHph1A_wApnFxvNAZhRDQsVkHL_ghg_Kjo/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514273899514597362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ryder and some hot chicks:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2AC0P06dMpc2aqnRLvh6_te2hOrcUwu7xp_AtjoSxHbOHhbthoDpDCe441sXWLK9NCgQU1mxgq7xZidmJNci5vhHCJ3Fmk0-QPtTnPDXbRJWUBcaHoDfU_JWDEuY7Vjjrtf-D0gaT14/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2AC0P06dMpc2aqnRLvh6_te2hOrcUwu7xp_AtjoSxHbOHhbthoDpDCe441sXWLK9NCgQU1mxgq7xZidmJNci5vhHCJ3Fmk0-QPtTnPDXbRJWUBcaHoDfU_JWDEuY7Vjjrtf-D0gaT14/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514273893646983282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Keith, Ryder and emperor Kuzco:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVD7_-GEH43oXc5vt5MRWP0fe_sl1g9dly3ish6uj_q6vXQ5pgEL0_y3A2S3iWCPMBKioW2MKTiq02535UoRAiIO3KOxJgloXdl-9ZAal_hXpz2teEAILBGPIoQHPsgx53EH58_T4fgU/s1600/059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVD7_-GEH43oXc5vt5MRWP0fe_sl1g9dly3ish6uj_q6vXQ5pgEL0_y3A2S3iWCPMBKioW2MKTiq02535UoRAiIO3KOxJgloXdl-9ZAal_hXpz2teEAILBGPIoQHPsgx53EH58_T4fgU/s400/059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514273882808726162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is what Ryder dreams about:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRP-huAW2blQw39v8nuSvURZ5GIXdCoDI4PeY7Gmicik2e0sDVlmuE3FOa1x-IF-oTb16_tVbDK4AmntNWHut06EtuUIpg6qK0ftNhgvkCvoH-ASSe_GVlePeYWRKw5DOjpXthXhmQx4A/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRP-huAW2blQw39v8nuSvURZ5GIXdCoDI4PeY7Gmicik2e0sDVlmuE3FOa1x-IF-oTb16_tVbDK4AmntNWHut06EtuUIpg6qK0ftNhgvkCvoH-ASSe_GVlePeYWRKw5DOjpXthXhmQx4A/s400/073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271663085690658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What a good looking group of boys. They're from Oklahoma, but they're no hicks:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAO6gGcNapQDDCpGOLxIeeDttiqG8z-Sp0ntJpJQ_xK7Lxv9T0_oiFWWpoknoHiPlaTmHREuLzOaqHYCstYODMlblIiocGnTk-YTuXtM2QVCV0XvMXbHNK_7lkbooio_Ya5dKuE9NRRo/s1600/084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAO6gGcNapQDDCpGOLxIeeDttiqG8z-Sp0ntJpJQ_xK7Lxv9T0_oiFWWpoknoHiPlaTmHREuLzOaqHYCstYODMlblIiocGnTk-YTuXtM2QVCV0XvMXbHNK_7lkbooio_Ya5dKuE9NRRo/s400/084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271655902967330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My little eggplant (apparently this is the face an eggplant makes, i love it Ryder.):</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJX941OMKHny5pV8jBU-FJR5SP7qBaiEK1op-C4-_bo0EObYse_GholF92e80MmJtfxcVzFRqs91-erHx8CtT0npFTQigluU7t3PZtsjyZLtcBSV3wAzZ068PnNrNU4BhSYotcL-vx10/s1600/097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJX941OMKHny5pV8jBU-FJR5SP7qBaiEK1op-C4-_bo0EObYse_GholF92e80MmJtfxcVzFRqs91-erHx8CtT0npFTQigluU7t3PZtsjyZLtcBSV3wAzZ068PnNrNU4BhSYotcL-vx10/s400/097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271646513122258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jory on the cob:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmetgurKAK9S19L6r_K_h5YzRdciPJL4knvHEUDwNsKKyCEyY7tCBAWtnWkPTtafpLyhtmPCiLyQ88M_yEhprGAzvoMo7mpuGKjFs3MFt7vYWqrHsueOPR2LANGWwCVfXq6W-oh1hUFOk/s1600/089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmetgurKAK9S19L6r_K_h5YzRdciPJL4knvHEUDwNsKKyCEyY7tCBAWtnWkPTtafpLyhtmPCiLyQ88M_yEhprGAzvoMo7mpuGKjFs3MFt7vYWqrHsueOPR2LANGWwCVfXq6W-oh1hUFOk/s400/089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271636407645922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yay for the fair!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-61986898488881440482010-09-07T12:56:00.000-07:002010-09-07T13:09:37.090-07:00Alex and Alia...or Alia and Alex<div align="center">Well, since this blog serves as my family history as well, I MUST mention that Alex got married on August 21st to the beautiful Alia Petersen. The wedding was in Boise and it was absolutely beautiful. They are the cutest couple (can't wait to see the babies in a few years) and I couldn't be happier for them. I never thought Alex would find someone that met all of his qualifications (i.e. amazingly beautiful, smart, spiritual and wonderfully geeky too), but he totally did. They are two peas in a pod. I couldn't be more excited about my new sister-in-law and I am so proud and happy for Alex. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwZXLmuJPwDBqzLQUhpfY543i2q33B5SKezOOmObRShsAgDzv4kmPTGsJr8H1b0vYRi3VTs-nkZs6SPVhm3UXJ5tyBPO79st_h6oRS2MuiN7E3rXn4zQBzuhEgQi33STsbdf_E5Aa3uQ/s1600/alexalia4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514264559543161234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwZXLmuJPwDBqzLQUhpfY543i2q33B5SKezOOmObRShsAgDzv4kmPTGsJr8H1b0vYRi3VTs-nkZs6SPVhm3UXJ5tyBPO79st_h6oRS2MuiN7E3rXn4zQBzuhEgQi33STsbdf_E5Aa3uQ/s400/alexalia4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Here's the family at the Temple. It was really really really hot.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3uxoAd-1LX9GpBQIHdppx_O9cs72Xg8vx9T7jB5M2IG3-qv3XzlOzMMcFirmKbK9NXMKT1UiOs_H-K-232CE89PAan08Qe3LnBbPqf7679UbgcbsgdBKdtl70sdXtdds6b4ioAbstrM/s1600/alexalia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514263810402685538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3uxoAd-1LX9GpBQIHdppx_O9cs72Xg8vx9T7jB5M2IG3-qv3XzlOzMMcFirmKbK9NXMKT1UiOs_H-K-232CE89PAan08Qe3LnBbPqf7679UbgcbsgdBKdtl70sdXtdds6b4ioAbstrM/s400/alexalia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And here is my contribution to the wedding/wedding present. It was a lot of work but really fun. It stressed me out because I wanted it to be perfect, but in the end I was happy with it, which is kind of a miracle because I never like stuff I make.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzXqrphUndrle7WS5s2qSAW-s1cLK-9bSqYwFT68qXZQQrB9irSyG_b37mpGlqYS4Jcg9igLiJgVC-OrGprON57x_CJP76OswVzN38DpSMSbZi2Nc-A6A7Nexzvwpsc27oJlkgQibFTg/s1600/alexalia3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514263807022726466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzXqrphUndrle7WS5s2qSAW-s1cLK-9bSqYwFT68qXZQQrB9irSyG_b37mpGlqYS4Jcg9igLiJgVC-OrGprON57x_CJP76OswVzN38DpSMSbZi2Nc-A6A7Nexzvwpsc27oJlkgQibFTg/s400/alexalia3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Couldn't be happier for them both.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-83988680379920598112010-09-01T15:52:00.000-07:002010-09-01T16:24:26.940-07:00Kids Camp!<div style="text-align: center;">My brother Cameron and my sister Emily worked this summer at the Blackrock Kids Camp. Its an awesome facility with everything you could possible dream of to keep kids entertained. They were generous enough to allow employees to bring their families one night so we got to go check it out. The Zip line was by far the biggest hit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jory got up to the top and decided he didn't want to go. (it is kinda high up and goes down into the water) We were soo disappointed because we really wanted him to try it and we knew if he did he would like it. We tried every kind of bribery, but it didn't work. So, using a very UNrecommended parenting technique, we hooked him up and sent him down. He cried the entire time. And for about 5 minutes after. I sat at the top cursing myself for being a horrible parent and scarring him for life when all the sudden he jumped up and said he wanted to do it again. Phew! I guess it was a success. He did it a few more times after that too.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rwDqOqQWYAj1SayB6EY4JUHvbv4QFCf4P3lO11uoOzCBjR1Wxn-WutYRvIcD7OU7bWOgD8y3z-mOeNtHbhHEA_pcS2NYxPvjniCX2c8OesYRk4MP4cZ9cV4uR-n_ULdQ4-3YITTPxw4/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rwDqOqQWYAj1SayB6EY4JUHvbv4QFCf4P3lO11uoOzCBjR1Wxn-WutYRvIcD7OU7bWOgD8y3z-mOeNtHbhHEA_pcS2NYxPvjniCX2c8OesYRk4MP4cZ9cV4uR-n_ULdQ4-3YITTPxw4/s400/042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512086427326081570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa5oFqI9I0ITBd4aLP3q_EH7KZWYPUtp5HZCLCR-vx3oETeaY_ro4M4JBuSbAZR4ar-JpM_9FOWir0m9kEOifaA1A0AfsyguUYPfjJjbkRhl9wisgpN8um2Gjvl2qwe7AUH6TZR4Ngso/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa5oFqI9I0ITBd4aLP3q_EH7KZWYPUtp5HZCLCR-vx3oETeaY_ro4M4JBuSbAZR4ar-JpM_9FOWir0m9kEOifaA1A0AfsyguUYPfjJjbkRhl9wisgpN8um2Gjvl2qwe7AUH6TZR4Ngso/s400/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512086412336260930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9sli-60aiiokO-LM15W1MFc4vd5yGxo2axfdh-ttYedM6KVsWo8Iv3NyIwi5uLCXJhf6CSGe70MjPIK-Y2_CHrV9y3dkvEAz5DW3_kNffKZifaxs9UdaTvlP8vP6qD-bMvRK1JimXUU/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9sli-60aiiokO-LM15W1MFc4vd5yGxo2axfdh-ttYedM6KVsWo8Iv3NyIwi5uLCXJhf6CSGe70MjPIK-Y2_CHrV9y3dkvEAz5DW3_kNffKZifaxs9UdaTvlP8vP6qD-bMvRK1JimXUU/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512086399202004818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I did it too..</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-nZ9gNn7wKIqyzjdayCoXcQHLJn-26eLEYLLpwUPmQ6wZtBA5Mtm0dhsq4kAXMbUkXrypHQWPJ8jIvJwQsEkqo18uba6f_iq66LILSfutYYKhy3KLP8EVuEaKBAdYOmkS4zSobx7bqA/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-nZ9gNn7wKIqyzjdayCoXcQHLJn-26eLEYLLpwUPmQ6wZtBA5Mtm0dhsq4kAXMbUkXrypHQWPJ8jIvJwQsEkqo18uba6f_iq66LILSfutYYKhy3KLP8EVuEaKBAdYOmkS4zSobx7bqA/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512086393680806034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cameron is a show off.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrL9MnUqR0FReLJy1IMrLTlnc2SJ70rk0AjPqyQbqZDxbIPk6AOLDz2WTkBtmLVJVUeFUfcrGupjbzpxQ36eHDaRRjht3c8PZ1BEEhuEoLYApnvO_Lwd_HJvpRCdmr5UUr2VsNfzBV0s/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrL9MnUqR0FReLJy1IMrLTlnc2SJ70rk0AjPqyQbqZDxbIPk6AOLDz2WTkBtmLVJVUeFUfcrGupjbzpxQ36eHDaRRjht3c8PZ1BEEhuEoLYApnvO_Lwd_HJvpRCdmr5UUr2VsNfzBV0s/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512084336718247730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Little Rylee Miller was the most impressive though. 3 years old and it didn't take one second of convincing for her to go down. And I think she did it about 7 more times. She was an animal.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39FJj6by2Tc2bJE84eTCNVCJVnPIRPfFL-O6P_zac2Xa8nnsVlPMwN6I1f921YrDW3Dov1xxMBthYMvn4dTfX6W2lxBIZm4sbNUJqyTTKKiexQb6iiQ2NAMuVYgQcy2yG15TEhl7YSmo/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39FJj6by2Tc2bJE84eTCNVCJVnPIRPfFL-O6P_zac2Xa8nnsVlPMwN6I1f921YrDW3Dov1xxMBthYMvn4dTfX6W2lxBIZm4sbNUJqyTTKKiexQb6iiQ2NAMuVYgQcy2yG15TEhl7YSmo/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512084311378497906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chilling at the Dock:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZ3FYEhOnus0z7Kiknbs0A2HL4YHnuK55Rp5g_mdW6exQaJgkFYOxDBFHPgJIHbseUYm_LVhos2Qgf4vlMaPOnrXznm7ut8zXl2HMl7hH1eiPhU0oiNiLMgzoVFlZkticjxCz0RM1a_c/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZ3FYEhOnus0z7Kiknbs0A2HL4YHnuK55Rp5g_mdW6exQaJgkFYOxDBFHPgJIHbseUYm_LVhos2Qgf4vlMaPOnrXznm7ut8zXl2HMl7hH1eiPhU0oiNiLMgzoVFlZkticjxCz0RM1a_c/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512084270160451842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There was also fishing and they stock the pond with trout. There were tons of them.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz4sQ4m51Lm31gvhJVGP80zZa65vunEJMUmRYRdK2_zUfLLcjWtquCfdFK8FJph3LFaG6BTecwfLUTOIoJfVmYfkd9YIKC-lwoHS3mHg3-iMl8Y1td00dsUZQMKiDCZBjfGzebySQfuI/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz4sQ4m51Lm31gvhJVGP80zZa65vunEJMUmRYRdK2_zUfLLcjWtquCfdFK8FJph3LFaG6BTecwfLUTOIoJfVmYfkd9YIKC-lwoHS3mHg3-iMl8Y1td00dsUZQMKiDCZBjfGzebySQfuI/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512084257195474610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There was also an insanely cool (and VERY dangerous) playground where everything you step on moves and spins. I wish I would have taken a picture of it. It was fun. We also went in the pool that has two waterslides and the big boys had a cannonball splashing contest. The whole place was awesome and beautiful and we had a blast.</div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-88967109894834088722010-09-01T15:33:00.000-07:002010-09-03T14:00:59.227-07:00MILLERS!!!<div style="text-align: center;">So our favorite miller family came to visit last month!! It was sooo fun!!! I didn't take hardly any pictures, I did get a few on the lake...</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Future couple:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUB_OkUdYmuFL5nM5Ih72kEXv8QzKWJmd5-G6SeOaaEF8gjbQ28RT1iHk61gYe1vbB8GAWmiflHfMzZz5Jum07dEOezdnZLG_QlP4q5hMYaIAVlyTHJQJqn48DMQkQ9ZHy3QTOMNd6Kg/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUB_OkUdYmuFL5nM5Ih72kEXv8QzKWJmd5-G6SeOaaEF8gjbQ28RT1iHk61gYe1vbB8GAWmiflHfMzZz5Jum07dEOezdnZLG_QlP4q5hMYaIAVlyTHJQJqn48DMQkQ9ZHy3QTOMNd6Kg/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512079716975281506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">BFFS Keith and Der</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wFYgVCfZI0xDRjzLcgTeQ4mGn_tEBezb014E9NfIco97jp7ycJHWhgCAw2jgG8QBzMPxHbRmuTmmV9bC86RAhP6-ifyEWG0mXOSateJnv7I3_KuCAto74_N89zlK-Go6fwWID_NAzSQ/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wFYgVCfZI0xDRjzLcgTeQ4mGn_tEBezb014E9NfIco97jp7ycJHWhgCAw2jgG8QBzMPxHbRmuTmmV9bC86RAhP6-ifyEWG0mXOSateJnv7I3_KuCAto74_N89zlK-Go6fwWID_NAzSQ/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512079709792297138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Glamorous Shot of me and Katie (ok Katie looks good but I look revolting)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivx0VwmKpGv8lKt2vAKJc3WcU2voSZzQnvWNInbR8JFqy8K0qh1epf7ANioBF4RrSdo1yEPPz0raJp1zU7ICBQxC5TyRr_g3Ljig0qhQNP1dWUWMBovWI7hIZPbJcwwUn8Uy7lGsff6G8/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivx0VwmKpGv8lKt2vAKJc3WcU2voSZzQnvWNInbR8JFqy8K0qh1epf7ANioBF4RrSdo1yEPPz0raJp1zU7ICBQxC5TyRr_g3Ljig0qhQNP1dWUWMBovWI7hIZPbJcwwUn8Uy7lGsff6G8/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512079694068836066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZSHwWcVs22Qck1BpPi6hzPfGjjHMNh4AyxKXwDLM7KOYNlVJj8VgaXfktnwcmyapPjqi79yFlE-7_CvSa0rj_b6MoaX34jkesKaWmpOUMK4BxJivGGWCme-ufB4f7E-L5j6D5duY7W8/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZSHwWcVs22Qck1BpPi6hzPfGjjHMNh4AyxKXwDLM7KOYNlVJj8VgaXfktnwcmyapPjqi79yFlE-7_CvSa0rj_b6MoaX34jkesKaWmpOUMK4BxJivGGWCme-ufB4f7E-L5j6D5duY7W8/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512079689378523986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisO7jf5u-qsMnYJmIduYpKvJ9IdOW-xepnjFKtSTkOWoyMVseQSY1aagOE28_wNSXgBqSmaF33zKubcvDtqnVC9zTcKMnabTBLLRIiGzc0pXzDMJRnxdXxPvQ7JwQOlqFUau8r-LOzqMo/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisO7jf5u-qsMnYJmIduYpKvJ9IdOW-xepnjFKtSTkOWoyMVseQSY1aagOE28_wNSXgBqSmaF33zKubcvDtqnVC9zTcKMnabTBLLRIiGzc0pXzDMJRnxdXxPvQ7JwQOlqFUau8r-LOzqMo/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512079678212830786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the other things we did were play downtown, eat Gooey's, go to Silverwood, play at the park, take the millers to their first musical (hairspray!) and eat way too much. We had so much fun and are glad that they made the really un-fun drive up here to see us! We tried talking them into moving here, but I don't think it worked. We're not giving up though....</div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-39897970570265895092010-09-01T09:01:00.000-07:002010-09-01T15:04:49.050-07:00Our Photo Shoot :)<div style="text-align: center;">My sister in law Jenny is an AMAZING photographer, and she was nice enough to take some family pictures for us! we just went down to my parents dock and I had no idea it was so beautiful until she pointed out where we were supposed to sit. They turned out really great. Here are some of my favorites:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPczOjtIwsRtkivUbSeukhTj-GbVbyrtC-Y1R9HLyaCR7lwIveC0lis6IDFAReVE434miagtDjeY_0T2nxh-L_slpKQ0AT7s1Y8X8QksupDBJ1uU0nQzcfquh5cGUdOx_yl5DVQ80lC5o/s1600/_MG_6157.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPczOjtIwsRtkivUbSeukhTj-GbVbyrtC-Y1R9HLyaCR7lwIveC0lis6IDFAReVE434miagtDjeY_0T2nxh-L_slpKQ0AT7s1Y8X8QksupDBJ1uU0nQzcfquh5cGUdOx_yl5DVQ80lC5o/s400/_MG_6157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512065116832513762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2Ps4qjlrTPKPs-ZtRQ4cUmZVtTcXUDWmDRBUqAg8ugAqYXHHc67xruDTCVHmTjAI3rKyKjZXz1-FaYgVyz63du2cpOKqQ6iZotvA1r2dw9Gt5NIorZ_dc5dFFNs6bR3B_1IuyiBRdR8/s1600/_MG_6142bw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2Ps4qjlrTPKPs-ZtRQ4cUmZVtTcXUDWmDRBUqAg8ugAqYXHHc67xruDTCVHmTjAI3rKyKjZXz1-FaYgVyz63du2cpOKqQ6iZotvA1r2dw9Gt5NIorZ_dc5dFFNs6bR3B_1IuyiBRdR8/s400/_MG_6142bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512065106691365266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzR1aTkSH6N3hL5whv5IiAdDhNIy7rAqSY_4yWs0qR7Dioo3YvSr1x91s0J_9aXB9_CQGJYaDfQeZ2S6q_ZYSFvWbX2kehux1yXERJ2hILq6U-I1H6TocanrIY7x2HJd_R-eFk1lhMQc/s1600/_MG_6234bw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzR1aTkSH6N3hL5whv5IiAdDhNIy7rAqSY_4yWs0qR7Dioo3YvSr1x91s0J_9aXB9_CQGJYaDfQeZ2S6q_ZYSFvWbX2kehux1yXERJ2hILq6U-I1H6TocanrIY7x2HJd_R-eFk1lhMQc/s400/_MG_6234bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511999359485450066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">As soon as we can afford it, I want to get this one printed on canvas (killer cute eh?):</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfh9VH7CsL435iaMo7Z0twnk-YbChayiDGNsquHdCc5RXjX5vAYl4durSGYMGd1w6zVli-xwsDqcQ_bzUqZ980DnWyt03WKaSYiY6xUkqSGJLaWCHeIClG-cGBFNGcjuSjUsH1EphT0o/s1600/_MG_6164bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511983148484674322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfh9VH7CsL435iaMo7Z0twnk-YbChayiDGNsquHdCc5RXjX5vAYl4durSGYMGd1w6zVli-xwsDqcQ_bzUqZ980DnWyt03WKaSYiY6xUkqSGJLaWCHeIClG-cGBFNGcjuSjUsH1EphT0o/s400/_MG_6164bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyx5TyRI_MWGDNhNSNghdA9xBCAVoxquQw3QBHHw63QqtAaPz04nBFjJ92Fp-3BvUa6OeJNE3wDzRYabiH6haTUWilUces6X8TyVJLCTaLfafPa8yGyJfOVGvVkJWrYi28eGYlvoDVUU/s1600/_MG_6247perfect.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511983129250296290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyx5TyRI_MWGDNhNSNghdA9xBCAVoxquQw3QBHHw63QqtAaPz04nBFjJ92Fp-3BvUa6OeJNE3wDzRYabiH6haTUWilUces6X8TyVJLCTaLfafPa8yGyJfOVGvVkJWrYi28eGYlvoDVUU/s400/_MG_6247perfect.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHDRB1a3rAjtyfhCSIdOW4aSOWDHkCdu1a0knG0v8DwwEaxLGGjOSm_FulUtpJOToemZ3ZtqWEDC1fwqlURX6mafpZYk8u59hx9BJcWDV1f214TFeTt7vrFCs3wRoQhJHVk38dQL7-rU/s1600/_MG_6173.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511980187146635858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHDRB1a3rAjtyfhCSIdOW4aSOWDHkCdu1a0knG0v8DwwEaxLGGjOSm_FulUtpJOToemZ3ZtqWEDC1fwqlURX6mafpZYk8u59hx9BJcWDV1f214TFeTt7vrFCs3wRoQhJHVk38dQL7-rU/s400/_MG_6173.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2lFY_b-w-jC2k28l2NHQiEBsR1a-aPsWKONK_n7SaBUZ1XFi_XTXcjxBt3HEva9f0hPJgQYFyLC8pNw-kR32FTQ5W7ZDY-_fwq3xbZIEUOFAh8A3v61XedpcfP4PwoggTq1fbh1OUT4/s1600/_MG_6169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511980172656981794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2lFY_b-w-jC2k28l2NHQiEBsR1a-aPsWKONK_n7SaBUZ1XFi_XTXcjxBt3HEva9f0hPJgQYFyLC8pNw-kR32FTQ5W7ZDY-_fwq3xbZIEUOFAh8A3v61XedpcfP4PwoggTq1fbh1OUT4/s400/_MG_6169.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They really turned out so great, I am so grateful to have such a talented sister in law. Thanks Jen!!!</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912591302615482035.post-53217381366529497552010-07-16T10:44:00.000-07:002010-07-16T11:17:01.134-07:00A perfect afternoon...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">So we haven't done any traveling or anything too exciting lately, but we have had some great weather and wonderful family time. One afternoon was what I deem perfect. We took a LONG bike/scooter ride (the boys new favorite thing ever)</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcdyQqn1WzF_2EDIJI1JckHIqUxia-BqlmVwUlSZGiYmaa83b91CKUqXnAJ5quQ9k_FPlWfDYTsXQd8T3fexAAuNUkgDW7sAsMhsbh5yLZ_eEK0xOAU5Crvd_SPImCr6wNPSC4aAoDBc/s1600/summer+2010+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494566130929603042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcdyQqn1WzF_2EDIJI1JckHIqUxia-BqlmVwUlSZGiYmaa83b91CKUqXnAJ5quQ9k_FPlWfDYTsXQd8T3fexAAuNUkgDW7sAsMhsbh5yLZ_eEK0xOAU5Crvd_SPImCr6wNPSC4aAoDBc/s400/summer+2010+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlkUSxFUeMbDASV0VC7-yoMXSdd-ZljPMPCtNii6jYDzlylBO7aiZuJ88nZN1vzT_vMfv5iStvs625SXE7bJlnY8FrqAw_TGaRty3ahydWb0tePzR5mJmu-JiC55mh5Sm82uBY42zeAQ/s1600/summer+2010+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494566115430621634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlkUSxFUeMbDASV0VC7-yoMXSdd-ZljPMPCtNii6jYDzlylBO7aiZuJ88nZN1vzT_vMfv5iStvs625SXE7bJlnY8FrqAw_TGaRty3ahydWb0tePzR5mJmu-JiC55mh5Sm82uBY42zeAQ/s400/summer+2010+019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhga4CzdRt4x0kBnKy94r5duNPKMHDJLMX_bdsCZ3-ufPKNV5wiA6fdDwRY5BV9FOd3KOsyOxN7VV12Y2IUzC-lMKg4ggcVEnUy2q7mk9AHO4IbuQo2rVcRcfZuVrY8vK_Rm1h8xuHKHoc/s1600/summer+2010+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494563909581267890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhga4CzdRt4x0kBnKy94r5duNPKMHDJLMX_bdsCZ3-ufPKNV5wiA6fdDwRY5BV9FOd3KOsyOxN7VV12Y2IUzC-lMKg4ggcVEnUy2q7mk9AHO4IbuQo2rVcRcfZuVrY8vK_Rm1h8xuHKHoc/s400/summer+2010+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGAVCagDpYh3CdrIFved3gjewPbJSW0mPwRbTpue_mtJB9IOmNaerfO5XsguTxoMkdlnBny0Dd47W8njq1YKwZj3mn1b8B4srZvjYrbT8QyE4QeVuFe6cFiLLg9Wa6cEOuscx3ZvOpeM/s1600/summer+2010+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494563898659080210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGAVCagDpYh3CdrIFved3gjewPbJSW0mPwRbTpue_mtJB9IOmNaerfO5XsguTxoMkdlnBny0Dd47W8njq1YKwZj3mn1b8B4srZvjYrbT8QyE4QeVuFe6cFiLLg9Wa6cEOuscx3ZvOpeM/s400/summer+2010+026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we had some ice cream </span><span style="font-size:78%;">(and when I say "we" I mean the kids, my metabolism won't allow anything more than licking the scoop when I'm done dishing them up):<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuiMkilyhtkIyoWbLVqE2ksC0l6KF_a1m8gePaxWrI9lLHjntiucIPgPVsvYCF3QW2eOdWAKd0TiF-jK2sm8LZVZblZs6pbqIYfdc23q05pnGNraGAEfX7HfPWOU1eWr3s8ewNCathCE/s1600/summer+2010+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494563892420627602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuiMkilyhtkIyoWbLVqE2ksC0l6KF_a1m8gePaxWrI9lLHjntiucIPgPVsvYCF3QW2eOdWAKd0TiF-jK2sm8LZVZblZs6pbqIYfdc23q05pnGNraGAEfX7HfPWOU1eWr3s8ewNCathCE/s400/summer+2010+035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we played out back with the new buzz lightyear sprinkler (the boys new 2nd favorite thing)</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxM_iCTQmKfbbPJRnPv_QYtuW1pWrIU7D2nJriWoO4Bn86EYEQghyrLZkfDVdrcwNFCUKn7HvrHq6ks0-b25ZuzUCFI8yKsZQ2AgZN2I0_VNAjk_8tkBXe17q7t7snvt2E0KobstNwxU/s1600/summer+2010+043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494563882720453266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxM_iCTQmKfbbPJRnPv_QYtuW1pWrIU7D2nJriWoO4Bn86EYEQghyrLZkfDVdrcwNFCUKn7HvrHq6ks0-b25ZuzUCFI8yKsZQ2AgZN2I0_VNAjk_8tkBXe17q7t7snvt2E0KobstNwxU/s400/summer+2010+043.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDI5dzBhoCl93TeOQDcJHwk0LIe2qfcDZfrueTSzMpfVai8Yjl5M-jaINCg5T-7l6VZXjT1Y3jVNQlZm0bAIpiVegHNJmnMql4mHnzP21okMzUdKscQlJoD6z2rzSNwf3_M3CyHOijHEo/s1600/summer+2010+051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494563874025617746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDI5dzBhoCl93TeOQDcJHwk0LIe2qfcDZfrueTSzMpfVai8Yjl5M-jaINCg5T-7l6VZXjT1Y3jVNQlZm0bAIpiVegHNJmnMql4mHnzP21okMzUdKscQlJoD6z2rzSNwf3_M3CyHOijHEo/s400/summer+2010+051.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">It was summer perfection. The boys were so happy and I just love watching them play and explore and have fun. I'm so grateful for them everyday.</span></div></div></div></div></div>The Fuquashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127045751515303857noreply@blogger.com3