<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:31:46.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-2456503186005093242</id><published>2012-02-14T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:21:00.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Love</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to send you some Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15E70sAMZ6E/Tzs_2LGWFlI/AAAAAAAACsc/dzZoYZC2k3g/s1600/DSC_0535love8x12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15E70sAMZ6E/Tzs_2LGWFlI/AAAAAAAACsc/dzZoYZC2k3g/s640/DSC_0535love8x12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709227152547124818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOO. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0apu3tCJEes/Tzs_iyPwN7I/AAAAAAAACsQ/rBr09V7pe-4/s1600/DSC_0232Love8x12bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0apu3tCJEes/Tzs_iyPwN7I/AAAAAAAACsQ/rBr09V7pe-4/s640/DSC_0232Love8x12bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709226819458185138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jmIKWmh5nF4/Tzs_QiVJZhI/AAAAAAAACsE/buuxm16yOM8/s1600/Madi%2BValentine-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jmIKWmh5nF4/Tzs_QiVJZhI/AAAAAAAACsE/buuxm16yOM8/s640/Madi%2BValentine-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709226505948194322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55pAT3xT25U/Tzs_Io9cSaI/AAAAAAAACr4/j3B6Kl4VoXI/s1600/Tyli%2BValentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55pAT3xT25U/Tzs_Io9cSaI/AAAAAAAACr4/j3B6Kl4VoXI/s640/Tyli%2BValentine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709226370288863650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRXtsU4bhc4/Tzs_EjtGaaI/AAAAAAAACrs/BDQN9veVgfA/s1600/Emmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRXtsU4bhc4/Tzs_EjtGaaI/AAAAAAAACrs/BDQN9veVgfA/s640/Emmi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709226300158667170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-2456503186005093242?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2456503186005093242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=2456503186005093242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2456503186005093242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2456503186005093242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-love.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15E70sAMZ6E/Tzs_2LGWFlI/AAAAAAAACsc/dzZoYZC2k3g/s72-c/DSC_0535love8x12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-4034839535571205189</id><published>2012-02-08T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:21:41.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Tea with Ty</title><content type='html'>This week Ty had a lunch for mom's at her preschool. We had a fun afternoon of yummy lunch made my Miss Heather. (Little Brick House Preschool with Heather Peel is the best preschool in Kaysville!!) They made us this darling book that I love. They also did a few little songs just for us. It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNdhG6ng1fA/TzNjmNQZ5qI/AAAAAAAACrU/P000YQxk4bE/s1600/IMG_1007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNdhG6ng1fA/TzNjmNQZ5qI/AAAAAAAACrU/P000YQxk4bE/s640/IMG_1007-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707014660853196450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the sweetest gifts I have ever gotten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC3s_WfhJBE/TzNjauusQ_I/AAAAAAAACrI/1JCHVuhG1s8/s1600/DSC_0013-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC3s_WfhJBE/TzNjauusQ_I/AAAAAAAACrI/1JCHVuhG1s8/s640/DSC_0013-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707014463680168946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbSVMmW2YU4/TzNjSmyUKfI/AAAAAAAACq8/PMi9Mgy8_Rs/s1600/DSC_0014-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbSVMmW2YU4/TzNjSmyUKfI/AAAAAAAACq8/PMi9Mgy8_Rs/s640/DSC_0014-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707014324108929522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6v_QhxFEW8/TzNjIRVSVEI/AAAAAAAACqw/RNc3_tgA7as/s1600/DSC_0017-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6v_QhxFEW8/TzNjIRVSVEI/AAAAAAAACqw/RNc3_tgA7as/s640/DSC_0017-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707014146551338050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOOITwnnIm4/TzNi9QKOH7I/AAAAAAAACqk/Y85zZ8Hyk0M/s1600/DSC_0018-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOOITwnnIm4/TzNi9QKOH7I/AAAAAAAACqk/Y85zZ8Hyk0M/s640/DSC_0018-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707013957257928626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yM_f_6KRDL8/TzNi0yHD8EI/AAAAAAAACqY/kIWvGuHxA_E/s1600/DSC_0019-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yM_f_6KRDL8/TzNi0yHD8EI/AAAAAAAACqY/kIWvGuHxA_E/s640/DSC_0019-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707013811752661058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IGX7T8q9lk/TzNiqi9UcEI/AAAAAAAACqM/cJFQMeERqwk/s1600/DSC_0021-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IGX7T8q9lk/TzNiqi9UcEI/AAAAAAAACqM/cJFQMeERqwk/s640/DSC_0021-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707013635886575682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( I swear we have this once every two months. Go figure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sEBKGhmBT4/TzNii25I-7I/AAAAAAAACqA/OxoK_qkZFwo/s1600/DSC_0024-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sEBKGhmBT4/TzNii25I-7I/AAAAAAAACqA/OxoK_qkZFwo/s640/DSC_0024-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707013503798803378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9AwmrF1toQ/TzNiawqch8I/AAAAAAAACp0/x_kJXyvORHI/s1600/DSC_0025-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9AwmrF1toQ/TzNiawqch8I/AAAAAAAACp0/x_kJXyvORHI/s640/DSC_0025-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707013364687603650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hHD0Mlh00c/TzNiTUAdkTI/AAAAAAAACpo/covV8lhzsPA/s1600/DSC_0027-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hHD0Mlh00c/TzNiTUAdkTI/AAAAAAAACpo/covV8lhzsPA/s640/DSC_0027-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707013236736233778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32dFPUgHQJE/TzNiIW7T1nI/AAAAAAAACpc/uRaQXR_J0v4/s1600/DSC_0028-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32dFPUgHQJE/TzNiIW7T1nI/AAAAAAAACpc/uRaQXR_J0v4/s640/DSC_0028-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707013048541369970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The orange is our fireplace. Ty has found me several evening passed out from a long day warming up by the fire. She knows me for sure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRzUWOeb4UQ/TzNiB6mnF5I/AAAAAAAACpQ/XHLzNgmsnh4/s1600/DSC_0029-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRzUWOeb4UQ/TzNiB6mnF5I/AAAAAAAACpQ/XHLzNgmsnh4/s640/DSC_0029-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707012937859143570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rV3tVNF3tY/TzNh7TY6PtI/AAAAAAAACpE/xCK7WaXlcHY/s1600/DSC_0031-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rV3tVNF3tY/TzNh7TY6PtI/AAAAAAAACpE/xCK7WaXlcHY/s640/DSC_0031-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707012824253480658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUxzmr4sCnE/TzNh0p2RpyI/AAAAAAAACo4/U7ntS3FeUH4/s1600/DSC_0032-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUxzmr4sCnE/TzNh0p2RpyI/AAAAAAAACo4/U7ntS3FeUH4/s640/DSC_0032-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707012710023145250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-4034839535571205189?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4034839535571205189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=4034839535571205189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4034839535571205189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4034839535571205189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/mothers-day-tea-with-ty.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Tea with Ty'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNdhG6ng1fA/TzNjmNQZ5qI/AAAAAAAACrU/P000YQxk4bE/s72-c/IMG_1007-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3221046554028430628</id><published>2012-02-08T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:33:42.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.8.12 Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS8lgUzpjhw/TzNaoycnhqI/AAAAAAAACos/z4x_xhaM1pI/s1600/DSC_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS8lgUzpjhw/TzNaoycnhqI/AAAAAAAACos/z4x_xhaM1pI/s640/DSC_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707004809591621282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3221046554028430628?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3221046554028430628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3221046554028430628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3221046554028430628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3221046554028430628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2812-sun.html' title='2.8.12 Sun'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS8lgUzpjhw/TzNaoycnhqI/AAAAAAAACos/z4x_xhaM1pI/s72-c/DSC_0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-2708635533008707294</id><published>2012-02-07T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:25:22.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.7.12 Dinner (???)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04-YZWKaK_U/TzIHFHsB1eI/AAAAAAAACog/ACha8PRaMlo/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04-YZWKaK_U/TzIHFHsB1eI/AAAAAAAACog/ACha8PRaMlo/s640/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706631462376297954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-2708635533008707294?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2708635533008707294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=2708635533008707294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2708635533008707294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2708635533008707294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2712-dinner.html' title='2.7.12 Dinner (???)'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04-YZWKaK_U/TzIHFHsB1eI/AAAAAAAACog/ACha8PRaMlo/s72-c/IMG_1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7390522615616903883</id><published>2012-02-07T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:19:16.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.6.12 Button (Cute as a....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-lOYZnSe6Y/TzIFwNpdr1I/AAAAAAAACoU/qlPHlRfSZXA/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-lOYZnSe6Y/TzIFwNpdr1I/AAAAAAAACoU/qlPHlRfSZXA/s640/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706630003687272274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7390522615616903883?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7390522615616903883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7390522615616903883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7390522615616903883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7390522615616903883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2612-button-cute-as.html' title='2.6.12 Button (Cute as a....)'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-lOYZnSe6Y/TzIFwNpdr1I/AAAAAAAACoU/qlPHlRfSZXA/s72-c/IMG_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6213022405603439097</id><published>2012-02-07T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:17:54.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.5.12 10:00AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHLk-iJyaww/TzIFVD73t0I/AAAAAAAACoI/JJWU4HTH8Fo/s1600/IMG_0967-8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHLk-iJyaww/TzIFVD73t0I/AAAAAAAACoI/JJWU4HTH8Fo/s640/IMG_0967-8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706629537223653186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6213022405603439097?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6213022405603439097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6213022405603439097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6213022405603439097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6213022405603439097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2512-1000am.html' title='2.5.12 10:00AM'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHLk-iJyaww/TzIFVD73t0I/AAAAAAAACoI/JJWU4HTH8Fo/s72-c/IMG_0967-8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1549812871302537658</id><published>2012-02-04T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:04:34.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.4.12 A Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvSuOr_T4Tw/Ty4NxoT2SpI/AAAAAAAACn8/pDofJIBhtTo/s1600/857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvSuOr_T4Tw/Ty4NxoT2SpI/AAAAAAAACn8/pDofJIBhtTo/s640/857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705512924210416274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1549812871302537658?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1549812871302537658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1549812871302537658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1549812871302537658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1549812871302537658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2412-stranger.html' title='2.4.12 A Stranger'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvSuOr_T4Tw/Ty4NxoT2SpI/AAAAAAAACn8/pDofJIBhtTo/s72-c/857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5090199170519775029</id><published>2012-02-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T20:52:57.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.3.12 Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtFwXTlRzeg/Tyy5iO1T6UI/AAAAAAAACnw/XF5pXP7df90/s1600/DSC_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtFwXTlRzeg/Tyy5iO1T6UI/AAAAAAAACnw/XF5pXP7df90/s640/DSC_0232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705138825719966018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5090199170519775029?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5090199170519775029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5090199170519775029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5090199170519775029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5090199170519775029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2312-hands.html' title='2.3.12 Hands'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtFwXTlRzeg/Tyy5iO1T6UI/AAAAAAAACnw/XF5pXP7df90/s72-c/DSC_0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6170773233426400947</id><published>2012-02-02T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:47:47.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.2.12 Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFsyq0QjlQw/TytmzemG9II/AAAAAAAACnk/Kjpn3lAoSLE/s1600/IMG_0938-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFsyq0QjlQw/TytmzemG9II/AAAAAAAACnk/Kjpn3lAoSLE/s640/IMG_0938-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704766387567129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6170773233426400947?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6170773233426400947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6170773233426400947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6170773233426400947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6170773233426400947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2212-words.html' title='2.2.12 Words'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFsyq0QjlQw/TytmzemG9II/AAAAAAAACnk/Kjpn3lAoSLE/s72-c/IMG_0938-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-8210514313467661776</id><published>2012-02-02T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:46:08.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.1.12 My View Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ajJaV_ZZr-g/TytmBHy67AI/AAAAAAAACnY/_EhU0aCWHe4/s1600/IMG_0913-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ajJaV_ZZr-g/TytmBHy67AI/AAAAAAAACnY/_EhU0aCWHe4/s640/IMG_0913-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704765522453392386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-8210514313467661776?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8210514313467661776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=8210514313467661776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8210514313467661776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8210514313467661776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/2112-my-view-today.html' title='2.1.12 My View Today'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ajJaV_ZZr-g/TytmBHy67AI/AAAAAAAACnY/_EhU0aCWHe4/s72-c/IMG_0913-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6414987286332090959</id><published>2012-01-31T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:00:57.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Blogging is not writing. Blogging is graffiti with punctuation.”&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this blogging description! Now if only I could get some more blogging done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6414987286332090959?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6414987286332090959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6414987286332090959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6414987286332090959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6414987286332090959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging-is-not-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5449549513823549184</id><published>2012-01-29T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:11:53.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Cindy's Blog</title><content type='html'>My friend Cindy is a fabulous blogger. You can visit her blog &lt;a href="http://www.browniemom.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She has an amazing perspective on life. She has overcome one of the most devastating tragedies imaginable...the loss of her husband. A person of such outstanding character that words can't really describe the stellar man that he was. How do you overcome a loss such as this? I'm not sure. I suppose we would each deal with it in our own way. I do know that when hardships surface in my life, I think of Cindy and the strength and grace in which she has handled the knocks life has given her. Through all of this she has shared her experiences on her blog. &lt;br /&gt;Through Cindy's blog I often find myself tearing up over the thought of what is lost and cannot be. I find hope that with God's help and tender mercies anything is possible and we are not alone. I laugh a lot. Hysterically. Mostly due to the ridiculous things that her kids are often doing. Or not doing. I learn how to be a better person by the kind acts that are performed by and for Cindy's family. It truly is inspiring. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cindy. Thank you for sharing your life with me. You are always in my thoughts and prayers. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5449549513823549184?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5449549513823549184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5449549513823549184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5449549513823549184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5449549513823549184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/ode-to-cindys-blog.html' title='Ode to Cindy&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1372454642848807700</id><published>2011-09-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:41:43.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyli Tales</title><content type='html'>I use to be so good about writing down the funny things that the girls said. After all, that is one of the best parts of parenting...when our kids make us laugh. Ty has been on a roll lately! She is hilarious from one minute to the next. I had better write down some of these things that she has been doing and saying before I forget how cute she is, especially during her next tantrum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing she loves to do is write. She will write down a bunch of random letters as if she is writing a story. Then she will come and ask me what it says. Usually I make up something about how much she loves me or how I'm the best mom in the whole world. You know, true stuff! Lately she isn't buying it. She wants to know what she is REALLY writing. So I do the best I can and say the letters sounds in order they are written. After doing this the other day she exclaims, "It's Spanish! I didn't know I could write in Spanish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my stomach is getting bigger...you know, because I'm growing a person. Well sweet Tyli is good to look past that and see my positive features. The other day she told me. "Mom, you're legs are really skinny!" If I can't have a skinny stomach I'll take skinny legs! I started going on and on about how that was the nicest thing she ever said to me and thank you so much and I'll buy you whatever toy you want. You know, the usual after a much needed compliment. Unfortunately, the glee was short lived as she went on to ask..."So what is skinny anyways?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyli has just recently learned to buckle her seatbelt. She was trying to teach her friend who doesn't know how to buckle up what to do. Her friend was saying that she doesn't know how to buckle a seatbelt by herself. Ty said, "Don't worry! The Holy Ghost taught me how to buckle my seatbelt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she said, "Mom, I bess-youd all over  my dress." Huh? "I bless-youd all over my dress." I look at her dress  and see little wet spots. "Did you sneeze on your dress." Yep! That's  exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she came and informed me that her hand had passed out but not to worry because she was going to be ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, is Tyli's haircutting fiasco!! Tyli for some reason decided to give herself a haircut and the neighbor's little girl. For someone who loves her hair and a mother who loves to do beautiful long hair it was quite the tragedy! Five years of hairgrowing gone in a quick few snips. I never thought I'd live to see the day, especially from Tyli who prides herself on looking like Rapunzel. I've think we've advanced to a point where we can laugh at it (minus the five minutes every morning when I am doing her hair in the same hairdo day after day and I am always able to remind Tyli to NEVER CUT HER HAIR again.) But honestly, wouldn't you be a little heart broken too if you had this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6vpKPqqDBk/Tnj2x7h0auI/AAAAAAAACZI/cNob8hBJHwQ/s1600/DSC_0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6vpKPqqDBk/Tnj2x7h0auI/AAAAAAAACZI/cNob8hBJHwQ/s640/DSC_0983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654540669817219810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8TiMmAsPRA/Tnj4kU746yI/AAAAAAAACZQ/tk_vwNbVJzk/s1600/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8TiMmAsPRA/Tnj4kU746yI/AAAAAAAACZQ/tk_vwNbVJzk/s640/DSC_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654542635142540066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrJaRuPreP0/Tnj5QrgobPI/AAAAAAAACZY/VUkHbPgtbkg/s1600/DSC_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrJaRuPreP0/Tnj5QrgobPI/AAAAAAAACZY/VUkHbPgtbkg/s640/DSC_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654543397116472562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91CGQQMZefo/TnjryUlMRDI/AAAAAAAACZA/CPvJCjGpL6U/s1600/DSC_1056-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91CGQQMZefo/TnjryUlMRDI/AAAAAAAACZA/CPvJCjGpL6U/s640/DSC_1056-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654528581914346546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't get me wrong. LOVE the little girl. Just miss the hair. But for a four year old she sure can do the rocker's hair do like no one else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ty's funny, witty personality hasn't changed a bit! She makes me laugh every single day! I love this little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1372454642848807700?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1372454642848807700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1372454642848807700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1372454642848807700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1372454642848807700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/tyli-tales.html' title='Tyli Tales'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6vpKPqqDBk/Tnj2x7h0auI/AAAAAAAACZI/cNob8hBJHwQ/s72-c/DSC_0983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6517094715636214191</id><published>2011-07-08T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:34:45.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Cleaning Conversation</title><content type='html'>I overheard the funniest conversation of my daughter and my friends. I am sure it it one of those things that might only be funny to me, or a "had to be there" type of thing. But I'm still laughing about it so I had to write this one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have never had house cleaners.  Why would we? It's obviously such a talent for me. ;) However, I found a deal on the internet that could NOT be passed up. I scheduled the date and counted down until I might actually have a clean house. Unfortunately, we had a mix up on when the cleaners were coming and they arrived several hours before I was expecting them. My house was full of kids and toys were still covering all of the floors of the toys rooms. I enlisted Madi and her friends to help, bribing them with a snow cone when they were done. The jumped on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as they were cleaning this is the conversation that I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked Madi, "So why do you have house cleaners coming?"&lt;br /&gt;Madi responded, "Our house is just WAY too messy!"&lt;br /&gt;Macie says, "Well, my mom doesn't want to get a house cleaner because she likes to do it herself."&lt;br /&gt;Brynn says, "My mom doesn't want to get a house cleaner  because she likes to make me and my brother do everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pass the info along to the other moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that house cleaners are freaking awesome!! What takes me two days, took two hours. It was beautiful. Now, how to make that happen every month...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6517094715636214191?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6517094715636214191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6517094715636214191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6517094715636214191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6517094715636214191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-cleaning-conversation.html' title='House Cleaning Conversation'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1088979148115204161</id><published>2011-06-26T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:08:53.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy...</title><content type='html'>So I opened my kitchen drawer and realized that it looked just like a page out of an eye spy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MucqqMIlEE/TgflQAJ2voI/AAAAAAAACYw/KqIzG2IZ4oE/s1600/DSC_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MucqqMIlEE/TgflQAJ2voI/AAAAAAAACYw/KqIzG2IZ4oE/s640/DSC_0666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622714722877357698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find...&lt;br /&gt;A dominoe&lt;br /&gt;a princess&lt;br /&gt;a paintset&lt;br /&gt;a pair of scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I guess I should clean it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vo6xDGwomis/Tgflw10HnLI/AAAAAAAACY4/yxig4m8S39Y/s1600/DSC_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vo6xDGwomis/Tgflw10HnLI/AAAAAAAACY4/yxig4m8S39Y/s640/DSC_0669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622715287037516978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, if the rest of my house could be this organized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1088979148115204161?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1088979148115204161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1088979148115204161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1088979148115204161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1088979148115204161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-spy.html' title='I Spy...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MucqqMIlEE/TgflQAJ2voI/AAAAAAAACYw/KqIzG2IZ4oE/s72-c/DSC_0666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-596673831273116259</id><published>2011-05-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:59:05.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Other" Family Member</title><content type='html'>Jon and I have had pets in our past. All of which left of scarred and I'll be honest, very anti-pet. However, we had an experience that made us start considering if a pet in our family was possible. You can read about it &lt;a href="http://browniemom.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. After our Halloween "Black Cat" incident, we started thinking about getting the girls a kitten for Christmas. It was easy to keep on our minds since Tyli asked about when she was getting her dog, or her cat, five times a day. Literally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would tell people matter of factly that she was getting a dog for Christmas. I would tell her that she wasn't and she would say, "Yes I am." In such a way that left no room for argument. Normally I don't let myself get so easily bullied by a 3 going on 4 year old, but the idea of a cute little kitten was growing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did it. In hindsight we could have taken away every other present the girls got, because nothing else mattered except the kitten. Tyli and this cat had a special bond from the beginning. She held the kitten all day, and I think every day since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did have a couple of bad allergic reactions that made us nervous about our new family member, fortunately they went away so Midnight is apparently not going anywhere. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the name the girls chose, Midnight. However Tyli did go through a name changing phase. My mom loved to visit and see what the cat's name was that day. Other names given were Black Cat, "purrrr"fect, "purrr"night, Leven (I happend to be reading one of the Leven Thumps Books and she thought it might be a suitable name.), Thump Thump (Also book related), and Thump night. And those are just the ones I can remember. Each time it was a new name, if you accidentally referred to it as Midnight you would be strongly reprimanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say Tyli tortures the cat would not be lying. I've caught her dragging it around by the tail, kicking it...hard...in the stomach, burying it with toys, blankets, and towels, pushing it around in the toy shopping cart, and I even found it strapped into the toy baby stroller with a leg through each hole. For her to only come through all this with a few scratches is a testament to what a good temperament this cat has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems like Midnight would avoid this girl at all cost, she seems to be his favorite person. She is the only one who can call him in when he is outside. She'll stand at the door yelling "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" At first it was a cute sweet high pitched call. Now it is a full on yell. Yet, he almost only comes to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Madi also adores the kitty. She is just at a different phase in her life and doesn't quite have the time to dote on Midnight. However she won't leave the house in the morning without kissing him goodbye and includes him in every family illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all become a little attached and love the thing in our own little way. To see the girls so in love and see the cat so patient with them has one us over for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FfUB_lGM_4/TeMRamd6IYI/AAAAAAAACXU/caoptf2nX3Y/s1600/DSC_0194%2Bcopy%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FfUB_lGM_4/TeMRamd6IYI/AAAAAAAACXU/caoptf2nX3Y/s800/DSC_0194%2Bcopy%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612348709334032770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1I72K7p4JD0/TeMRDVZQ9dI/AAAAAAAACXM/Lj1KBaeRriY/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1I72K7p4JD0/TeMRDVZQ9dI/AAAAAAAACXM/Lj1KBaeRriY/s800/DSC_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612348309614163410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IAkFLJys94/TeMQyBd0MwI/AAAAAAAACXE/-MpkoOfSNIQ/s1600/DSC_0197crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzcgvTd671k/TeMSHZc-RXI/AAAAAAAACXk/RiKThbU8b1Q/s800/DSC_0332-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612349478934562162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw_xcEc2Fp0/TeMSt2KtUKI/AAAAAAAACYM/0XAfnYFWNMc/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw_xcEc2Fp0/TeMSt2KtUKI/AAAAAAAACYM/0XAfnYFWNMc/s800/DSC_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612350139477610658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life's not all bad for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh__ZFqJgug/TeMTCsxvS5I/AAAAAAAACYc/21RwJPG3tgw/s1600/DSC_0953%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh__ZFqJgug/TeMTCsxvS5I/AAAAAAAACYc/21RwJPG3tgw/s800/DSC_0953%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612350497734216594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv9DC4SAFrU/TeMS0pjDnJI/AAAAAAAACYU/5OVzWHEtQDs/s1600/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv9DC4SAFrU/TeMS0pjDnJI/AAAAAAAACYU/5OVzWHEtQDs/s800/DSC_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612350256349158546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All worth for these two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-596673831273116259?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/596673831273116259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=596673831273116259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/596673831273116259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/596673831273116259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-other-family-member.html' title='Our &quot;Other&quot; Family Member'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FfUB_lGM_4/TeMRamd6IYI/AAAAAAAACXU/caoptf2nX3Y/s72-c/DSC_0194%2Bcopy%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1259892320262492882</id><published>2011-03-18T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:48:06.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I LOVE kids</title><content type='html'>Tyli's self-portrait.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_fFprDTcCw/TYQH5IIPBLI/AAAAAAAACW8/uSuj11bDxFc/s1600/Ty%2BSelf%2BPortrait%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_fFprDTcCw/TYQH5IIPBLI/AAAAAAAACW8/uSuj11bDxFc/s640/Ty%2BSelf%2BPortrait%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585598115862217906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ee49hPoqq6c/TYQHv2IMmOI/AAAAAAAACW0/rcmM_eN4l5Q/s1600/Ty%2BSelf%2BPortrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ee49hPoqq6c/TYQHv2IMmOI/AAAAAAAACW0/rcmM_eN4l5Q/s640/Ty%2BSelf%2BPortrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585597956411398370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi's picture of Abraham Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fop_vDjFjEE/TYQHmAgWBOI/AAAAAAAACWs/z9fYwjYQlnA/s1600/Abraham%2BLincoln%2BPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fop_vDjFjEE/TYQHmAgWBOI/AAAAAAAACWs/z9fYwjYQlnA/s640/Abraham%2BLincoln%2BPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585597787398341858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love the writing at this age! This is one of Madi's stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uU03_pbnu8I/TYQBQd5NjFI/AAAAAAAACWk/_nDYttBG4wc/s1600/Fox%2BStory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uU03_pbnu8I/TYQBQd5NjFI/AAAAAAAACWk/_nDYttBG4wc/s640/Fox%2BStory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585590820260383826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story came home with some tears from my tenderhearted girl. Apparently Madi forgot to write her name on her paper so her teacher read it out loud for someone to recognize it. The kids laughed. Can you blame them? It's funny! But apparently it wasn't meant to be funny so keep your laughter to yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqBqjETgegY/TYQBFWMyS7I/AAAAAAAACWc/ButJq8YqttU/s1600/Hippo%2BStory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqBqjETgegY/TYQBFWMyS7I/AAAAAAAACWc/ButJq8YqttU/s640/Hippo%2BStory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585590629216439218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that Tyli had a lot to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOnUIqEbaTM/TYQA6qOQ_2I/AAAAAAAACWU/UwbG7-PTyzc/s1600/Tyli%2527s%2BTo%2BDo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOnUIqEbaTM/TYQA6qOQ_2I/AAAAAAAACWU/UwbG7-PTyzc/s640/Tyli%2527s%2BTo%2BDo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585590445612793698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1259892320262492882?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1259892320262492882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1259892320262492882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1259892320262492882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1259892320262492882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-i-love-kids.html' title='Why I LOVE kids'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_fFprDTcCw/TYQH5IIPBLI/AAAAAAAACW8/uSuj11bDxFc/s72-c/Ty%2BSelf%2BPortrait%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3213833021012741943</id><published>2011-02-15T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:43:33.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3YZfxeoK7M/TVszO2YMVJI/AAAAAAAACVc/4dSrI2NVY6o/s1600/chocolate-box-cake-03-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3YZfxeoK7M/TVszO2YMVJI/AAAAAAAACVc/4dSrI2NVY6o/s640/chocolate-box-cake-03-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574105294009291922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hw0EvWhonGY/TVs0IVhdclI/AAAAAAAACVk/2zsBjRU8Z-Q/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hw0EvWhonGY/TVs0IVhdclI/AAAAAAAACVk/2zsBjRU8Z-Q/s800/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574106281622205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRpQrRz3kbY/TVs1LsRJg8I/AAAAAAAACVs/F7AUhRDHZDw/s1600/john-elk-iii-blue-lagoon-resort-beach-weno-centre-micronesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRpQrRz3kbY/TVs1LsRJg8I/AAAAAAAACVs/F7AUhRDHZDw/s800/john-elk-iii-blue-lagoon-resort-beach-weno-centre-micronesia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574107438779040706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh, uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srkpOs0bYgs/TVs2dzP4MXI/AAAAAAAACV0/sKGgyHNWxXI/s1600/honda_pilot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srkpOs0bYgs/TVs2dzP4MXI/AAAAAAAACV0/sKGgyHNWxXI/s800/honda_pilot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574108849402032498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCx91YUJAzM/TVs28LzzE2I/AAAAAAAACV8/JPkca5OhMMI/s1600/brad-pitt-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCx91YUJAzM/TVs28LzzE2I/AAAAAAAACV8/JPkca5OhMMI/s800/brad-pitt-beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574109371391218530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what does it for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNr3mYFsgdQ/TVs-HMTzDwI/AAAAAAAACWE/y9aebJ5un_8/s1600/DSC_0644%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNr3mYFsgdQ/TVs-HMTzDwI/AAAAAAAACWE/y9aebJ5un_8/s800/DSC_0644%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574117257085390594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Babe! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HA0fcHp4bYc/TVtFmmmt3iI/AAAAAAAACWM/-WbsRSUg1EU/s1600/2.15copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HA0fcHp4bYc/TVtFmmmt3iI/AAAAAAAACWM/-WbsRSUg1EU/s640/2.15copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574125493301403170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3213833021012741943?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3213833021012741943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3213833021012741943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3213833021012741943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3213833021012741943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/stolen-blog-post.html' title='V-Day Happiness'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3YZfxeoK7M/TVszO2YMVJI/AAAAAAAACVc/4dSrI2NVY6o/s72-c/chocolate-box-cake-03-600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7141837884055402516</id><published>2011-01-21T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:03:25.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TToeemCAdDI/AAAAAAAACVQ/kVkjRuLnQAw/s1600/DSC_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TToeemCAdDI/AAAAAAAACVQ/kVkjRuLnQAw/s640/DSC_0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564793800523543602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jon and I thinking about having to return to reality tomorrow. Sniff. Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we didn't miss our girls like crazy you might never see us again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7141837884055402516?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7141837884055402516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7141837884055402516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7141837884055402516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7141837884055402516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo Hoo'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TToeemCAdDI/AAAAAAAACVQ/kVkjRuLnQAw/s72-c/DSC_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5797127998267777784</id><published>2011-01-19T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:28:55.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of what I did today...</title><content type='html'>Dos Ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTk1L7fMv_I/AAAAAAAACVI/c0Jcwnpx_k8/s1600/mozez%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTk1L7fMv_I/AAAAAAAACVI/c0Jcwnpx_k8/s640/mozez%2B024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564537293656342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjdps5U4lI/AAAAAAAACVA/munemAES99M/s1600/mozez%2B038-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjdps5U4lI/AAAAAAAACVA/munemAES99M/s640/mozez%2B038-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564441048112226898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjbh_BGxoI/AAAAAAAACU4/MIhpQAFnVjw/s1600/mozez%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjbh_BGxoI/AAAAAAAACU4/MIhpQAFnVjw/s640/mozez%2B054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564438716514485890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjY3yQfQwI/AAAAAAAACUo/-b8l14ZgJZI/s1600/mozez%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjY3yQfQwI/AAAAAAAACUo/-b8l14ZgJZI/s640/mozez%2B048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564435792511582978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjXuJKASFI/AAAAAAAACUg/TSPyPEQvdag/s1600/mozez%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjXuJKASFI/AAAAAAAACUg/TSPyPEQvdag/s640/mozez%2B050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564434527348082770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjUsZ8n9zI/AAAAAAAACUY/VpYnzyoKb1Q/s1600/mozez%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjUsZ8n9zI/AAAAAAAACUY/VpYnzyoKb1Q/s640/mozez%2B059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564431198960744242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akumal Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjSMAPtd0I/AAAAAAAACUQ/bARfbvCoW5Y/s1600/Edventure%2BTour%2BFeb%2B16%252C%2B2009%2Beduardo%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTjSMAPtd0I/AAAAAAAACUQ/bARfbvCoW5Y/s640/Edventure%2BTour%2BFeb%2B16%252C%2B2009%2Beduardo%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564428443282405186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTe6najRQyI/AAAAAAAACUI/yLEhbD6enAI/s1600/mozez%2B103-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTe6najRQyI/AAAAAAAACUI/yLEhbD6enAI/s640/mozez%2B103-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564121050944455458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTe5CiDTiNI/AAAAAAAACUA/v6v1Kbb3_IU/s1600/mozez%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTe5CiDTiNI/AAAAAAAACUA/v6v1Kbb3_IU/s640/mozez%2B095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564119317791082706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5797127998267777784?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5797127998267777784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5797127998267777784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5797127998267777784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5797127998267777784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-of-what-i-did-today.html' title='A little of what I did today...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TTk1L7fMv_I/AAAAAAAACVI/c0Jcwnpx_k8/s72-c/mozez%2B024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-468842115874986453</id><published>2011-01-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:07:58.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico Here I Come</title><content type='html'>Off to Mexico...or shall I say, the airport....in two hours. It will be worth it. It will be worth it. It will be worth it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-468842115874986453?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/468842115874986453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=468842115874986453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/468842115874986453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/468842115874986453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/mexico-here-i-com.html' title='Mexico Here I Come'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-4885595473652234008</id><published>2011-01-13T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:43:39.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in my Head Again....</title><content type='html'>It's late. I'm tired. So tired I lay my head down on the table. Suddenly flashes of highschool and college come to mind. I spent much of that time sleeping on my desk. Then I start blogging...in my head...I guess that's what I do at night. But hey, I'm right by my computer. I suppose I can rouse myself enough to type it out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the challenge about blogging is the idea that I have to portray my life as pretty perfect, almost always. And let's face it, it's not. I try to be a "glass half full" kind of gal, and I don't really want to be a Debbie Downer, but I might just include a little bit of the downs along with the ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can do that tonight since I am heading to Mexico in a day. I can't last down here long right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the biggest challenge has been getting over myself. Yes. I do stupid things. Like saying dumb things whilst in front of large groups of people. Instead of letting in roll off my back, as I'm sure they haven't thought twice about it, I obsess. I kick myself over and over, when it really wasn't a big deal. Yet I can't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other challenge has been the new "tude" my six-year-old is copping. My pretty much perfect, smart, happy, kind, helpful little girl has a dark side. I see it so rarely I don't really know how to cope. Again, back to kicking myself...over and over. Suddenly the next phase is here. I'm wondering if this is how it will be. A teenager for the next 14 year. AHHHH! I suppose I have some serious payback coming my way after what I put my mom through. What goes around comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-4885595473652234008?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4885595473652234008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=4885595473652234008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4885595473652234008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4885595473652234008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/blogging-in-my-head-again.html' title='Blogging in my Head Again....'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-8982839171589194184</id><published>2011-01-06T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:47:00.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCEPT</title><content type='html'>I came across the blog/website: &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/2010/12/one-little-word-2011.html#more-8036"&gt;http://aliedwards.com/2010/12/one-little-word-2011.html#more-8036&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little inspired. It's funny how once you learn about something you start to see it everywhere. That's the case with "One Little Word". I love the idea of choosing something, one way to change myself for the new year. I still want to keep and break all of my other resolutions, but to focus on one word....I might be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the word I've chosen is ACCEPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ACCEPT God's plan for me, even if it might not be my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ACCEPT the things that I can not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ACCEPT myself for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ACCEPT others for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ACCEPT the differences in my children and embrace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be an interesting journey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-8982839171589194184?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8982839171589194184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=8982839171589194184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8982839171589194184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8982839171589194184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/accept.html' title='ACCEPT'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3135396899717903416</id><published>2011-01-01T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:50:57.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.1.11</title><content type='html'>What? Me? Blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I do blog. All of the time! I just do it in my head, at night, before I drift off to sleep. I guess I just need a little more motivation to get what's in my head out there somewhere, for  my future self to read. And maybe my kids. I'm pretty sure that's all that reads this stuff. That's ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure this is the beginning of a failing New Year's resolution. But that is one thing that I am really good at. Starting things I don't finish. I am cursed with the 85% completion syndrome! I am really good at writing notes I don't send, wrapping presents I don't give, making treats for others that sit on my counter. I have a million projects started that I know I'll finish someday....I'm just not sure when that "someday" will be. But I've accepted who and how I am. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to change. So what I have learned is that I just need to get as much accomplished as I can while I have the steam. Unfortunately I know that at some point it will run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today is a new day. A new beginning. I guess I need to take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about the holiday that makes me sentimental. I suppose that some of it does come along with the new year. With the new year brings reflections of the past year (and years.) For the moment I am overwhelmed with the sense that time is fleeting. I look at my babies, who are 4 and 6, and wonder where time went. I suppose that it's moments like these that I feel the need to record some of what as occurred here in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll write down some of what I want to accomplish, but just know I'll probably only do 85% of it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;De-Crap my house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacation...as much as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay in a budget...while still accomplishing goal #2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be better at family night, scripture study, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Record my experiences via blogging, journals, photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least...exercise, eat better and become really skinny (Hey! It could happen!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; One thing I have learned about goals this past year is how overwhelming it can be to be faced with a whole goal all at once. By breaking that goal down into little mini-goals it seems actually feasible. It has worked. 85% of the time. JK.  Anyways. I might try it. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the new year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3135396899717903416?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3135396899717903416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3135396899717903416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3135396899717903416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3135396899717903416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1.1.11'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-4499374763832867546</id><published>2010-06-28T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:30:32.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty's First Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>Ty had been dreaming of dance....well....as long as I can remember. She has watched her sister go to dance and longed to be just like her. Finally she turned three and was old enough to go. One of the first things I did was find her a dance class. She was in heaven! She would ask to be able to go several times during the week. She had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;She did awesome at her recital. She was knew her dance and didn't even get stage fright! I loved seeing her so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TCkkEjntJ2I/AAAAAAAACRY/mWVoWDmoC5w/s1600/DSC_0432+copyweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TCkkEjntJ2I/AAAAAAAACRY/mWVoWDmoC5w/s640/DSC_0432+copyweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487957281627514722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty loved her costume! Lucky for me it was pink and girly. Everything Tyli loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TCkjan613TI/AAAAAAAACRQ/yeR3lQjLciw/s1600/DSC_0430copyweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TCkjan613TI/AAAAAAAACRQ/yeR3lQjLciw/s640/DSC_0430copyweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487956561227013426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHuiRcZIsI/AAAAAAAACSo/Da8LPAqM4P8/s1600/6.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHuiRcZIsI/AAAAAAAACSo/Da8LPAqM4P8/s640/6.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490431693306798786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHv_Pgiq8I/AAAAAAAACSw/kTTlv9gwlTw/s1600/DSC_0446-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHv_Pgiq8I/AAAAAAAACSw/kTTlv9gwlTw/s640/DSC_0446-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490433290515164098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHwX6ezohI/AAAAAAAACS4/YMoAaAPANNE/s1600/DSC_0453-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHwX6ezohI/AAAAAAAACS4/YMoAaAPANNE/s640/DSC_0453-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490433714367472146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ty's friend Aubrey. Ty loved being in the same class. They had a blast together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHwwaBAJQI/AAAAAAAACTA/B5OTbl_CfzQ/s1600/DSC_0462-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TDHwwaBAJQI/AAAAAAAACTA/B5OTbl_CfzQ/s640/DSC_0462-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490434135149257986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy gave her some flowers. Of course they had to be pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-4499374763832867546?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4499374763832867546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=4499374763832867546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4499374763832867546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4499374763832867546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/dancing-queens.html' title='Ty&apos;s First Dance Recital'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TCkkEjntJ2I/AAAAAAAACRY/mWVoWDmoC5w/s72-c/DSC_0432+copyweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7562586755688418587</id><published>2010-06-08T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:02:25.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George</title><content type='html'>Heading for St. George was a quick, spontaneous jaunt. We were in desperate need of warm sunshine, so we had to drive to find it. :)&lt;br /&gt;The only pictures you are going to see of us here are where we are swimming. That is because that is pretty much all that we did. We lived at the pool. It was just what we needed. We had the perfect, relaxing weekend. Now if I could only do that every week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7qz1CwLQI/AAAAAAAACQ4/OduCvxZRisE/s1600/DSC_0072-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7qz1CwLQI/AAAAAAAACQ4/OduCvxZRisE/s640/DSC_0072-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480575972689325314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These girls barely let Jon out of the pool or out of their grip. It was great for me, I read three books. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7ptvq__BI/AAAAAAAACQw/DyNj6KG7KhE/s1600/DSC_0067-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7ptvq__BI/AAAAAAAACQw/DyNj6KG7KhE/s640/DSC_0067-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480574768656677906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was used as a surf board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7pXkElcpI/AAAAAAAACQo/i3xwqPNjy68/s1600/DSC_0083.copyjpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7pXkElcpI/AAAAAAAACQo/i3xwqPNjy68/s640/DSC_0083.copyjpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480574387585643154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A splash pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7ocAKsuSI/AAAAAAAACQI/NTgI5NTCs7c/s1600/6.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7ocAKsuSI/AAAAAAAACQI/NTgI5NTCs7c/s640/6.22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480573364335327522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a flip maker. The girls had a blast with him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7pDNmS2xI/AAAAAAAACQg/k3TkguOqFd4/s1600/DSC_0036-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7pDNmS2xI/AAAAAAAACQg/k3TkguOqFd4/s640/DSC_0036-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480574037955631890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran into some old friends staying at the same hotel. We had a great time catching up. Kathy and I served in YW together and Ashli was one of my beehives. That makes me feel really old saying that, but she turned out pretty amazing. It was so great to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7oy-L8qcI/AAAAAAAACQY/-nKC5JIbZkg/s1600/6.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7oy-L8qcI/AAAAAAAACQY/-nKC5JIbZkg/s640/6.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480573758940686786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7ondm9npI/AAAAAAAACQQ/1zfqUfSiaIg/s1600/6.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7ondm9npI/AAAAAAAACQQ/1zfqUfSiaIg/s640/6.21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480573561217064594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love swimming and inbetween books I managed to get wet a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA8dVON4CkI/AAAAAAAACRI/MszR98Pq1Mg/s1600/DSC_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA8dVON4CkI/AAAAAAAACRI/MszR98Pq1Mg/s640/DSC_0005-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480631521963936322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Madi's new bff "pinky". It hasn't left her sight for a week. The best $15 I've ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7roZGVPjI/AAAAAAAACRA/2wMYFmhWjOo/s1600/DSC_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7roZGVPjI/AAAAAAAACRA/2wMYFmhWjOo/s640/DSC_0008-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480576875721211442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty chose a mermaid. Perfect for the pool.&lt;br /&gt;These two were definitely the envy of the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7562586755688418587?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7562586755688418587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7562586755688418587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7562586755688418587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7562586755688418587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/st-george.html' title='St. George'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/TA7qz1CwLQI/AAAAAAAACQ4/OduCvxZRisE/s72-c/DSC_0072-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7416078446586392367</id><published>2010-05-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:57:09.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog. Check!</title><content type='html'>When you haven't blogged since February, and the post that you did in  February was trying to catch up for December, well, you can get a little  overwhelmed by the idea of trying to catch up anything. I wonder where  to start. I think of all of the things I should probably be doing. Then I  start looking at photos and I get lost. Yes I get lost in all of my  millions of photos. Well, maybe not millions exactly, but A LOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  see, I like photos. I have always liked taking pictures. It was a hobby  that my dad loves and he passed that on to me. It was always a link  between the two of us. I remember helping him take pictures when I was  little. I remember when he gave me my first camera. I am sure I have  some of the pictures that were less than wonderful, but I thought they  were fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my high school photography classes. The magic  of a dark room and developing a picture. (Yes I'm old!) I remember  college photo classes and tromping around with Jon to bizarre places to  take pictures. Then this hobby got lost a little while I was busy in  school, then busy working. I was still taking pictures, you can look  through my stacks of them if you don't believe me, but I was just  capturing moments to store in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the birth of my children,  the camera was constantly going. I think I have pictures of people  taking pictures of my girls. (I know! I'm out of control!) One day I  attended a photography class and the pictures were AMAZING! I suddenly  realized what I could have, what my pictures could be! It has been a  journey since then. It still is. But I'm enjoying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been a more than a little engrossed in photography the past few months. And it's funny that I picked that topic to rant about considering the pics I chose for this post are just random photos. They just tell a little of what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the  pictures, where to start, or end, or even find the middle. I don't  know. I'll just pick a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-o7Q5T3WzI/AAAAAAAACJI/2q16PbbW-nk/s1600/DSC_0176-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-o7Q5T3WzI/AAAAAAAACJI/2q16PbbW-nk/s640/DSC_0176-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470249858842975026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some of my primary peeps. They honestly saved my life during Dec. and Jan. as Jon was MIA and I had so much to do. They rolled with my last minute stuff and helped me through the new year preparation and activity. I could seriously cry with gratitude. I doubt anyone else looking at it will cry, but it's a tear jerker to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-o7FIqhzfI/AAAAAAAACJA/RXgXxNk5f1M/s1600/IMG_3878-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-o7FIqhzfI/AAAAAAAACJA/RXgXxNk5f1M/s640/IMG_3878-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470249656806133234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say more about this. My girls adore these two people! Can you tell why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-o6ky1xT2I/AAAAAAAACI4/SBHaelkKFgk/s1600/DSC_0452+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-o6ky1xT2I/AAAAAAAACI4/SBHaelkKFgk/s640/DSC_0452+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470249101191892834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this winter was a little rough and never ending. (Even now I'm wondering, will good weather ever come?) This little girl holds my heart in her hands. Her kisses, her "I wuv you"s, her dancing, her art work, and let's be honest, her naps, they were little rays of sunshine through these long months of gray. Just when I thought I couldn't take the cold anymore, she'd snuggle up with some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-pAK4mm2II/AAAAAAAACJQ/0Htc8k6qRT8/s1600/DSC_0803+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-pAK4mm2II/AAAAAAAACJQ/0Htc8k6qRT8/s640/DSC_0803+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470255253132073090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little girl has definitely kept me busy. Music class, dance class, tumbling class, violin lessons, soccer, home-work, volunteering, not to mention the social life of a sixteen-year-old. But her smile makes my day, her love for her sister is overwhelming, and she is the best helper any mom could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to reach my arm way up, put it behind my back, and give myself a little pat. Blog. Check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7416078446586392367?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7416078446586392367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7416078446586392367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7416078446586392367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7416078446586392367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-havent-blogged-since-february.html' title='Blog. Check!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S-o7Q5T3WzI/AAAAAAAACJI/2q16PbbW-nk/s72-c/DSC_0176-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-9205264280442701742</id><published>2010-02-26T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:48:52.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Christmas day was great. We got to spend it with the Browns. Christmas is always our favorite day with them. Cindy always makes the best breakfast. We get to see all of the presents. Jon gets to play with Michael. It's just a very relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4is86H620I/AAAAAAAAB8U/lHsPlv7MbxA/s1600-h/DSC_0584-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4is86H620I/AAAAAAAAB8U/lHsPlv7MbxA/s640/DSC_0584-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442790312071846722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year Cindy had a stuffed bear made out of Steve's clothes for each of the kids. She is always amazing at thinking of the best ways to remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4islNic9wI/AAAAAAAAB8M/msd6ItO9Ix8/s1600-h/DSC_0588-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4islNic9wI/AAAAAAAAB8M/msd6ItO9Ix8/s640/DSC_0588-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442789904966547202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom crocheted these beautiful bags for each of the older girls. I always love to give the girls a home made gift. This year I cheated a little. Thanks Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4irZ3gCOQI/AAAAAAAAB8E/QFRWg7E0jrg/s1600-h/DSC_0597-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4irZ3gCOQI/AAAAAAAAB8E/QFRWg7E0jrg/s640/DSC_0597-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442788610560637186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyli got lipstick. Just don't tell her it isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4irNjBB8TI/AAAAAAAAB78/GEj1fXcXXCM/s1600-h/DSC_0606-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4irNjBB8TI/AAAAAAAAB78/GEj1fXcXXCM/s640/DSC_0606-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442788398903456050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate performed some of her beautiful violin music.&lt;br /&gt;We also spent some time with Jon's parents. It was nice and cozy. The girls always love snuggling up with a book and chasing the kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iqiVFqoBI/AAAAAAAAB7s/mCR-g9acPO8/s1600-h/IMG_3760-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iqiVFqoBI/AAAAAAAAB7s/mCR-g9acPO8/s640/IMG_3760-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442787656430428178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iqYFMvaKI/AAAAAAAAB7k/PyA8xClA4HY/s1600-h/IMG_3761-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iqYFMvaKI/AAAAAAAAB7k/PyA8xClA4HY/s640/IMG_3761-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442787480366442658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iplC8XoeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/p_qPmck-hRA/s1600-h/IMG_3764-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iplC8XoeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/p_qPmck-hRA/s640/IMG_3764-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442786603587576290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I got to snuggle with these monkeys .  It was perfectly perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iqrsxJ1tI/AAAAAAAAB70/6MszLn3ptwc/s1600-h/DSC_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4iqrsxJ1tI/AAAAAAAAB70/6MszLn3ptwc/s640/DSC_0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442787817405667026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4ipTgae7sI/AAAAAAAAB7U/sQUgwwGYpjA/s1600-h/DSC_0625-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4ipTgae7sI/AAAAAAAAB7U/sQUgwwGYpjA/s640/DSC_0625-6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442786302260866754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4io94MrvZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/jGJovU5HNYc/s1600-h/DSC_0627-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4io94MrvZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/jGJovU5HNYc/s640/DSC_0627-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442785930688314770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-9205264280442701742?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9205264280442701742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=9205264280442701742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/9205264280442701742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/9205264280442701742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S4is86H620I/AAAAAAAAB8U/lHsPlv7MbxA/s72-c/DSC_0584-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-2766422816183561002</id><published>2010-01-20T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:55:50.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>This year we decorated our tree a little differently. I loved how it turned out. I know that I have a sweet little humble family room, but all decorated for Christmas it made me happy! On Christmas Eve Jon bring it down by the fire so we can celebrate Christmas morning by it. I liked it there so much I think next year we'll need to trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fZNf1ZxZI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5ChEjaAIIbw/s1600-h/DSC_0532-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fZNf1ZxZI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5ChEjaAIIbw/s640/DSC_0532-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429046701725435282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were so excited. Tyli kept asking where Santa was. We had kept telling her that Santa was coming. Of course she was disappointed! She was planning on seeing him! Luckily she had all of her presents to distract her. The both got what they wanted. Ty had been asking for a Snow White dress and Madi wanted a Didj. Nothing like getting just what you wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fZDTqcOPI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lp3ORs_rP60/s1600-h/IMG_3743-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fZDTqcOPI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lp3ORs_rP60/s640/IMG_3743-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429046526659541234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fYEgPlVdI/AAAAAAAAB0E/TDUYoi2ZdPU/s1600-h/DSC_0560-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fYEgPlVdI/AAAAAAAAB0E/TDUYoi2ZdPU/s640/DSC_0560-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045447704794578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fc4OxXd0I/AAAAAAAAB0k/kbwqLtsnsWY/s1600-h/DSC_0562-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fc4OxXd0I/AAAAAAAAB0k/kbwqLtsnsWY/s640/DSC_0562-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429050734414362434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fX5OMa0DI/AAAAAAAABz8/5Kq0vFxKyCU/s1600-h/DSC_0556-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fX5OMa0DI/AAAAAAAABz8/5Kq0vFxKyCU/s640/DSC_0556-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429045253881122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fXkZUlJoI/AAAAAAAABz0/avB-e-FZ0os/s1600-h/12.291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fXkZUlJoI/AAAAAAAABz0/avB-e-FZ0os/s640/12.291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429044896090891906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fXLjQRMlI/AAAAAAAABzs/YixkjOX7SDM/s1600-h/DSC_0570-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fXLjQRMlI/AAAAAAAABzs/YixkjOX7SDM/s640/DSC_0570-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429044469260431954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fcS-YOOsI/AAAAAAAAB0c/xCZDvgx9QiY/s1600-h/IMG_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fcS-YOOsI/AAAAAAAAB0c/xCZDvgx9QiY/s640/IMG_3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429050094358772418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-2766422816183561002?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2766422816183561002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=2766422816183561002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2766422816183561002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2766422816183561002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1fZNf1ZxZI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5ChEjaAIIbw/s72-c/DSC_0532-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-8339315077910737306</id><published>2010-01-20T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:54:06.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve '09</title><content type='html'>Every Christmas eve we visit the lights. It might be cold, but we love it. Then we come back to grandma's for a treasure hunt to look for our Christmas jammies and open cousin presents. This year we were accompanied by tired Jodi drama, but everyone was happy (namely me) my the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KcTHsTfuI/AAAAAAAABzE/xBfxK6ierHE/s1600-h/IMG_3719-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KcTHsTfuI/AAAAAAAABzE/xBfxK6ierHE/s640/IMG_3719-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427572353231191778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1Kb_94F9VI/AAAAAAAABy8/AkAsU5jMbho/s1600-h/IMG_3722-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1Kb_94F9VI/AAAAAAAABy8/AkAsU5jMbho/s640/IMG_3722-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427572024178767186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KbzCmRSlI/AAAAAAAABy0/A918jpT3iE0/s1600-h/IMG_3727-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KaSTxIh4I/AAAAAAAAByc/t4jqrXWlmFE/s640/IMG_3733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427570140269545346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KZ8QtEDpI/AAAAAAAAByU/IuhyTXQuVnk/s1600-h/IMG_3738-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KZ8QtEDpI/AAAAAAAAByU/IuhyTXQuVnk/s640/IMG_3738-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427569761490046610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-8339315077910737306?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8339315077910737306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=8339315077910737306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8339315077910737306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8339315077910737306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-eve-09.html' title='Christmas Eve &apos;09'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KcTHsTfuI/AAAAAAAABzE/xBfxK6ierHE/s72-c/IMG_3719-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7799315325462680533</id><published>2010-01-20T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:13:07.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Santa and his Reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On Christmas Eve day the girls and I were busy making preparations for Santa and his reindeer. We decorated cookies and put some water and food outside for the reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KVUF8G2yI/AAAAAAAABxE/rmhQtKoIkN8/s1600-h/DSC_0493-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KVUF8G2yI/AAAAAAAABxE/rmhQtKoIkN8/s640/DSC_0493-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427564673359076130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KVF1EPDPI/AAAAAAAABw8/0d97c4lvYjA/s1600-h/DSC_0490-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KVF1EPDPI/AAAAAAAABw8/0d97c4lvYjA/s640/DSC_0490-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427564428311596274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KU773_nYI/AAAAAAAABw0/s6-bPlDetSk/s1600-h/DSC_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KYVCiH-OI/AAAAAAAABxc/F2SwMZMR4GU/s640/DSC_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427567988159543522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KYJILn0EI/AAAAAAAABxU/CngyKe1YxDE/s1600-h/DSC_0523-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KYJILn0EI/AAAAAAAABxU/CngyKe1YxDE/s640/DSC_0523-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427567783517343810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7799315325462680533?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7799315325462680533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7799315325462680533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7799315325462680533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7799315325462680533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-ready-for-santa-and-his.html' title='Getting Ready for Santa and his Reindeer'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KVUF8G2yI/AAAAAAAABxE/rmhQtKoIkN8/s72-c/DSC_0493-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6100792531065355051</id><published>2010-01-16T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:56:10.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year didn't seem very Christmassy. I don't know why, but I just found it difficult to get into the spirit very much. I found myself humming the song "Where are you Christmas? Why can't I find you?" more than any other carol. Maybe it was because Jon was working like crazy and I never saw him. Maybe because I was so overwhelmed with primary stuff that it was hard to make room for other things. I don't know the reason, but it just didn't really seem the same this year. Despite my scrouge attitude, the girls had a wonderful time and when it came down to the actual holiday, we got to be together and that was the best present of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's family party helped a little.  We had a "Bethlehem" theme. We wore costumes (at least everyone else did), had a special program, and had dinner picnic style on the floor. It was really fun visiting with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KR39TCBDI/AAAAAAAABwU/9b3aKOJgsvw/s1600-h/IMG_3714-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KR39TCBDI/AAAAAAAABwU/9b3aKOJgsvw/s640/IMG_3714-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427560891468088370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KRsFK0aiI/AAAAAAAABwM/zCU5twV2e8k/s1600-h/IMG_3712-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KRsFK0aiI/AAAAAAAABwM/zCU5twV2e8k/s640/IMG_3712-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427560687422695970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KRNh25o-I/AAAAAAAABwE/sQ19ppH4XVI/s1600-h/IMG_3713-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KRNh25o-I/AAAAAAAABwE/sQ19ppH4XVI/s640/IMG_3713-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427560162547835874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KRBZkLqTI/AAAAAAAABv8/cGdA3j4_YJ4/s1600-h/IMG_3717-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KRBZkLqTI/AAAAAAAABv8/cGdA3j4_YJ4/s640/IMG_3717-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427559954163411250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon was so exhausted that he seriously feel asleep in the middle of the floor in the middle of the party. He is zonked out!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6100792531065355051?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6100792531065355051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6100792531065355051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6100792531065355051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6100792531065355051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-year-didnt-seem-very-christmassy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S1KR39TCBDI/AAAAAAAABwU/9b3aKOJgsvw/s72-c/IMG_3714-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-4072157973076609668</id><published>2010-01-14T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:05:37.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabberts Together Forever</title><content type='html'>Scott and Jen finally got to be sealed to their baby in the temple. What a sweet special experience! It's just one of those times that you really can't recall what was said, but you just remember how you felt. I love seeing entire families together in the temple. What a small taste of what heaven will be like.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to snap a few pictures after the sealing. (See photo blog for more pictures.) I just love seeing the joy that Scott and Jen have whenever they are with their sweet little baby. It makes me happy to see them like this.&lt;br /&gt;After, they held the blessing at Jen's parents house. What an amazing thing to see this baby surrounded by so many people who love and adore her. I can see that she really is the star on both sides of the family. Who can resist such an adorable baby?&lt;br /&gt;Jen had notes for people to write to the birth mom. I thought that was so nice! I am so grateful to this amazing person who made it possible for Scott and Jen to have this person in their lives. I can see that they really are different people because of this experience. Their happiness is contagious. I feel blessed as well to know she will be a part of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_zIZEmj9I/AAAAAAAABus/q3dw4GZiZqc/s1600-h/DSC_0399-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_zIZEmj9I/AAAAAAAABus/q3dw4GZiZqc/s640/DSC_0399-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426823401499430866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_xecbS30I/AAAAAAAABuk/DeOX81_-Uuk/s1600-h/DSC_0247-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_xecbS30I/AAAAAAAABuk/DeOX81_-Uuk/s640/DSC_0247-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426821581333782338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_xCx3fRXI/AAAAAAAABuc/PmnS5zbTkEg/s1600-h/DSC_0209-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_xCx3fRXI/AAAAAAAABuc/PmnS5zbTkEg/s640/DSC_0209-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426821106052842866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_wltGi8uI/AAAAAAAABuU/j4uCDdLqOnk/s1600-h/DSC_0188-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_wltGi8uI/AAAAAAAABuU/j4uCDdLqOnk/s640/DSC_0188-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426820606557614818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_28beNwBI/AAAAAAAABvE/LZfwkrx4Vik/s1600-h/DSC_0471-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_28beNwBI/AAAAAAAABvE/LZfwkrx4Vik/s640/DSC_0471-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426827594031808530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_2oPUKqAI/AAAAAAAABu8/ox8ixHHbkU0/s1600-h/DSC_0464-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_2oPUKqAI/AAAAAAAABu8/ox8ixHHbkU0/s640/DSC_0464-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426827247171053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_2TmndLTI/AAAAAAAABu0/35XXkCAX9ow/s1600-h/DSC_0431-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_2TmndLTI/AAAAAAAABu0/35XXkCAX9ow/s640/DSC_0431-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426826892648721714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-4072157973076609668?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4072157973076609668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=4072157973076609668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4072157973076609668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4072157973076609668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/gabberts-together-forever.html' title='Gabberts Together Forever'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/S0_zIZEmj9I/AAAAAAAABus/q3dw4GZiZqc/s72-c/DSC_0399-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-8689303032909201358</id><published>2010-01-04T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:15:01.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I haven't posted these pictures. That's what Thanksgiving day was, a day of pictures.  I was just having so much fun taking pictures of my family. They were good sports and gave me lots of practice. We had a yummy dinner made by my mom and a relaxing afternoon. 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turned three I had planned an elaborate Dora birthday party, so as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyli's&lt;/span&gt; birthday approached I figured it would be pretty easy to throw her the same birthday party, especially considering I had the party all planned. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; loves Dora so she was excited about the party. I told her that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Swiper&lt;/span&gt; would be coming to her party. She was so excited and her Dora party quickly turned into a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vipo&lt;/span&gt;" party. If anyone asked she would tell them all about her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vipo&lt;/span&gt;" party.&lt;br /&gt;She invited all of her friends and we had an awesome Dora/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Swiper&lt;/span&gt; adventure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Swiper&lt;/span&gt; stole the key to our treasure and hid it in Balloon Alley. We had to find our maps in our backpack to find out where to go. We then had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Crocodile&lt;/span&gt; lake where we had to help Boots find his boot (aka pin the boot on boots.) Then we went to Hay Hill where we got to find all of the hidden candy, then we went to balloon alley to hunt for the hidden key in all of the balloons. We found it and were able to open the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to have cake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;swiper&lt;/span&gt; had stolen the cake! All we had was a picture of him with the cake. The kids had to hunt him down so he could tell them where the real cake was. Then they all made friends with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Swiper&lt;/span&gt;. He joined us for presents, cake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; and a few games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; LOVED it! She couldn't stop talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Swiper&lt;/span&gt; and her adventure. Whenever we had to go anywhere (even downstairs) she would say "Wait! I have to check my map!" Then she would pull out her map and check it for where we should go. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvMT43czCI/AAAAAAAABoo/D1UdDnSe3OQ/s640/IMG_3663-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421151218525064226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvJpZxGYWI/AAAAAAAABog/NXRKOOcP1dQ/s1600-h/IMG_3654-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvJpZxGYWI/AAAAAAAABog/NXRKOOcP1dQ/s640/IMG_3654-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421148289599168866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvIok6rHtI/AAAAAAAABoY/jMOxXwRldq4/s1600-h/12.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvIok6rHtI/AAAAAAAABoY/jMOxXwRldq4/s640/12.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421147175900618450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other birthday pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvXIQhca3I/AAAAAAAABpg/vO8kTXd58Q4/s1600-h/IMG_3704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvXIQhca3I/AAAAAAAABpg/vO8kTXd58Q4/s640/IMG_3704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421163113344691058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvTtAkONtI/AAAAAAAABpQ/nQF4WAsYO1w/s1600-h/DSC_0174-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvTtAkONtI/AAAAAAAABpQ/nQF4WAsYO1w/s640/DSC_0174-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421159346670024402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvQrPzBh7I/AAAAAAAABpI/7wH_84eolDc/s1600-h/DSC_0166-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SzvQrPzBh7I/AAAAAAAABpI/7wH_84eolDc/s640/DSC_0166-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421156017864017842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to hear about Ty's bday party in her own words here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLb7YnNGIEI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLb7YnNGIEI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-203031590063303942?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/203031590063303942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=203031590063303942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/203031590063303942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/203031590063303942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/swiper-no-swiping.html' title='Swiper, No Swiping!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Szp6d5vXXfI/AAAAAAAABjY/YszXslKeD4k/s72-c/DSC_0125-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5005485057634256577</id><published>2009-12-11T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:50:54.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty Ty's birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my baby's birthday. I am pretty sure it is taboo to be called a baby at age 3, but those are the rights of a mom for her youngest child. I have seriously been emotional about this approaching birthday. Is it normal to get more depressed over your children's birthdays than your own? For me, birthdays are a fun day. You get presents and get to do fun things. I don't really have that sense of "one year older" for myself. Yet, for my children, I feel the time passing too quickly. I remember so fondly holding them for hours as infants, feeding them their first solids, watching them learn to crawl and walk, reading with them for hours. So many memories that I remember as if it was yesterday. But it's today and Tyli is growing and changing right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I snuggled her up in her blanket and held her like a baby. Ok, I admit it, I do this almost every day before her nap. We pretend (at least I do and Ty is good to humor me) that she is still a baby and we snuggle close for a few precious moments. The moment passes and then I have Ty assuring the that "I not a baby! I a big gorl!" Usually I am leaving the room with both of us giggling, but this week I could have broken down in sobs every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyli and I are definitely too much alike for our own good, sometime this causes us to clash. But lately I just LOVE this little girl. I love her giggle, I love way she talks, I love how she reads to herself for an hour a day, I love dancing with her, I love snuggling with her, I love how she misses me when I am gone and gets really excited to see me when I get home, I love her hugs, I love her passion for Cinderalla, I love her adoration for her "sis-o", I love how she asks where her dad is each day...well, I could probably go on forever. I just really can't imagine my life without this little person in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Ty's favorite...&lt;br /&gt;Movie- Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;Princess- Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;Costume- Cinderella (You get the picture!)&lt;br /&gt;Food- kids yogurts (she eats 3 a day)&lt;br /&gt;Book-Princess handbook&lt;br /&gt;Color- Pink&lt;br /&gt;Thing- Lipstick (I bribe her with this every morning so she will let me do her hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's obvious! This little girl thinks she is a princess, and to us she is! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SyMo-OjxU6I/AAAAAAAABgg/B01oT_E1lto/s640/DSC_0311-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414216226554598306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SyMpXy9h40I/AAAAAAAABgo/IxTiWGv_UdM/s1600-h/DSC_0640-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SyMpXy9h40I/AAAAAAAABgo/IxTiWGv_UdM/s640/DSC_0640-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414216665823044418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5005485057634256577?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5005485057634256577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5005485057634256577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5005485057634256577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5005485057634256577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/ty-tys-birthday.html' title='Ty Ty&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SyMp2OvK-GI/AAAAAAAABg4/dQXF3ocWZ5g/s72-c/%23+%2895%29ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7125573765262922152</id><published>2009-11-24T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:50:02.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE Thanksgiving. There is something amazing about taking the time to stop and think of all of the things in your life that you have that are good. There is also something about taking the things that don't seem good and trying to make them seem good.  This is one of my favorite Thanksgiving poems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am Thankful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The mess to clean up after a party because it means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been surrounded by friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The taxes I pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means I am employed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The clothes that fit a little too snug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means I have enough to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;gutters that need fixing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means I have a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All the complaining I hear about our government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means we have freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A parking spot at the far end of the parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means I am capable of walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My huge heating bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means I am warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The lady behind me at church who sings off key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means I can hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The piles of laundry and ironing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means my loved ones are nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means I have been productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it means that I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May Gratitude fill you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the love fill your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;g!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7125573765262922152?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7125573765262922152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7125573765262922152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7125573765262922152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7125573765262922152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful For....'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6516259052446425324</id><published>2009-11-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:41:59.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's Babies</title><content type='html'>Photography has always been a love for me, but I have so much to learn. Luckily I have kind, patient friends that are willing to give me a chance. This week I had two of those. (Thanks friends!) Laura's babies were so cute! I have to admit it was hard to put them down because I just wanted to snuggle them. Even now my arms are missing them a little. They were so adorable and even cooperated through all of my lighting experiments. Here are some of our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7ZV9U8RII/AAAAAAAABCs/oA6wSArR0Rs/s1600-h/DSC_0380-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7ZV9U8RII/AAAAAAAABCs/oA6wSArR0Rs/s640/DSC_0380-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403995574154052738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7ccax-g6I/AAAAAAAABDU/DTx8l68UaX8/s1600-h/DSC_0280-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7ccax-g6I/AAAAAAAABDU/DTx8l68UaX8/s640/DSC_0280-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403998983674561442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7cHWTNQII/AAAAAAAABDM/-HwpKvsr0lA/s1600-h/DSC_0311-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7cHWTNQII/AAAAAAAABDM/-HwpKvsr0lA/s640/DSC_0311-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403998621694509186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7djfpyXMI/AAAAAAAABDc/mxNMAJJqpw8/s1600-h/DSC_0342-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7djfpyXMI/AAAAAAAABDc/mxNMAJJqpw8/s640/DSC_0342-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404000204753099970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7berBSaKI/AAAAAAAABDE/drJGn7JUcMA/s1600-h/DSC_0359-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7berBSaKI/AAAAAAAABDE/drJGn7JUcMA/s640/DSC_0359-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403997922881857698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7Z1JnlzsI/AAAAAAAABC0/O6qAxFMDf4E/s1600-h/DSC_0534-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7Z1JnlzsI/AAAAAAAABC0/O6qAxFMDf4E/s640/DSC_0534-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403996110029442754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7Y0QGKFdI/AAAAAAAABCk/s9XRuYH9DvY/s1600-h/DSC_0587-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7Y0QGKFdI/AAAAAAAABCk/s9XRuYH9DvY/s640/DSC_0587-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403994995076765138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6516259052446425324?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6516259052446425324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6516259052446425324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6516259052446425324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6516259052446425324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/lauras-babies.html' title='Laura&apos;s Babies'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sv7ZV9U8RII/AAAAAAAABCs/oA6wSArR0Rs/s72-c/DSC_0380-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-776260100886713850</id><published>2009-11-11T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:12:01.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seeleys</title><content type='html'>Who wouldn't want to spend an afternoon hanging out with some of the coolest people in the world. Seriously. Aren't they a picture perfect family? I love my Sillies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0011-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0011-2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0038-3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0038-3-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0100-2-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0100-2-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0099-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0099-2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0057-2-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0057-2-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-776260100886713850?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/776260100886713850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=776260100886713850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/776260100886713850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/776260100886713850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/sillies.html' title='The Seeleys'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6397377861362409123</id><published>2009-10-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:09:10.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Faces</title><content type='html'>During church we are always looking for ways to keep the girls busy. One day Jon started tracing their hands and then drawing funny faces in them. Hence, the "Hand Faces" were born. I have to say that they have drawn some very creative things. Since then, Madi and Tyli have been drawing them all of the time. Tyli loves to draw her very own hand faces. I find them in all sorts of random places. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYe2S74Q5I/AAAAAAAAA_U/FKTFrsM89TU/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397035121594876818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHYDzcVXI/AAAAAAAAA80/wqRREpF71Lk/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHYDzcVXI/AAAAAAAAA80/wqRREpF71Lk/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009313369445746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHNB8axfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/PxYjjXQ7krc/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHNB8axfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/PxYjjXQ7krc/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009123891660274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHE6LJO2I/AAAAAAAAA8k/SYzNRLgEogM/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHE6LJO2I/AAAAAAAAA8k/SYzNRLgEogM/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397008984366988130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYG-OZRRPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/uIucAcNTK3c/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYG-OZRRPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/uIucAcNTK3c/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397008869535859954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYGzS-M_VI/AAAAAAAAA8M/xZL0JpfeRUc/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYGzS-M_VI/AAAAAAAAA8M/xZL0JpfeRUc/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397008681785949522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYGutCIwKI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xWNH5yS1EZg/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYGutCIwKI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xWNH5yS1EZg/s400/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397008602882424994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYDO5EIe2I/AAAAAAAAA78/2pKBq_sIGmE/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYDO5EIe2I/AAAAAAAAA78/2pKBq_sIGmE/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397004757821324130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYC5MatNdI/AAAAAAAAA70/yucKFbhsH2s/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYC5MatNdI/AAAAAAAAA70/yucKFbhsH2s/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397004385059157458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYCXQB4eaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/4bz3APf96W4/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYCXQB4eaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/4bz3APf96W4/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397003801913227682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYCIa7gQjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/0lpgBS3B_5s/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYCIa7gQjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/0lpgBS3B_5s/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397003547141227058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of Madi's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYeMQDJrvI/AAAAAAAAA_E/c-8ErFteMqw/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYeMQDJrvI/AAAAAAAAA_E/c-8ErFteMqw/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034399265566450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYeH3QBfbI/AAAAAAAAA-8/886JYKlvd6o/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYeH3QBfbI/AAAAAAAAA-8/886JYKlvd6o/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034323889192370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYeAcg_nTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/AsiFISuUYHU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYeAcg_nTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/AsiFISuUYHU/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034196453530930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHhQ_z9nI/AAAAAAAAA88/RX_tvqhHdYE/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHhQ_z9nI/AAAAAAAAA88/RX_tvqhHdYE/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009471529809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHyA8CZcI/AAAAAAAAA9M/EHGc8XrvqFs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYHyA8CZcI/AAAAAAAAA9M/EHGc8XrvqFs/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009759276787138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYH6SAC4eI/AAAAAAAAA9U/NlIisTPqkuc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYH6SAC4eI/AAAAAAAAA9U/NlIisTPqkuc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009901295952354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIB_Zg4eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/hOOoL0xi4q0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIB_Zg4eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/hOOoL0xi4q0/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397010033741455842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYII4LRxmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/hOyhwY10CR8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYII4LRxmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/hOyhwY10CR8/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397010152061781602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIP0NqXKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Kutb7bcnv64/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIP0NqXKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Kutb7bcnv64/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397010271257124002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of Tyli's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIZIjf3bI/AAAAAAAAA90/RpZGkiSz020/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIZIjf3bI/AAAAAAAAA90/RpZGkiSz020/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397010431336242610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIfkxws0I/AAAAAAAAA98/OJOsr7FaT3k/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYIfkxws0I/AAAAAAAAA98/OJOsr7FaT3k/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397010541991473986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdRaHEkaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/cn4GQ_FcoL0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdRaHEkaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/cn4GQ_FcoL0/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033388354081186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdZQAo59I/AAAAAAAAA-M/gx5AX-LPGBQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdZQAo59I/AAAAAAAAA-M/gx5AX-LPGBQ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033523081701330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdt_WOqFI/AAAAAAAAA-s/DxsFcFximUk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdt_WOqFI/AAAAAAAAA-s/DxsFcFximUk/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033879386105938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdmjNMzUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NbP17yyoJjw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdmjNMzUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NbP17yyoJjw/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033751572958530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdjIAqUoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/779y_6GgeRI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdjIAqUoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/779y_6GgeRI/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033692733002370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdf8pJu7I/AAAAAAAAA-U/wmORBM2un0E/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYdf8pJu7I/AAAAAAAAA-U/wmORBM2un0E/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033638142000050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some collages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgN60XOVI/AAAAAAAAA_8/IlKFYpEzaDU/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgN60XOVI/AAAAAAAAA_8/IlKFYpEzaDU/s400/37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036626949388626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgCZli1WI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RXYK4giLwSY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgCZli1WI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RXYK4giLwSY/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036429050303842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYf79VJnwI/AAAAAAAAA_s/m7P1xNfKPeg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYf79VJnwI/AAAAAAAAA_s/m7P1xNfKPeg/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036318386134786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hand related, but cute all the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgjn2zQLI/AAAAAAAABAU/BC71H3Nevbg/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgjn2zQLI/AAAAAAAABAU/BC71H3Nevbg/s400/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036999816462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgfErhDQI/AAAAAAAABAM/KkNMw3p3dW8/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgfErhDQI/AAAAAAAABAM/KkNMw3p3dW8/s400/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036921654414594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYgQ-MChzI/AAAAAAAABAE/qEJF1WRdyzY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="" style="display: block;" 0px="" auto="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6397377861362409123?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6397377861362409123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6397377861362409123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6397377861362409123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6397377861362409123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/hand-faces.html' title='Hand Faces'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SuYfDgwuBTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/M89_glggT8o/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3825013698279641795</id><published>2009-10-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:04:53.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not to Blog</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like my life is on fast forward, literally!! Especially lately I feel it. I look at my children and wonder how they got so big. I see old students and barely recognize them because they have become amazing young men and women. Or even old preschool students who are well into their elementary school years. I just don't understand how they have all grown so much. After all, I haven't aged a bit! ;) &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have so many things on my plate that I can only perform half of what I'd like because I can never complete something totally until I have to move onto the next thing. I just don't know how to squeeze all of the things in my day that need to be done.  How do I spend quality time with my children, husband, family, friends, clean and organize my house, perform my church calling, act on all of the thoughts of kindness that come to mind,  prepare for and teach preschool, exercise, plan, shop, and prepare healthy meals, make time for spiritual preparation, blog, email, facebook and most importantly play. :) No really, what is the secret? How do people do it?&lt;br /&gt;I find lately that I get so totally overwhelmed by my "to do" list, that I am very unproductive. It's like so much is hanging over me that I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;So that brings me to my post title..."To Blog or not to blog". Obviously I am not very good at it. I have seriously considered doing away with blogging. One more thing not to be hanging over my head or feel guilty about. Especially where I am not very good at it in the first place.  But I've concluded that I must blog. One, I really do like doing it. Writing can be very therapeutic. Second, it makes me sad to think of not recording those special moments or the funny things that my kids say and do. Yep! I will continue to blog when possible and hopefully when I blink my eyes and another ten years have passed I'll look back at what I've recorded and enjoy all of the things that occurred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3825013698279641795?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3825013698279641795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3825013698279641795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3825013698279641795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3825013698279641795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not to Blog'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3566674725876551196</id><published>2009-09-06T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:54:42.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing With My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad is a hobby collector. He's always into something new. Growing up I remember things like photography, golfing, jewelry making, rock collecting, music collections and the list could go on. But the one constant is fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad is true fisherman.  The "I'd rather be fly fishing" statement that surrounds his license plate says it all. I have so many fond memories fishing with my dad. Many of our family vacations were planned around dad's fishing trips. I remember camping in the middle of nowhere in bug infested places all for the sake of catching a few fish. Luckily, I like camping and I don't really mind bugs so I always had a good time. My poor sister Jeri on the other hand was tortured several times as she is not the outdoor enthusiast that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all remember fondly the trip to "lost lake" because we really got lost trying to find it. We followed a dirt road forever in search of this little lake because my dad heard that the fish were biting. We had to run several cows off of the road at different intervals just so we could continue on our way. Even they didn't want us to find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of my memories involve me entertaining myself while my dad was busy trying coax the fish to his line.  I recall throwing a stick out into the water for a dog to fetch over and over. I loved animals and this dog and I were instantly best friends. I remember my mom's homemade zucchini bread covered in frosting and snuggling up to her in her crocheted sweater that she always wore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My sisters and I kept ourselves entertained by throwing rocks into the lake. The ripples in the water predicted the weather for the upcoming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  We would explore in and around the lake for special treasure we could take home. Special rocks, pieces of weather worn wood, or other miscellaneous prizes would find their way into our pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; During ice fishing season we found the best hills to sled down. We shoveled the snow off of the ice to make our personal ice skating rink. We mastered the use of the ice agar to drill a hole through 2 feet of ice. I think we may have caught a fish here or there but more than anything we just liked being with dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even as I recall these experiences the memories flow together as if to make one long fishing trip. Even the smell of fish reminds me of the long drive home after a day spent at the lake. The smell of fish permeated the car the entire ride back. A strangely successful feeling, as if all the hectic incidents were worth it. I look back now and realize that these trips were our family glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These experiences are a part of who I am and I would love my girls to share some of these moments as well. I would love for them to have this special bond with grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandpa has bought them their first fishing poles. (Pink of course.) Now we've had our first trip to the fish farm where they've each learned the thrill of reeling in their own fish. I am happy to report that they had no qualms about handling the flailing animals. Ok, well I don't think they actually touched the fish, but they didn't scream as they brought them out of the water which I take as a good sign!&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a fabulous day with grandpa and the cousins. Hopefully we'll have many a more fishing trips in our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWEjNS6a5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/cKuWTOY0xB4/s1600-h/fishingwithdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWEjNS6a5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/cKuWTOY0xB4/s400/fishingwithdad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378851070363200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWEaLK-enI/AAAAAAAAA5c/z4R5d6TLDxk/s1600-h/fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWEaLK-enI/AAAAAAAAA5c/z4R5d6TLDxk/s400/fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378850915174218354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the many fishing trips taken with my dad as a young girl. I know you appreciate the color scheme used in my outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWE1SK7ADI/AAAAAAAAA5s/OQHHGMgyN5A/s1600-h/DSC_0199-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWE1SK7ADI/AAAAAAAAA5s/OQHHGMgyN5A/s400/DSC_0199-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378851380909506610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWFU-2wg_I/AAAAAAAAA50/88rER7V--z0/s1600-h/DSC_0230-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWFU-2wg_I/AAAAAAAAA50/88rER7V--z0/s400/DSC_0230-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378851925480473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWHgODw-HI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ocJNx6yrXG8/s1600-h/DSC_0242-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWHgODw-HI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ocJNx6yrXG8/s400/DSC_0242-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378854317563377778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWISoBgAXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/USBV3HIjg1k/s1600-h/DSC_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWISoBgAXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/USBV3HIjg1k/s400/DSC_0215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378855183526658418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWKoyV9pbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tTwqGRhHHBk/s1600-h/DSC_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWKoyV9pbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tTwqGRhHHBk/s400/DSC_0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378857763277219250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWO1TbOhRI/AAAAAAAAA60/kq7Q3_cRLos/s1600-h/DSC_0239-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWO1TbOhRI/AAAAAAAAA60/kq7Q3_cRLos/s400/DSC_0239-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378862376362607890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madi's first catch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWQuS8gZbI/AAAAAAAAA68/eNjx_N_1NCE/s1600-h/DSC_0257-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWQuS8gZbI/AAAAAAAAA68/eNjx_N_1NCE/s400/DSC_0257-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378864454997927346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does Ty's hand touching the pole as Jon reeled it in count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWSkSWIE_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/wf5LVnwk8qU/s1600-h/DSC_0297-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWSkSWIE_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/wf5LVnwk8qU/s400/DSC_0297-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378866482061513714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandpa is bribing Tyli with a quarter to buy a treat if she'll take this pictures with him. She agreed, but on her terms...absolutely NO smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqXN4LMy_vI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LxH-8m6vzXU/s1600-h/DSC_0262-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqXN4LMy_vI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LxH-8m6vzXU/s400/DSC_0262-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378931694926757618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqXOi7_A3kI/AAAAAAAAA7c/LFPMZ_2e5JM/s1600-h/DSC_0293-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqXOi7_A3kI/AAAAAAAAA7c/LFPMZ_2e5JM/s400/DSC_0293-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378932429576789570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A very successful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Collages1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/Collages1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though this trip was about fishing with grandpa, the girls couldn't have had more fun with their own dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3566674725876551196?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3566674725876551196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3566674725876551196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3566674725876551196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3566674725876551196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/fishing-with-grandap.html' title='Fishing With My Dad'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SqWEjNS6a5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/cKuWTOY0xB4/s72-c/fishingwithdad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7469755208516722171</id><published>2009-08-28T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:39:12.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cambree</title><content type='html'>What can I say? I am totally an amateur photographer. What better subject to practice on than my brand new baby niece? I definitely have a lot to learn, but we had fun all the same. Fortunately I was able to shuffle through all of the photos to find a couple keepers. It doesn't hurt that she is totally adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0166-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0166-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0126-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0126-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0065-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0065-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0080-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0080-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0091-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0091-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0077-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0077-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0161-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/DSC_0161-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7469755208516722171?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7469755208516722171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7469755208516722171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7469755208516722171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7469755208516722171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-cambree.html' title='Baby Cambree'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7492752674729605012</id><published>2009-08-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:52:30.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff, Sniff</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school. I can picture most moms happily sending their kids off to school, excited for them and the fun they will be having, but secretly more excited for the quiet house waiting for them. The delayed projects are calling their name and the list of things they will get done are a mile long. Oh I want to be that mom! Instead I dread the first day of school, I could literally sob (heart wrenching sob btw) at just the thought of sending either of my babies to school. I have used a little self control in that aspect and just a few musely tears have leaked out. Well, maybe a couple more than a few. &lt;br /&gt;The funny part about this is that today isn't really even the first day of school for Madi. We just have an orientation which I get to attend WITH HER. What can I say? I'm a little pathetic. I can't even explain it, this sense of overwhelming doom. This sense of the end of everything as I know it. It's as if time is just speeding past and the harder I try to grasp it, to MAKE it slow down, the faster it goes. There is nothing I can do to change that.&lt;br /&gt;I remember an experience that occurred when Madi was just one. Her cousins were over playing with her. She had just gotten a new plastic slide and had been trying to learn how to go down it. She finally mastered it when they were there. I was so proud of her! I thought it was the greatest thing she had ever done and I was so excited for her. I remember calling them over and having them watch her do it. They were like "oh, cool" and they even said it with hardly any enthusiasm! Can you believe it? Almost like they had seen kids go down a slide a thousand times. I was devastated! It was the first time I realized that not everyone will adore her the way I do. Not everyone will think every accomplishment is the most incredible thing ever. Then it even dawned on me, some people might not even like her! &lt;br /&gt;That in a nutshell describes a little bit how I feel. It's like that experience, but on a much bigger scale. I'm putting her out there in a much bigger way. Yes I know she will have friends and they will like her, maybe she'll even get lucky enough to have a teacher that genuinely cares about her, but really, nothing like the adoration of her family. And I won't be there to protect her from all the crap that the world will be throwing at her.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I guess this is part of growing up. (I mean me, not her.:))Ouch! It hurts a little. I know these experiences will put my mothering skills to the test. I just really hope I pass! I hope I make it through the orientation without too many tears. I don't want to embarrass Madi too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7492752674729605012?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7492752674729605012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7492752674729605012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7492752674729605012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7492752674729605012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/sniff-sniff.html' title='Sniff, Sniff'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-70512198670623560</id><published>2009-07-29T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:58:17.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind.....April</title><content type='html'>April was a crazy blur. I was trying to get a handle on my new calling, teach preschool, finish up scouts, tutor, family wedding and visits, vacation, buy a new car, watch two kids.... All good things though. It just really left no time for blogging. I am sure the two people that read this blog have been very disappointed. ;) The reason that I love to blog is it really is my family history. Because of that, I feel like I need to rewind life a little and try to record some of the few moments that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Swim Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two girls are fish!! Madi is already swimming through the deep. She just loves it! It is so fun to see her progressing every year. Tyli has no fear. She got to attend her first lesson by herself. She didn't even hesitate. No separation anxiety --nothing. She could have acted like she missed me a little. After all it was her first class without mommy. I can't complain though. Especially after I watched several of the other moms trying to coax their kids into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiCmSM7jziI/AAAAAAAAAyU/T-QfRG6mkKo/s1600-h/IMG_1051-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiCmSM7jziI/AAAAAAAAAyU/T-QfRG6mkKo/s400/IMG_1051-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341451989700300322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty, Pretty Princesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyli had her hair curled for the first time. She pointed to herself and said, "Princess hair!" Now every time I do her hair I tell her that I will be giving her some princess hair. It works like a charm! Madi looks pretty princessy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=april2009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/april2009.jpg" alt="Pretty princesses" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martsie's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely the biggest event of the month. Martsie was getting married! Martsie and her husband Erin were just the perfect couple. They just seem so happy. Madi and Tyli got to attend. Tyli was so cute and every time she saw Martsie she would say "Princess, temple, princess." I heard that repeated a million times that day and I love that she got to see that! It was just a perfect, beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Kinsey got to come from Florida for the wedding. It was so fun to see them. Amy was the photographer. I got to follow her around and be her "assistant". She was awesome and the pictures turned out awesome. If you want to see them, or learn more about her photography you can visit her photo blog at http://amylopezphotography.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0548-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/IMG_0548-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=april20092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/april20092.jpg" alt="Martsie's Wedding" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our New Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had one car for about  six months. It has been a real challenge. We are so grateful for so many friends and family who helped drive us everywhere. We were grateful for their help and were able to save some money. It had been long enough though and we really needed a car. How lucky was I to get my dream car. I got a new Honda Pilot complete with seat warmers, a sun roof, and dvd player for the kids. It is awesome!! It has eights seats but isn't too large and isn't a minivan (this was more a requirement from Jon than myself.) We love it! Even months later and am thrilled every time I get to drive it. Now hopefully someone won't crash into it.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we wanted to do to celebrate was go on a road trip. So we headed out right after the wedding. It was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SnDR_7L5qtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/kfG4En31DwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SnDR_7L5qtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/kfG4En31DwQ/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364018052347833042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. George&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to St. George was quick but so much fun!! The girls were awesome. We just had a great time being together and forgetting about all of the responsiblities hanging over us. It was a great time. Our favorite part was hanging out with my parents who were there as well. We can't wait to go back. Here' s a little of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=april20093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/april20093.jpg" alt="St. George Swimming" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam, swam, and swam some more. We could hardly keep Madi out of the pool! Even at ten at night after swimming all morning and afternoon she wanted to go back for more. She learned how to swim through the deep taking breathes and became an accomplished back floater. Tyli love jumping off of the side. She did it a hundred times. (No exageration I swear!) She also loved kicking and blowing bubbles. It was great to see those swimming lessons paying off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=april20091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/april20091.jpg" alt="St. George Park" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun afternoon at the park. We played on the toys, blew bubbles, kicked the soccer ball and played frisbee. It was so beautiful! We were just saoking up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=april20094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/april20094.jpg" alt="Snow Canyon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited snow canyon with Grandam Dorothy. The kids loved having her all to themselves. We had a blast playing in the sand. Of course I had to show the girls how you can run and then jump off the hill and you can go really far. Somehow I remember jumping a lot farther when I was younger...hmmm, what am I old or something? I think all I accomplished was giving Jon one more thing to make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Collages.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/Collages.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our short jaunt to St. George made it possible to still be home to participate in all of the "regular" Easter festivities. One of which in included coloring Easter eggs. Tyli had colored hand for several days, but it was worth it. The funny thing is the "Easter Bunny" hid all of the dyed eggs out with the other eggs. They were out all night so we ended up just throwing them away. Thanks a lot Easter Bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=april20098.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/april20098.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our Easter Festivities were great! We joined the neighborhood Easter egg hunt, had our own, dressed up for Easter Sunday, had our own yummy dinner. It was fun to enjoy ourselves. It was a great Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the month was a blur.  What can I say? Life really hasn't stopped blurring by. It is full though and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last misc. event was having our basement flood. Yuck! What a pain!! The Weber water was turned on and we never completely turned off the water spicket outside so it slowly filled up our window well, which then in turn filled up my basement. We are grateful that we found it when we did. We never even go in the basement very much but Jon had decided he needed a book that was down there and he discovered the mess. This occurred right in the midst of planning our first primary activity. It was quite stressful!  Luckily Jon took care of it or I might have had a complete breakdown. This was the aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SnCHyD0JwoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fhvTL0aurHc/s1600-h/IMG_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SnCHyD0JwoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fhvTL0aurHc/s400/IMG_1538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363936450285519490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn't that fun, I couldn't help feeling blessed that I have a basement that can be flooded. Even a year and a half later I still love my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's April for ya! A little longer than a nutshell, but recorded all the same. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This is how we came upon Madi one night. Apparently Tyli was bugging her. Why she chose this location to escape is beyond me. Kids really do the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SnCIrXQD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA5M/RkRcGywfNAY/s1600-h/IMG_1536-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SnCIrXQD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA5M/RkRcGywfNAY/s400/IMG_1536-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363937434755393938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-70512198670623560?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/70512198670623560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=70512198670623560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/70512198670623560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/70512198670623560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/rewindapril.html' title='Rewind.....April'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiCmSM7jziI/AAAAAAAAAyU/T-QfRG6mkKo/s72-c/IMG_1051-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-653667870033606604</id><published>2009-06-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:26:30.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>What can I say, birthdays totally trump Father's Day! (Sorry babe!) That being said, Jon did get his moment to shine! The girls and I made him some fun stuff for his favorite hobby, golf. We made  a "tee" cup full of golf tees and on all of the golf tees we wrote some of our favorite things about Jon. Madi's first favorite thing about her dad was his rough chin. :) She also loved that he plays with her, gives her lots of hugs and kisses, buys her treats at the movies, sings songs to her every night and watches Gilligan's Island with her.  Tyli also adores her dad and she loves it when he comes home every day with a big hug just for her, tucks her in every night, reads to her and gives her horsie rides.&lt;br /&gt;Jon really is such an amazing father! He waits on us girls hand and foot, deals with our emotional swings daily and loves us every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/6231.jpg" alt="father's day" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon loved sharing these moments with his girls. He even acted excited over the cute tie card I made him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg_ybrGF6I/AAAAAAAAA48/WtKvpoftRCs/s1600-h/6.233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg_ybrGF6I/AAAAAAAAA48/WtKvpoftRCs/s400/6.233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352598292784355234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madi even decorated her Barbie for her dad. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg9ZNkmopI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bW7Sp1Si7EU/s1600-h/DSC_0098-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg9ZNkmopI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bW7Sp1Si7EU/s400/DSC_0098-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352595660479046290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg9raNCz5I/AAAAAAAAA4s/aYMq-kv4f58/s1600-h/DSC_0100-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg9raNCz5I/AAAAAAAAA4s/aYMq-kv4f58/s400/DSC_0100-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352595973107535762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madi made this tie for Jon at summer school. He was definitely well complimented at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg-1GZP8tI/AAAAAAAAA40/Uok6_lC82lw/s1600-h/DSC_0101-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg-1GZP8tI/AAAAAAAAA40/Uok6_lC82lw/s400/DSC_0101-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352597239100338898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-653667870033606604?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/653667870033606604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=653667870033606604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/653667870033606604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/653667870033606604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg_ybrGF6I/AAAAAAAAA48/WtKvpoftRCs/s72-c/6.233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7414126956710795129</id><published>2009-06-28T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:53:40.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....to ME!</title><content type='html'>Jon totally spoiled me this year. With this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SkgoKGzDfxI/AAAAAAAAA38/OoHDQ07dqVQ/s1600-h/580422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SkgoKGzDfxI/AAAAAAAAA38/OoHDQ07dqVQ/s400/580422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572311218388754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a Nikon D90. I LOVE it!! I have been wanting a real camera forever.  Jon and I have both taken photography classes in high school and college and always have fun taking pictures together. I also was a "professional" photographer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olan&lt;/span&gt; Mills for a while which I enjoyed. We just hadn't invested in a nice digital camera and decided now was the time. We didn't want to wait too long because our girls are growing way to fast. I definitely didn't want to miss all of those priceless moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to learn how to take photos again. I have a lot to learn about lighting and shutter speed and aperture setting, and I can't wait! It is a little overwhelming to think about all of that then consider learning a real photo editing program like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;. I am looking forward to it. Now if someone will just fit in a few more hours into my day I'll be good to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg3voQtQ4I/AAAAAAAAA4c/8HKCLdo08CY/s1600-h/330-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Skg3voQtQ4I/AAAAAAAAA4c/8HKCLdo08CY/s400/330-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352589448530707330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my real birthday went, well, it was as good as it can be considering I shared it with my hubby on Father's day. Jon did spend the day with me on Saturday and also gave me some "alone" time. (Which some of it was spent running my first unofficial 10K with my friend Stacy. Yeah for us!) Then Jon took me lunch and shopping and dinner and a movie. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church we had a fun day during primary. The kids were so happy and had so much fun. I totally loved primary this day. I try to hang on to these moments! Stacy surprised me with my very own birthday crown. Nothing makes you feel more important than when you are wearing a crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SkguOcQawAI/AAAAAAAAA4M/PB2kMwWq2e0/s1600-h/DSC_0195-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SkguOcQawAI/AAAAAAAAA4M/PB2kMwWq2e0/s400/DSC_0195-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352578982767935490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of my friends also spoiled me! With many phone calls, birthday cards, thoughtful gestures,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; shout outs, text messages and singing telegrams (thanks Heather!), what more could a girl ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my good friends even gave me a night out with the girls. They showered me with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;, books. lotions, soaps, decorations, chocolates and more importantly love! I can't imagine my life without these friends. They have been some of my greatest cheerleaders. I sometimes remember feeling so lonely before I moved here and now my life is so full of amazing people I am never lacking for a good time or someone to chat with. I honestly feel like I have been so blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful people! Thanks Gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2768-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/IMG_2768-1.jpg" alt="Best Friends Ever!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was the perfect birthday. Thank you family and friends! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7414126956710795129?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7414126956710795129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7414126956710795129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7414126956710795129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7414126956710795129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthdayto-me.html' title='Happy Birthday....to ME!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SkgoKGzDfxI/AAAAAAAAA38/OoHDQ07dqVQ/s72-c/580422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5257932111896219044</id><published>2009-06-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:08:28.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapin' Lizards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; has been in dance since she was two. This has been her first year of ballet, although I have been informed that it is actually called "creative movement" until she turns eight, which is when she will start learning official ballet. Good thing that was clarified because I don't think her lizard moves are exactly ballet poses.  Regardless of what it is called, she has had so much fun! She has looked forward to dance each week. She has especially loved taking it with one of her best friends, Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjunIwnN1LI/AAAAAAAAA30/fi7eEl2O2Jg/s1600-h/IMG_2752-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjunIwnN1LI/AAAAAAAAA30/fi7eEl2O2Jg/s400/IMG_2752-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052751362774194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; striking her lizard pose. She does this front and center of the stage during her dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjumUmgOIsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/OJmABVMQvgg/s1600-h/IMG_2740-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjumUmgOIsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/OJmABVMQvgg/s400/IMG_2740-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349051855295881922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not the best picture, but it gives you an idea of some of their lizard moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjumI5I9VdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WgN524_vAtc/s1600-h/IMG_2746-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjumI5I9VdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WgN524_vAtc/s400/IMG_2746-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349051654140155346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; and Kate have know each other since they were babies. They are lifelong friends for sure. They have taken dance together for the past two years and have had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjulwDbirXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/caknSUKhouY/s1600-h/IMG_2748-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjulwDbirXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/caknSUKhouY/s400/IMG_2748-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349051227405725042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjulfMbazaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lhfvCcoffOk/s1600-h/IMG_2754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjulfMbazaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lhfvCcoffOk/s400/IMG_2754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349050937763351970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; loves her grandma and aunts and they were at the top of her list to invite. They were good to sit through an hour and a half of ballet to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; perform for two minutes. I have told them they only have 16-20 more yeas of recitals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sjuk00D8nYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ntLclHZTRx8/s1600-h/IMG_2756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sjuk00D8nYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ntLclHZTRx8/s400/IMG_2756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349050209667947906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy surprised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; with some flowers. She loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjukOYtYuiI/AAAAAAAAA3E/zIY989luPGI/s1600-h/IMG_2758-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjukOYtYuiI/AAAAAAAAA3E/zIY989luPGI/s400/IMG_2758-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349049549490534946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sjuj1CD3jdI/AAAAAAAAA28/TKwvQD8QpE4/s1600-h/IMG_2760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sjuj1CD3jdI/AAAAAAAAA28/TKwvQD8QpE4/s400/IMG_2760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349049113914084818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll notice Ty missing from this picture. The recital was really upscale, live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt;, amazing costumes and also no children under five allowed. Sorry Ty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjujUNqFM7I/AAAAAAAAA20/Q20n1ZyjOAU/s1600-h/IMG_2761-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjujUNqFM7I/AAAAAAAAA20/Q20n1ZyjOAU/s400/IMG_2761-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349048550091469746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sjui9iyEq7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/iAPAgnX0Tnw/s1600-h/IMG_2763-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sjui9iyEq7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/iAPAgnX0Tnw/s400/IMG_2763-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349048160625142706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; had a great experience. She loved it so much, we are going to try it again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5257932111896219044?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5257932111896219044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5257932111896219044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5257932111896219044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5257932111896219044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/leapin-lizards.html' title='Leapin&apos; Lizards!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjunIwnN1LI/AAAAAAAAA30/fi7eEl2O2Jg/s72-c/IMG_2752-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6875852506150866331</id><published>2009-06-13T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:16:51.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin' in the Rain</title><content type='html'>The girls and I have had enough of the rain! It is seriously putting a "damper" on our summer. (Ha, ha!) We decided to embrace the wetness and enjoy it. So we headed out to our favorite lane for a splashy stroll. We had so much fun! It was so beautiful and clean. I went a little crazy with the photos but I couldn't help myself. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR3BMym53I/AAAAAAAAA2E/zzhI4UZ_U84/s1600-h/IMG_2536-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR3BMym53I/AAAAAAAAA2E/zzhI4UZ_U84/s400/IMG_2536-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347029520092686194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR2igpwxAI/AAAAAAAAA18/orqIcxCJ-ss/s1600-h/IMG_2549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR2igpwxAI/AAAAAAAAA18/orqIcxCJ-ss/s400/IMG_2549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347028992848348162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR1D8EIOXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LaVFBggqIvo/s1600-h/6.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR1D8EIOXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LaVFBggqIvo/s400/6.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347027368119122290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR0iOOpT8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/_Sn_9ajYDSo/s1600-h/IMG_2521-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR0iOOpT8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/_Sn_9ajYDSo/s400/IMG_2521-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347026788879519682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRz9La7KeI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ZJ96zsZxYzg/s1600-h/IMG_2515-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRz9La7KeI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ZJ96zsZxYzg/s400/IMG_2515-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347026152470555106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRx7rYBgYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PnBkpbt6JDU/s1600-h/IMG_2566-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRx7rYBgYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PnBkpbt6JDU/s400/IMG_2566-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347023927665328514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty is the only 2 year old I know that cries if you DON'T buckle her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seatbelt&lt;/span&gt;. I'm the irresponsible mom who just wants to leave it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UNbuckled&lt;/span&gt; so she can climb in and out when she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRxNn6sVLI/AAAAAAAAA08/hC3lAfnDFBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2570-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRxNn6sVLI/AAAAAAAAA08/hC3lAfnDFBQ/s400/IMG_2570-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347023136463017138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRwZJAe-TI/AAAAAAAAA00/1GOJyCEJiBo/s1600-h/IMG_2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRwZJAe-TI/AAAAAAAAA00/1GOJyCEJiBo/s400/IMG_2594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347022234812610866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember taking pictures with my dad. He loved photography. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; is starting to see photos around her too. She spotted this dragonfly and fell in love. She snapped this photo herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUq04rhZiI/AAAAAAAAA2M/poR-qx-RqaA/s1600-h/IMG_2586-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUq04rhZiI/AAAAAAAAA2M/poR-qx-RqaA/s400/IMG_2586-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347227220628825634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUrODlZ98I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Ti5Ccq-TYxc/s1600-h/IMG_2587-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUrODlZ98I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Ti5Ccq-TYxc/s400/IMG_2587-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347227653052692418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRvm7iFHmI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lzTiFANLAsw/s1600-h/IMG_2600-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRvm7iFHmI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lzTiFANLAsw/s400/IMG_2600-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347021372201967202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRvKCG8YoI/AAAAAAAAA0k/JOloSL4p00w/s1600-h/IMG_2598-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRvKCG8YoI/AAAAAAAAA0k/JOloSL4p00w/s400/IMG_2598-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347020875750990466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRuUz7XetI/AAAAAAAAA0c/CHuu9Iv0vhk/s1600-h/IMG_2631-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRuUz7XetI/AAAAAAAAA0c/CHuu9Iv0vhk/s400/IMG_2631-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347019961411271378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUroz5uZlI/AAAAAAAAA2c/fMkiMNfKmUM/s1600-h/IMG_2641-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUroz5uZlI/AAAAAAAAA2c/fMkiMNfKmUM/s400/IMG_2641-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347228112699418194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUv2PTEUNI/AAAAAAAAA2k/d0FPQwX-mEs/s1600-h/IMG_2644-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjUv2PTEUNI/AAAAAAAAA2k/d0FPQwX-mEs/s400/IMG_2644-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347232741438279890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6875852506150866331?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6875852506150866331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6875852506150866331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6875852506150866331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6875852506150866331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/singin-in-rain.html' title='Singin&apos; in the Rain'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjR3BMym53I/AAAAAAAAA2E/zzhI4UZ_U84/s72-c/IMG_2536-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7420384178154212571</id><published>2009-06-13T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:12:04.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon and a Mess</title><content type='html'>Every year with go with grandma and grandpa to Lagoon. This year is was rainy so we just went and rode the train and Merry-go-round. The girls loved it! They love this special memory with their grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRotGxEfNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/qf0KFA7egu8/s1600-h/IMG_2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRotGxEfNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/qf0KFA7egu8/s400/IMG_2499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347013781715451090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is killin me! I swear it's one mess after another. I think she was drinking the paint this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRpRy1p1-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/iSYDp8ssgT8/s1600-h/IMG_2509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRpRy1p1-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/iSYDp8ssgT8/s400/IMG_2509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347014412021127138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7420384178154212571?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7420384178154212571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7420384178154212571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7420384178154212571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7420384178154212571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon and a Mess'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjRotGxEfNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/qf0KFA7egu8/s72-c/IMG_2499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-8557634761411584454</id><published>2009-06-11T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:28:53.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Truck</title><content type='html'>Jon finally sold his truck that he has had for thirteen years. Yes, he drove it all that time. It was his first car, I mean vehicle. :) He has worked on it and kept it running all of that time. Not once has he taken it to another mechanic. So it was a little bitter sweet saying goodbye. He'll miss having a truck, but I don't think he will miss fixing it when it is broken. I have to say I will miss seeing my greese monkey in action. He is pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjHZMFGwOPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-icGHWpWhD8/s1600-h/IMG_2376-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjHZMFGwOPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-icGHWpWhD8/s400/IMG_2376-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346293034217650418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjHY8pa2VOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/aYeO9nHgwq8/s1600-h/IMG_1611-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjHY8pa2VOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/aYeO9nHgwq8/s400/IMG_1611-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346292769087706338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjHYed94YxI/AAAAAAAAAz0/z3sEZKPO47c/s1600-h/IMG_1612-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjHYed94YxI/AAAAAAAAAz0/z3sEZKPO47c/s400/IMG_1612-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346292250617340690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-8557634761411584454?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8557634761411584454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=8557634761411584454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8557634761411584454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8557634761411584454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/by-bye.html' title='Bye Bye Truck'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SjHZMFGwOPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-icGHWpWhD8/s72-c/IMG_2376-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7714759738757337722</id><published>2009-06-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:35:55.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott+Jen+Baby</title><content type='html'>YIPPEE!! Scott and Jen have finally got their baby! (Seriously...I am honestly tearing up just writing that.) She is so cute!! The best part is too see how happy they are. It is so great to see them so full of joy. I never thought I'd see the day when my brother would be giggling about baby hiccups. Well, maybe not giggling, but definitely excited. I am so happy for them. It has been a long wait. We love this little addition to their family.&lt;br /&gt;We had a little celebration when we got to meet the baby. I was able to snap a few photos for fun. The best part is their giant smiles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2440-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/IMG_2440-2.jpg" alt="Baby Gabbert" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2419-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/IMG_2419-2.jpg" alt="Scott's Family Photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVxTqc3AoI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZBfjxpEXwGI/s1600-h/IMG_2451-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVxTqc3AoI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZBfjxpEXwGI/s400/IMG_2451-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342801115571749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVw0_gYb_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/fXty0B60828/s1600-h/IMG_2438-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVw0_gYb_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/fXty0B60828/s400/IMG_2438-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342800588647722994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVvNrxK66I/AAAAAAAAAzc/2zLGw2aZ_3w/s1600-h/IMG_2433-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVvNrxK66I/AAAAAAAAAzc/2zLGw2aZ_3w/s400/IMG_2433-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342798813822905250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVuSsQCJLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ktuK-VRXlbM/s1600-h/IMG_2424-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVuSsQCJLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ktuK-VRXlbM/s400/IMG_2424-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342797800340071602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got a family photo. We are missing a couple of people, but at least we have this one. :) Thanks Nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2410-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/IMG_2410-2.jpg" alt="Gabbert Family" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVtuoCp0hI/AAAAAAAAAzE/fnbexvPwKJE/s1600-h/IMG_2412-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVtuoCp0hI/AAAAAAAAAzE/fnbexvPwKJE/s400/IMG_2412-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342797180734919186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7714759738757337722?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7714759738757337722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7714759738757337722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7714759738757337722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7714759738757337722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/scottjenbaby.html' title='Scott+Jen+Baby'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiVxTqc3AoI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZBfjxpEXwGI/s72-c/IMG_2451-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7627126003989452384</id><published>2009-06-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:54:23.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU9DTPd7cI/AAAAAAAAAy8/unRK2DmBy8s/s1600-h/IMG_2402-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU9DTPd7cI/AAAAAAAAAy8/unRK2DmBy8s/s400/IMG_2402-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743659859013058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU868aZyGI/AAAAAAAAAy0/dSG3lU1vaAo/s1600-h/IMG_2397-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU868aZyGI/AAAAAAAAAy0/dSG3lU1vaAo/s400/IMG_2397-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743516291909730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU8ko_-8VI/AAAAAAAAAys/5Z3iZbRofQU/s1600-h/IMG_2395-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU8ko_-8VI/AAAAAAAAAys/5Z3iZbRofQU/s400/IMG_2395-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743133123703122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU8HeDZeOI/AAAAAAAAAyk/BpxWQb-MA8w/s1600-h/IMG_2392-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU8HeDZeOI/AAAAAAAAAyk/BpxWQb-MA8w/s400/IMG_2392-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342742631969028322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a neighborhood bike parade yesterday. What a fun farewell to music makers. The girls had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7627126003989452384?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7627126003989452384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7627126003989452384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7627126003989452384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7627126003989452384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/bake-parade.html' title='Bake Parade'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SiU9DTPd7cI/AAAAAAAAAy8/unRK2DmBy8s/s72-c/IMG_2402-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-8926965885089181367</id><published>2009-05-16T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:49:14.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tooboo Bugs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; LOVES bugs. Honestly, I can't tell you how many hours I have spent potato bug hunting this spring. She loves holding them, having them "tickle" her hand, and collecting them in a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tup&lt;/span&gt;." She especially likes finding "baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tooboo&lt;/span&gt; bugs." Even though potato bugs are her favorite, anything that crawls appeals to her. She also collects lady bugs, ants, snails, and beetles. Fortunately she steers away from bees and spiders.  Luckily we don't have any frogs, snakes, etc. by us or who knows what I'd find crawling around my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg6y3DgiEMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3yUJCexuq28/s1600-h/IMG_1640-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg6y3DgiEMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3yUJCexuq28/s400/IMG_1640-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336399267384922306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you visit us, don't be surprised if you find us in the backyard looking exactly like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg60mK-iFJI/AAAAAAAAAyE/8XVcS8QoPaM/s1600-h/IMG_1642-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg60mK-iFJI/AAAAAAAAAyE/8XVcS8QoPaM/s400/IMG_1642-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336401176355280018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a typical collection of potato bugs, ants and snails. I have to confess that snails really gross me out and I try to put them into the trash can as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg6zkWAXefI/AAAAAAAAAxs/itUCenOGMLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1661-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg6zkWAXefI/AAAAAAAAAxs/itUCenOGMLQ/s400/IMG_1661-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336400045444397554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops. Ty is showing me how this one "bumped" his head.&lt;br /&gt;Poor bug had been dropped several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg613cWr9EI/AAAAAAAAAyM/fhCdygViUkU/s1600-h/5.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg613cWr9EI/AAAAAAAAAyM/fhCdygViUkU/s400/5.15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336402572589397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg6z4ZF5t1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/uRw0yPGpDxE/s1600-h/IMG_1663-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg6z4ZF5t1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/uRw0yPGpDxE/s400/IMG_1663-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336400389870303058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty is just examining this bug. Unfortunately it didn't quite pass the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt;" test. What she thinks is his bum is really him all squished up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-8926965885089181367?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8926965885089181367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=8926965885089181367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8926965885089181367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/8926965885089181367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/tooboo-bugs.html' title='&quot;Tooboo Bugs&quot;'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg6y3DgiEMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3yUJCexuq28/s72-c/IMG_1640-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1991484580784178751</id><published>2009-05-15T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:14:14.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race For the Cure</title><content type='html'>A couple of my friends wanted to race in the Race for the Cure this year. Jon and I decided to do it as well. Three of my closest friends' mothers or mother-in-laws have had breast cancer. My own grandma had breast cancer. Luckily they all have survived. It is unfortunate that this is such a deadly disease. It was great to support this cause. I pray that myself, my family or my friends will never have to experience this for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting part of the race is that I finished it with my fasted 5k time of 28:40. I know that if any serious runners are reading this that time is probably something to scoff at. I was thrilled though! I was only two minutes behind Jon. Stacy and I ran the whole race side by side which was really fun! She kept me going that's for sure. Even though I wanted to die by mile three somehow I made it over the finish line. The best part is that I felt great after! It was really fun. I loved sharing that with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg49pSM4MGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_zn4pU7shjg/s1600-h/IMG_1597-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg49pSM4MGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_zn4pU7shjg/s400/IMG_1597-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336270387950399586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon was great! He wasn't intimidated by all that pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg4-KbI5h8I/AAAAAAAAAxc/RCIqkuk18x0/s1600-h/IMG_1596-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg4-KbI5h8I/AAAAAAAAAxc/RCIqkuk18x0/s400/IMG_1596-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336270957285312450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how happy we look. This was obviously taken BEFORE the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg48i6lvqQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/krJnTpdUK5Y/s1600-h/race1-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg48i6lvqQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/krJnTpdUK5Y/s400/race1-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336269179021404418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nat and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;twinner&lt;/span&gt; jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg47ZLhbPTI/AAAAAAAAAw8/L0jjAobVL20/s1600-h/race6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg47ZLhbPTI/AAAAAAAAAw8/L0jjAobVL20/s400/race6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336267912256372018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18,000 people showed their support for this cause. It was pretty cool to be a part of it. There were definitely some interesting surprises.  I don't think I've ever seen so much pink in one place. Too bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; had to miss it. She would have loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1991484580784178751?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1991484580784178751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1991484580784178751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1991484580784178751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1991484580784178751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/race-for-cure.html' title='Race For the Cure'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg49pSM4MGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_zn4pU7shjg/s72-c/IMG_1597-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7504548911756797941</id><published>2009-05-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:54:50.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Conference</title><content type='html'>Jon gave me the best anniversary present ever, a fun day with my friends. I got to spend the day with some of my lifelong friends (and some new friends) at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; attending women's conference. Sister Beck the BEST talk on families. It was amazing! I really came away with a new desire to try harder with my family and do everything I can to help all of us survive in this crazy world.  Their have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;times&lt;/span&gt; when I have felt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; was literally beating against me and my family and I know that the term "war against the family" isn't just a phrase. In her talk Sis. Beck encouraged every to FIGHT!! If she really was asking us to head to battle at that moment I think every person there would have armed themselves and headed out to war. I really have tried to personalize it for myself and consider the small things I can to do arm my family. If only the easy things weren't so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended several other classes that were very motivational and inspiring. The thing I loved most about them all were how positive they were. I just left feeling like if I am trying my hardest than that is good enough! I don't need to be perfect in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyway&lt;/span&gt; to feel happy and loved. It is something that is common sense but somehow the comparisons start and before I know it I am not as good as anyone else. It was just really nice to be reminded of simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I loved the classes, the very best part of the day was spending it with some incredible women! They just each have such a great perspective on life. I felt like I had spent the entire day at a therapy session. As I discussed concerns and problems in my life they each had words of encouragement and comfort. It really was just what I needed. Thank you friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my eleventh anniversary I spent selfishly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;for myself&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you Jon for being the best husband and giving me this awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great gals I got to spend the day with. Emily Reed, Elise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pehrson&lt;/span&gt;, Jenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dutson&lt;/span&gt;, Kathryn, Melissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nosler&lt;/span&gt;, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3wfeYpplI/AAAAAAAAAwM/W7bTiyzMzvg/s1600-h/IMG_1578-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3wfeYpplI/AAAAAAAAAwM/W7bTiyzMzvg/s400/IMG_1578-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336185557026973266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3ocKTAIuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8tpsvbxs1L0/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3ocKTAIuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8tpsvbxs1L0/s400/IMG_1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336176704001942242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3ocKTAIuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8tpsvbxs1L0/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;Isn't this amazing! This is at the end of the conference.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3ocKTAIuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8tpsvbxs1L0/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7504548911756797941?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7504548911756797941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7504548911756797941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7504548911756797941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7504548911756797941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/womens-conference.html' title='Women&apos;s Conference'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3wfeYpplI/AAAAAAAAAwM/W7bTiyzMzvg/s72-c/IMG_1578-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3121524334730009329</id><published>2009-05-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:10:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Year Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Who knew eleven years could pass so quickly? Jon and I have been together for so long I barely remember life without him in it. We have been so happy together. Don't get me wrong, we have definitely had our moments, but looking back we have been very happy! If I think of the Jon and Jodi that were married on this day eleven years ago, I imagine two very excited, happy, young, naive kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of all that we have done over the years we have had together.  I remember our first years of  marriage with it's challenges of being dirt poor, working day and night, going to school, somehow surviving and struggling. With that I remember the closeness of driving each other to work because we had one car, working together to figure things out, camping and playing whenever we got a spare minute. Then I can recall the overwhelming joy that accompanied the birth of each of our sweet girls. I will never forget the tenderness with which Jon held both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; after they were born and happiness that surrounded us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have loved most about the past eleven years is that I have been able to spend them with my best friend. I love that somehow we have been able to withstand all of the crap that the world has thrown at us and have even become closer to each other and to our Heavenly Father. I appreciate that Jon still treats me like a queen, and has every single day we have been together. I love that he forgives me for my mistakes even before they happen. I love that he loves me for who I am and never wants to change me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Babe! Thank you for EVERYTHING! I can't wait for the next eleven years together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3zSdo9eXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Gz9B3g3oFLo/s1600-h/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3zSdo9eXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Gz9B3g3oFLo/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336188632023529842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon spoiled me with these beautiful flowers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3121524334730009329?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3121524334730009329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3121524334730009329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3121524334730009329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3121524334730009329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/eleven-year-anniversary.html' title='Eleven Year Anniversary!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sg3zSdo9eXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Gz9B3g3oFLo/s72-c/IMG_1595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-283730723449716012</id><published>2009-04-24T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:39:17.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary President...AHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>For my few friends, and possible some strangers, may have wondered what has happened to me. So many of you know the life changing event that has occurred in my life.  Only those just out of ear shot are probably the only one who haven't heard the news. Recently I have been called as our primary president. Yikes!! "Are you sure?" I asked.  The answer was "yes." What can I say, I'm still not convinced.  So far this has been a very humbling, insanely busy, humbling, faith provoking calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fortunate to work with an amazing and very supportive bishopric. I also get to work with incredible counselors.  I have the most positive and uplifting husband (and live in babysitter.) And I have been blessed the most awesome friends that a person could dream of! It is almost overwhelming when I realize how much others love me and are willing to do anything for me. How grateful I am for all of the babysitters, errand runners, paper cutters, cheerleaders, up-lifters, listeners, phone callers, treat bringers, dinner makers  that a person could dream of being surrounded by. Thank you so much to all of my friends and family. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few weeks and been insanely busy and I have definitely faced my challenges. I just can't help wondering (hoping?) that I could have learned enough these first few weeks to be able to have this experience cut short. That's fair right? I know I have so much to learn and I know that Heavenly Father will help me. I have to confess that I have been mourning my old selfish life a little. (Sniff, sniff).  I also have been able to recognize so many tender mercies that I have received. I am grateful for all of these blessings and I know that I will be a better person because of this experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-283730723449716012?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/283730723449716012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=283730723449716012' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/283730723449716012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/283730723449716012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/primary-presidentahhhh.html' title='Primary President...AHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-4158457840176890160</id><published>2009-03-19T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:11:51.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S-P-O-I-L-E-D</title><content type='html'>Tyli definitely knows what she wants and when she wants. When she has her mind set on something she just doesn't give up. Hence, she has become a little, OK, a lot, SPOILED! For example, she has to be carried directly to the bar for breakfast every morning. Princess Ty wants a ride down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;If I pick two of something, she has to have the one she wants even if they are EXACTLY the same. Sometimes I have to show her 5 or 7 or 10 cups for a drink because she wants the one she wants. Sometimes she picks a cup that I have already shown her three other times. I know that part of this is the joy of life with a two year old, but I can see that this also might be a little of just how she is. Can't wait until she's 16! Luckily she makes up for these moments with her giggles, hugs and kisses and sweetness. We really adore this little girl. This is also part of the problem because not one of us can bear to see her big tears rolling down her sweet, little cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0948-1-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/IMG_0948-1-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tyli is really upset sometimes I'll try to distract her by offering her a treat. Of course she is so mad at me that she never wants any of my suggestions. Then she calms down and what does she want? One of everything I've offered her. This is a picture of Ty eating her "happy" buffet. Jon also titled it "Keeping Tyli happy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-4158457840176890160?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4158457840176890160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=4158457840176890160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4158457840176890160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4158457840176890160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/s-p-o-i-l-e-d.html' title='S-P-O-I-L-E-D'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3861320190986364380</id><published>2009-03-15T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:47:27.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sb0Svx80gYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/YnP3WaqtGDk/s1600-h/IMG_0940-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sb0Svx80gYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/YnP3WaqtGDk/s400/IMG_0940-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313423747438641538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Elise amazing!! She painted this wall in my kitchen to look like a real rock wall! She is the best friend! Every day when I see my wall I get to think of her.  Lucky me! Plus, I LOVE it! It makes me happy. Thanks Elise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3861320190986364380?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3861320190986364380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3861320190986364380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3861320190986364380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3861320190986364380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sb0Svx80gYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/YnP3WaqtGDk/s72-c/IMG_0940-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1524454487911269027</id><published>2009-03-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:38:36.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Fly A Kite</title><content type='html'>Nothing like a windy day to fly a kite. We love living one minute away from a big field so that we can take advantage of the weather. Here are the girls in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXSN7N4PgI/AAAAAAAAAv0/7EZoedU-KSk/s1600-h/IMG_0873-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXSN7N4PgI/AAAAAAAAAv0/7EZoedU-KSk/s400/IMG_0873-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382472229404162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXR9fLv-iI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fyhY6Me80m8/s1600-h/IMG_0875-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXR9fLv-iI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fyhY6Me80m8/s400/IMG_0875-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382189826374178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXRWbyKu3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/YNPku2e7Z2E/s1600-h/IMG_0876-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXRWbyKu3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/YNPku2e7Z2E/s400/IMG_0876-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381518898871154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXQ_PbmezI/AAAAAAAAAvc/NtDM5834cyU/s1600-h/IMG_0877-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXQ_PbmezI/AAAAAAAAAvc/NtDM5834cyU/s400/IMG_0877-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381120446004018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXQrPnYnXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3sM8fqPV1gY/s1600-h/IMG_0879-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXQrPnYnXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3sM8fqPV1gY/s400/IMG_0879-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311380776898043250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1524454487911269027?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1524454487911269027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1524454487911269027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1524454487911269027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1524454487911269027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-go-fly-kite.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Fly A Kite'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SbXSN7N4PgI/AAAAAAAAAv0/7EZoedU-KSk/s72-c/IMG_0873-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1321872252537632853</id><published>2009-03-03T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:55:52.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss</title><content type='html'>My friend Emily likes to celebrate EVERY holiday and non-holiday. She is seriously amazing! I don't know how she does it all. She is always doing such fun things for and with her kids. Some of her admirers, including me, have asked her to share her festivity ideas with us. These were some of her ideas to celebrate Dr. Seuss' birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pink Ink for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yink&lt;/span&gt; or the Rink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rinker&lt;/span&gt; Fink:  Strawberry Milk and Berry  Smoothies&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*Making hats with Ritz crackers, large marshmallows, and licorice.  Glue is  frosting.  Glue a marshmallow on cracker, then glue licorice as red stripes on  marshmallow.  This is Cat in Hat's cat.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*Cheese Trees-Put squares of cheese on a toothpick.  These are from Fox In  Socks.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*Fishing with magnets tied to string, on end of skewer.  Fish have paper  clips on them to be picked up with "fishing pole."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*Making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ooblek&lt;/span&gt;-Super fun, but messy.  1 1/2 cups of cornstarch.  1 cup of  water.  Green food coloring.  Fun to play with.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*Collecting all my boys Dr. Seuss animals as the centerpiece.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*I will also have supplies for them to make their own Cat in Hat hats to  wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So through her inspirational email I decided to throw in a couple of the activities in our day to try and be as cool as her. Yes, that is probably the only reason I did it. It was well worth all the mess. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ooblek&lt;/span&gt; is VERY messy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa34wLYsg9I/AAAAAAAAAus/gECehFiXWK0/s1600-h/IMG_0855-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa34wLYsg9I/AAAAAAAAAus/gECehFiXWK0/s400/IMG_0855-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173042313462738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green Eggs and Ham for dinner. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa35G-YpdsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/sJLwC0dpWmk/s1600-h/IMG_0856-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa35G-YpdsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/sJLwC0dpWmk/s400/IMG_0856-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173433960593090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They LOVED this. Nothing like gooey mess to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa35lC1YdpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/iKUp5qkKxsM/s1600-h/IMG_0861-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa35lC1YdpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/iKUp5qkKxsM/s400/IMG_0861-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173950550931090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa36K5M08SI/AAAAAAAAAvE/de9ZSC3IVdc/s1600-h/IMG_0862-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa36K5M08SI/AAAAAAAAAvE/de9ZSC3IVdc/s400/IMG_0862-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309174600799940898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa36y2PDYqI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fc5Ko0Hch7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0864-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa36y2PDYqI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fc5Ko0Hch7Q/s400/IMG_0864-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309175287198737058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Jon and I couldn't keep our hands off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ooblek&lt;/span&gt;! What is this stuff! It was seriously cool. A solid and a liquid in one. Talk about magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1321872252537632853?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1321872252537632853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1321872252537632853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1321872252537632853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1321872252537632853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dr-seuss.html' title='Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Sa34wLYsg9I/AAAAAAAAAus/gECehFiXWK0/s72-c/IMG_0855-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7838661041798124518</id><published>2009-02-26T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:21:47.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Ways to Avoid the Winter Blahs</title><content type='html'>I love the winter! I really do! I enjoy beautiful clean snow, I love playing in it,  driving in it, or even snuggling inside to avoid going out in it. After living with it my whole life, I almost don't know if I could live without snow. The problem is that by February I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; of it! I really start getting home-ophobic.  I get teary eyed just thinking about washing another dish, vacuuming another crumb, or folding another dang pair of pants. But last week I think I have found the solution. That's right. This blog is more than just eye candy, helpful hits are distributed when available. :) The key is to see how many projects and activities you can accomplish in one week.  Now, I'm not guaranteeing it will work for you, but I have found success with this method. Here's what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Spend an entire day doing fun things with a fun friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday Natalie and I took the kids to the Tree House museum. We had a fun day chatting while the kids had a grand time exploring, creating and using their imaginations. Every once in a while we were found helping them explore, create and imagine, but mostly we just chatted. Fun for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=216-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/jodifulks/216-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SadV_aE3jXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/G61wmu1Vo6M/s1600-h/IMG_0774-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SadV_aE3jXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/G61wmu1Vo6M/s400/IMG_0774-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307305233699278194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture. Isn't this a little how school really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Start New Projects. (Ones that require many people to help and that the final product will result in many compliments are ideal.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;My Friend Elise is a very talented in the home decor arena. Just recently she painted a wall in her kitchen to look like a real rock wall. It looked awesome! I loved it so much I begged her to paint a wall in my kitchen too. This has been fun! Although, I feel a little guilty since she is doing it all while I watch. I just can't really help while she works her magic. I am loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagODIUoP4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/9VEfdslH7SM/s1600-h/IMG_0836-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagODIUoP4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/9VEfdslH7SM/s400/IMG_0836-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307507607792533378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other project was inspired by Natalie. She had decided to reupholster a chair she had, and it motivated me to start adding the touches I had been wanting to my couch. It has been a bigger pain than I expected. I do feel a little sorry for all of the listening ears who have had to hear me talk about my fabric issues. (Thanks friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagPIeG4tRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vllSfr5j7u4/s1600-h/IMG_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagPIeG4tRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vllSfr5j7u4/s400/IMG_0796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307508799051445522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A Sneak Peak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Throw a PAR-TAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie has started a new book club in the neighborhood. I got to be the first "host" for our initial event. We had a good turn out. To my surprise we actually talked about the book for quite a while. ( This in comparison the a previous book club I had been in where the book was discussed for about five minutes before we moved onto other subjects.) I don't know where people find the time to read all of the books we discussed. Maybe I should spend less time on the computer to make time for other hobbies. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagQ9EOliQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/aFSj85wC2uo/s1600-h/51RPNCE08JL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagQ9EOliQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/aFSj85wC2uo/s400/51RPNCE08JL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307510802149116162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the book we read this month. I give it about a 2 out of 5 star rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Go to a happy, light hearted movie with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to have another night out. Yippee. Some friends and I went to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagRreCvquI/AAAAAAAAAts/ftfJtoHTN0g/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagRreCvquI/AAAAAAAAAts/ftfJtoHTN0g/s400/shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307511599352752866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute and fun! Nothing like a happy, fun movie with friends to send any blues running down the river.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make Ordinary Tasks Exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to do Grocery Smarts for the past several months. The idea is that you use coupons on top of a sale, stock up, and save lots of money. It actually has been going quite well. Albertsons was having a big sale and Natalie and I decided to hit the store the day the add came out to actually get some of the items in the add because they go fast. We went late after the movie and had the store and cashier to ourselves. Natalie is the type of person that can become best friends with someone in about one minute. This is what she did with our cashier. So Martin, Natalie and I had a great time! We also got TONS of food for hardly any money. Nothing like a good deal to make you happy! We both left with a new perspective on grocery shopping. We had no idea it could be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. If any sun comes out, soak it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually had a couple of warm days this week. As soon as the sun came out we went to feed the ducks. Tyli can't get enough of the ducks. We were babysitting Ethan Thursday so he came with us. Stacy and the girls also came. Feeding the ducks is always more fun with friends. After Stacy treated me to lunch. She is so sweet. She is doing her part to lift my spirits! She is one of those amazing people that can make a simple lunch a gourmet meal in about five minutes. I felt like I had dined at a five star restaurant. Thanks Stacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagWHZfFJaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lwtwS3r-S6s/s1600-h/2.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SagWHZfFJaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lwtwS3r-S6s/s400/2.23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307516477212272034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Become a Ute Fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by some hard core Ute fans. Really hard core! They even go out  vandalizing/decorating BYU fans homes in the middle of the night before a big rivalry game. (It really was more like decorating because it looked so cute!) Jon and I just don't really get the Ute or BYU passion since neither of us attended either school. Jon figures if he likes both teams he gets to watch twice as much sports. (Not always a good thing!) I just always feel bad for the loosing team so you'll always know who I'll be rooting for.  On Friday, my friend Laura took us to the gymnastics event. We had so much fun!I really did catch a little bit of Ute fever. First of all, red really is a happy, fun color. Second, can you really go wrong cheering with a bunch of other fans? Third, a band and a theme song really are some of my loves in life.&lt;br /&gt;The girls had the best time. Madi adores Christian and Elisabeth. Tyli loved every minute! She was even trying some of her own moves by the end of the night. We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SahWA-IoHBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aGUVIdB3xUM/s1600-h/gym1-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SahWA-IoHBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aGUVIdB3xUM/s400/gym1-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307586735535299602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say. They make a great Ute couple. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaixPzWjZOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/duLOZpnTDXc/s1600-h/gym4-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaixPzWjZOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/duLOZpnTDXc/s400/gym4-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307687045897086178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Utes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaixnXOxc8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/ztFYgtDc0AI/s1600-h/gym7-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaixnXOxc8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/ztFYgtDc0AI/s400/gym7-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307687450665120706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madi love dancing and cheering with Elisabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Saix1O3fr6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/l5bMPljDeQM/s1600-h/gym9-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Saix1O3fr6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/l5bMPljDeQM/s400/gym9-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307687688938172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyli loved clapping with the crowds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Saix8_8YirI/AAAAAAAAAuc/p0naMaoNRRw/s1600-h/gym14-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/Saix8_8YirI/AAAAAAAAAuc/p0naMaoNRRw/s400/gym14-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307687822371097266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty also love trying the many different gymnast moves. She loves this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make yourself beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't do my own hair, I have to do my kids hair. This is a new one for Tyli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaizZXXI4VI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pInKIjCnnzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0819-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaizZXXI4VI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pInKIjCnnzQ/s400/IMG_0819-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307689409205297490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Last, but not least, look for the good in all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a full week, I just couldn't help but be grateful for all that I have. I am so blessed. I know that if I try to focus on the good in my life, maybe the down times might be bearable. I just try to hold on to those "I love my life moments" hoping they get me through the "I hate my life" times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn. Tell me your secrets to making it through the winter blahs. Please do share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7838661041798124518?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7838661041798124518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7838661041798124518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7838661041798124518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7838661041798124518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/several-ways-to-avoid-winter-blahs.html' title='Several Ways to Avoid the Winter Blahs'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SadV_aE3jXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/G61wmu1Vo6M/s72-c/IMG_0774-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5305256505290834448</id><published>2009-02-21T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:06:33.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Husband Ever!</title><content type='html'>You are probably thinking one of two things right now.  You might be asking yourself what Jon did to deserve  a title like that or you are thinking that I am completely mistaken because you, yourself, have the best husband ever. Just like you may have the "cutest kid ever" or the "best mom ever." But I really do have the best husband ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the perfect Valentine's Day this year. It may have taken Jon fourteen years to figure it out, but I think he has finally mastered the day. (Congratulations Babe!) We had the funnest day snowboarding at Snowbasin. There was so much snow!! It was incredible. For someone who has never experienced what "Utah Powder" is, you are really missing out! Imagine floating down a hill where you feel like you are touching nothing but moving all the same. It is the best feeling ever. The term powder really is an accurate adjective because that is exactly what it feels like you are floating on.  Unfortunately powder does come with some disadvantages, like say, when you get stuck in three feet of it on a flat area and can't move. Or if you fall over in three feet of it you'll get a real workout trying to get back up. Or if you have to hike through it. It's during these times that you are cursing powder. Then on the next run down you might have the perfect floating experience and fall in love all over again.  I hadn't ridden in such deep snow for so long I almost forgot how. It was the perfect day all the same. (OK, minus the few blizzardy moments and flat light.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaKvQ-Qe1TI/AAAAAAAAAsc/5XsyycBqdcE/s1600-h/snowbasin2..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaKvQ-Qe1TI/AAAAAAAAAsc/5XsyycBqdcE/s400/snowbasin2..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305996017120761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so funny because we rode up the lift twice with people we knew. Once with one of my preschool student's mom, Amelia, and once with an old friend that Jon and I went to school with, Natalie. So random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Jon reserved the Honeymoon Sweet at a the Red Moose Lodge.  It was beautiful and very romantic! The best part...sleeping in and no kids! Nothing makes you feel rejuvenated like a little r&amp;amp;r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaKveJhyLnI/AAAAAAAAAsk/INhZA0rtxnQ/s1600-h/redmooselodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaKveJhyLnI/AAAAAAAAAsk/INhZA0rtxnQ/s400/redmooselodge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305996243484421746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you might think that this single experience is why Jon deserves the title "Best Husband Ever" but it doesn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had had enough of my couches. Water stains, pen marks, dirt spots. Yuck! And they are impossible to clean. I had been wanting to give them a make over for some time. With some encouragement from my friend Natalie Iwent for it. I started with my ottoman and it turn out pretty great. To my surprise Jon loved it. Now in all my years of projects I don't recall Jon ever being as excited or happy as he was about this ottoman. Either way, I loved it! What can I say? Little things make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaKwMZtPJYI/AAAAAAAAAss/aCVWp5n8B1I/s1600-h/IMG_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaKwMZtPJYI/AAAAAAAAAss/aCVWp5n8B1I/s320/IMG_0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997038101407106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is more! Then on Tuesday I was having a book club group at my house. Jon came home from work, helped me clean and get everything ready, then watched the girls all night.  Pretty nice! On Wednesday night I had an invitation to see a movie with some friends. With Jon's encouragement I decided to go. As if babysitting to nights in a row wasn't nice enough, I came home to a completely clean house, kids bathed and asleep and even two baskets of laundry put away and more going through the wash.  Seriously! It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really what makes Jon the best husband ever is that he does this for me all of the time! I honestly can't remember the last time I gave the girls a bath because he always does it. He is always willing to lend me a hand no matter how tired he is from his long day. He is amazing with the girls and sings to them each night at bed time. He is willing to do whatever I want. He even takes up new sports because I am interested in them. But even more than this is the kindness he always shows each of us. He is honest, loving, hardworking, funny and strong. (That last one might be lame but I love to know that he'll still be able to carry me to the car if I weigh 300 pounds and I'm on my death bed. You never know, it could happen.;)) I love him so much! He really truly is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEST HUSBAND EVER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaK63upJ8jI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZWDBHpp_fZ8/s1600-h/IMG_7302-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaK63upJ8jI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZWDBHpp_fZ8/s400/IMG_7302-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008777572086322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaK7HUhsfkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qz_5zS4q4IU/s1600-h/IMG_7170-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaK7HUhsfkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qz_5zS4q4IU/s400/IMG_7170-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306009045439381058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5305256505290834448?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5305256505290834448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5305256505290834448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5305256505290834448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5305256505290834448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-husband-ever.html' title='The Best Husband Ever!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SaKvQ-Qe1TI/AAAAAAAAAsc/5XsyycBqdcE/s72-c/snowbasin2..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3156335894057771341</id><published>2009-02-19T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:46:01.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handmade: From Me to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cute friend Kathleen had this posted on her blog. I thought it sounded like fun! Now what to make....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first 5 people to respond to this post will receive something &lt;em&gt;made &lt;/em&gt;by&lt;em&gt; me&lt;/em&gt;. To &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;! It will be my choice and made especially for you. Just so we’re on the same page, here are . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guarantees you will feel absolute true love, but possibly happiness, fervor, or chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;What I create will be &lt;em&gt;just for you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It will be done sometime &lt;em&gt;this year&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have no clue what it will be… it may be a story. Maybe poetry. (Well, probably not either of those.) I may draw or paint something. Most likely sew or create something. I may bake something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you! That’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fine print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (which is actually the same size, but whatever):&lt;br /&gt;You must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on their blog. When you get your lovely homemade goods from me, post a picture on your blog so I know my love arrived without a hitch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3156335894057771341?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3156335894057771341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3156335894057771341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3156335894057771341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3156335894057771341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/handmade-from-me-to-you.html' title='Handmade: From Me to You'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5735202292935365709</id><published>2009-02-08T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:48:42.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madi's Imagination</title><content type='html'>Madison has an amazing imagination! She loves to create, design, draw, color, and build things. She loves to do it and is constantly creating something. Her favorite designs come from garbage. (Don't worry, it's clean.) I am running into fascinating things all over the house. I'll leave a room for five minutes and return to find some new masterpiece. Here are some of her most recent projects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SZ5ECylPt7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/UxX9f8YiEgs/s1600-h/1.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SZ5ECylPt7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/UxX9f8YiEgs/s400/1.23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304752225817442226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9W7TZo6_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/dgW1wCAZhPM/s1600-h/IMG_0458-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9W7TZo6_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/dgW1wCAZhPM/s400/IMG_0458-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300550863258446834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9OYbAeGDI/AAAAAAAAArk/OlsUAbszK_s/s1600-h/IMG_0434-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9OYbAeGDI/AAAAAAAAArk/OlsUAbszK_s/s400/IMG_0434-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300541467911919666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9NsiqMarI/AAAAAAAAArc/NweZEUK4duA/s1600-h/IMG_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9NsiqMarI/AAAAAAAAArc/NweZEUK4duA/s400/IMG_0430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300540714051726002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9NC48nN6I/AAAAAAAAArU/71P4QOGX7Z4/s1600-h/IMG_0339-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9NC48nN6I/AAAAAAAAArU/71P4QOGX7Z4/s400/IMG_0339-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300539998480054178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi also love to make things with paper. She loves to cut out things, draw, and she loves to make books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9SoUZbWFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YmJhwSo55-c/s1600-h/chuckecheese%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9SoUZbWFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YmJhwSo55-c/s400/chuckecheese%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300546139061966930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madi really wants to go to Chuck E. Cheese's. She made this collage and hung it on the fridge as a reminder for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9SH_rv6ZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Q2_ZL5KITZ8/s1600-h/dinnerart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9SH_rv6ZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Q2_ZL5KITZ8/s400/dinnerart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300545583745853842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture and "mom and dad" making dinner. "Mom is the one in the dress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9R5hi2FwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BVnxTtaAEq0/s1600-h/dorastickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9R5hi2FwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BVnxTtaAEq0/s400/dorastickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300545335137277698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a beautiful page that she made with her Dora stickers. Unfortunately, Tyli has become so obsessed with Dora that we had to remove this picture from the fridge. Every time she saw she would then want to watch a show of "Dowa and Poot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9RhKMhi7I/AAAAAAAAArs/X5Klx27wA6w/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9RhKMhi7I/AAAAAAAAArs/X5Klx27wA6w/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300544916552780722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a book that Madi made at church. She draws the pictures then tapes them together herself. The last page was a list of treats she likes. She is definitely my daughter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi's imagination lights up our lives. Daily we are laughing about something she did or made. We love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5735202292935365709?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5735202292935365709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5735202292935365709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5735202292935365709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5735202292935365709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/madis-imagination.html' title='Madi&apos;s Imagination'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SZ5ECylPt7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/UxX9f8YiEgs/s72-c/1.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3904375040162446185</id><published>2009-02-08T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:04:13.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Official "Unofficial" Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>I have a best friend that I've had since I was five. Pretty amazing, I know. I can even brag that we really have been very close during all of that time, and even still hang out and talk all of the time.  Pretty incredible!  Her little brother, Tate, was recently married and I went to take some "snapshots" of the wedding lunch. I had so much fun. They are the cutest couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love black and white  pictures, especially for weddings. It is just so classic. So here a just a few pictures in my version of the "Black and White Story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9BlH6eRBI/AAAAAAAAApU/nwH8XoANYBY/s1600-h/100_2353-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9BlH6eRBI/AAAAAAAAApU/nwH8XoANYBY/s400/100_2353-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300527392473629714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9BxDzYSTI/AAAAAAAAApc/-q9SJFVSLQE/s1600-h/IMG_0606-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9BxDzYSTI/AAAAAAAAApc/-q9SJFVSLQE/s400/IMG_0606-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300527597528566066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9CJbVVQ4I/AAAAAAAAApk/5MJtChR2lug/s1600-h/100_2393-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9CJbVVQ4I/AAAAAAAAApk/5MJtChR2lug/s400/100_2393-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300528016161850242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9CgrJCQ-I/AAAAAAAAAps/P3SgLKNAIS0/s1600-h/100_2434-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9CgrJCQ-I/AAAAAAAAAps/P3SgLKNAIS0/s400/100_2434-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300528415542232034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9HcgkT4bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SJRXW8k9cfE/s1600-h/IMG_0691-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9HcgkT4bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SJRXW8k9cfE/s400/IMG_0691-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300533841542504882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9DDybbpvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/oBAMKung82o/s1600-h/100_2440-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9DDybbpvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/oBAMKung82o/s400/100_2440-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300529018793862898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9DQxZYDDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/17ox1qPqX1w/s1600-h/100_2442-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9DQxZYDDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/17ox1qPqX1w/s400/100_2442-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300529241855102002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9DffBlO1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/6Ev_RFkhN20/s1600-h/100_2456-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9DffBlO1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/6Ev_RFkhN20/s400/100_2456-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300529494621502290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9D9y5DfNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5tgechgAWzg/s1600-h/100_2464-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9D9y5DfNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5tgechgAWzg/s400/100_2464-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300530015350521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9IWCNuCuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4Y6qv-9KHkU/s1600-h/100_2575-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9IWCNuCuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4Y6qv-9KHkU/s400/100_2575-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300534829827099362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9EkmRLvkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/04WQtoZQEHM/s1600-h/100_2588-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9EkmRLvkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/04WQtoZQEHM/s400/100_2588-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300530681976962626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9FAf-t6eI/AAAAAAAAAqk/m91lyeV2tKk/s1600-h/100_2528-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9FAf-t6eI/AAAAAAAAAqk/m91lyeV2tKk/s400/100_2528-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300531161325234658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9F5xM6BOI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Mo-I7B0eIC4/s1600-h/100_2471-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9F5xM6BOI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Mo-I7B0eIC4/s400/100_2471-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300532145200694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3904375040162446185?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3904375040162446185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3904375040162446185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3904375040162446185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3904375040162446185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-official-unofficial-photo.html' title='My First Official &quot;Unofficial&quot; Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9BlH6eRBI/AAAAAAAAApU/nwH8XoANYBY/s72-c/100_2353-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7664826832862978702</id><published>2009-01-31T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:36:54.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Things I Adore About Jon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SYTuc_6kraI/AAAAAAAAAo8/pwLjzEB6Ed4/s1600-h/IMG_6237-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SYTuc_6kraI/AAAAAAAAAo8/pwLjzEB6Ed4/s400/IMG_6237-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297621243655400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you meet your husband?&lt;br /&gt;We met in first grade.&lt;br /&gt;2. How long did you date before you got married?&lt;br /&gt;About four years. It took a major accident for me to realize I really liked him. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you been married?&lt;br /&gt;10 1/2 years&lt;br /&gt;4. What does he do that surprises you?&lt;br /&gt;When he plans a special date.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite feature of his?&lt;br /&gt;I love the laugh wrinkles around his eyes, especially when he is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is his best quality?&lt;br /&gt;He is always so thoughtful and I know he would do ANYTHING for me. Even puppy sit other people's dogs, make treats for my young women, build things for the scouts, draw pictures for my classes, even tie bows on invitations. He's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;7. What is his nickname for you?&lt;br /&gt;Hun.&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, pizza, and more pizza.&lt;br /&gt;9. What is his favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Golf, basketball, snowboarding and mountain biking.&lt;br /&gt;10. When and Where was your 1st kiss?&lt;br /&gt;I think on a camping trip????&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Anything and everything! Everything is more fun with Jon. We especially love doing anything outside, vacations, fun outing with the kids, staying up late to watch some of our favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;Two sweet girls.&lt;br /&gt;13. Does he have any hidden talents?&lt;br /&gt;He hides his super funny, sarcastic sense of humor if he doesn't know you very well. He is Mr. Fix-it from houses to cars. He can dance like John Travolta. (He claims he can't, but I've seen it!) He can juggle.&lt;br /&gt;14. How old his he?&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;15. Who said I love you first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;....me?&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;He likes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beastie&lt;/span&gt; Boys, Jack Johnson, Ben Folds Five and some weird music like Japanese Rap.&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you admire most about him?&lt;br /&gt;His patience with our children, how hard he works to support our family, how nice he can be to me even if I'm not being nice to him, his willingness to check in his man card (as he calls it) so often to play dress up and tea parties with the girls, and best of all that he is able to live through the emotional ups and downs in a house full of girls. ;)&lt;br /&gt;18. What is his favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Blue maybe?&lt;br /&gt;19. Will he read this?&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure that he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7664826832862978702?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7664826832862978702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7664826832862978702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7664826832862978702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7664826832862978702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/19-things-i-adore-about-jon.html' title='19 Things I Adore About Jon'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SYTuc_6kraI/AAAAAAAAAo8/pwLjzEB6Ed4/s72-c/IMG_6237-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6372772476832499043</id><published>2009-01-25T10:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:39:17.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding the Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyxph5PbSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HRYQP0KtFfE/s1600-h/IMG_0369-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyxph5PbSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HRYQP0KtFfE/s400/IMG_0369-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295302588912069922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyw5bLq-4I/AAAAAAAAAos/6aA_ZqqRLds/s1600-h/IMG_0373-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyw5bLq-4I/AAAAAAAAAos/6aA_ZqqRLds/s400/IMG_0373-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301762476604290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXywoCunGhI/AAAAAAAAAok/pBhriBD4dd0/s1600-h/IMG_0379-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXywoCunGhI/AAAAAAAAAok/pBhriBD4dd0/s400/IMG_0379-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301463854488082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXywVNZpKmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/VTgQQb4uj2E/s1600-h/IMG_0394-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXywVNZpKmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/VTgQQb4uj2E/s400/IMG_0394-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301140301818466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyv9p57pUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/N2uDd5yGKYo/s1600-h/IMG_0406-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyv9p57pUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/N2uDd5yGKYo/s400/IMG_0406-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295300735636579650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyvnWeA1DI/AAAAAAAAAoM/CQVXDcD4JgE/s1600-h/IMG_0407-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyvnWeA1DI/AAAAAAAAAoM/CQVXDcD4JgE/s400/IMG_0407-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295300352462083122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyu_EH84AI/AAAAAAAAAoE/aiRp-kNij-A/s1600-h/IMG_0415-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyu_EH84AI/AAAAAAAAAoE/aiRp-kNij-A/s400/IMG_0415-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295299660342943746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyuGiaeGWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QC_lMc9hiZI/s1600-h/IMG_0418-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyuGiaeGWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QC_lMc9hiZI/s400/IMG_0418-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295298689221138786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXytwLttPRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ikC5E79zVlo/s1600-h/IMG_0421-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXytwLttPRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ikC5E79zVlo/s400/IMG_0421-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295298305170685202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda came over on Tuesday with her kids. Madi and Ty adore them. We had a fun time playing around the house. We then decided to get some fresh or more like polluted, air. We headed down to the ponds to feed the ducks. The kids had a great time! It was such a beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6372772476832499043?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6372772476832499043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6372772476832499043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6372772476832499043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6372772476832499043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeding-ducks.html' title='Feeding the Ducks'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXyxph5PbSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HRYQP0KtFfE/s72-c/IMG_0369-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3534937224882686419</id><published>2009-01-25T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:17:01.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hope With a New President</title><content type='html'>I was really looking forward to watching the Inauguration Tuesday.  It was incredible! Sometimes you have those moments where you are so happy to be alive, to be a part of history is quite amazing. I think that regardless of ones political views, a person can only be excited for this new president. The possibility of change at a time when our country and world seems to be falling apart instills me with hope. I thought his speech was beautiful and moving. It really did bring tears to my eyes, to which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; replied, "It's OK mom. I know that sometimes you cry when you're happy." I know only time will tell if and how this new president will overcome the challenges and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; that our country is faced with at this time, but I am hopeful that he will be able to unify our country and help those in need.&lt;br /&gt;I also loved that prayers were included and many references to God. It seems like we live in such a politically correct time, that you can barely talk about God (unless you're cursing, then feel free to say it as much as you'd like).  How refreshing to have someone proudly proclaim their beliefs to all. I love that he ended his speech with "God bless America!" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; pray he will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3534937224882686419?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3534937224882686419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3534937224882686419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3534937224882686419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3534937224882686419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-hope-with-new-president.html' title='New Hope With a New President'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7434620082939551756</id><published>2009-01-25T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:03:10.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madi's First Time Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXypS1yuOgI/AAAAAAAAAno/F3vT752wHp8/s1600-h/IMG_0367-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXypS1yuOgI/AAAAAAAAAno/F3vT752wHp8/s400/IMG_0367-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295293403023424002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXynxrGZiWI/AAAAAAAAAng/VFZUYK6QkGU/s1600-h/IMG_0366-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXynxrGZiWI/AAAAAAAAAng/VFZUYK6QkGU/s400/IMG_0366-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295291733705853282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXym54ZwYBI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yU4ekxI3ejw/s1600-h/IMG_0368-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXym54ZwYBI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yU4ekxI3ejw/s400/IMG_0368-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290775204028434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For family night last week we took Madi bowling for the first time. She loved it! She loved going out and throwing the ball. Jon and I would laugh when she would toss it and still be five feet away from the lane. Luckily it stayed on our side. She did great! We all had a blast. I will also add the Jon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; beat me by a few points. He was full of excuses! I guess technically it was Tyli's first time bowling as well, but she wouldn't get off of our laps so I'm not counting it. You have to at least roll a ball.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7434620082939551756?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7434620082939551756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7434620082939551756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7434620082939551756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7434620082939551756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/madis-first-time-bowling.html' title='Madi&apos;s First Time Bowling'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXypS1yuOgI/AAAAAAAAAno/F3vT752wHp8/s72-c/IMG_0367-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3779496867017206277</id><published>2009-01-23T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:56:31.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jami's French Mastiff Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXp1QNTEb-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aardl3MqqjI/s1600-h/1.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXp1QNTEb-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aardl3MqqjI/s400/1.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294673233235439586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Jami just bread her dog. Madi and Ty have been in puppy heaven! Neither of them have any fear for dogs. They just can't get enough. I guess I'm just the mean mom that will never let them have one. (At least not for another ten years.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3779496867017206277?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3779496867017206277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3779496867017206277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3779496867017206277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3779496867017206277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/jamis-french-mastiff-puppies.html' title='Jami&apos;s French Mastiff Puppies'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXp1QNTEb-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aardl3MqqjI/s72-c/1.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7909945586231352722</id><published>2009-01-23T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:34:06.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends For Life</title><content type='html'>Friendships change all through life. Different friends help you through different times.  It seems that every stage I've been through brings someone new into my life. Often, so many friendships fade, but the ones that don't are the friends you just might keep forever.  I have a group of friends that really are my friends for life. These girls honestly helped me through the most challenging years. Most of which I'd like to forget, but they don't hold that against me.  Life has taken us in so many different directions, yet when we get together it really is as if nothing has changed. I love them all so much. I am so proud of the amazing things they each are accomplishing with their lives.  I guess the moral of the story is... junior high sleepovers are the foundation for a lifetime of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXpckqrPnbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ji-a0RD-lrU/s1600-h/IMG_0242-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXpckqrPnbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ji-a0RD-lrU/s400/IMG_0242-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294646096928153010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7909945586231352722?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7909945586231352722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7909945586231352722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7909945586231352722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7909945586231352722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-for-life.html' title='Friends For Life'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SXpckqrPnbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ji-a0RD-lrU/s72-c/IMG_0242-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5033613323202006198</id><published>2009-01-11T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:28:03.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Best Time is Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Christmas. I love the parties, the music, the feeling of the year, the reason we celebrate, all of it. I especially love how it brings us so close to all of our family. We make so many memories and love spending time with the dear people we love. These are some of our very best moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Small town nativity collection and light parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our town right after Thanksgiving the local tabernacle displays a collection of nativities from all over the world. It really is amazing to see the different interpretations of our Savior's birth. They also have a live nativity, different performers, and kids crafts. We then go to a light parade which is mostly old cars with Christmas lights strung on them. It's always fun to be out and we are always anxiously waiting for the finale, Santa on the fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgn3jN3FUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gL3GW9GU7vk/s1600-h/IMG_7188-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgn3jN3FUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gL3GW9GU7vk/s400/IMG_7188-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289521597646312770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madi loves to guess where the nativities are from. It's quite entertaining considering she really has no sense of geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgoY37jydI/AAAAAAAAAko/cftpOxx4HZE/s1600-h/IMG_7191-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgoY37jydI/AAAAAAAAAko/cftpOxx4HZE/s400/IMG_7191-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289522170142378450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon is such a hands on dad. He is always helping the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgoyrHJzzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/hhFzi3ZaDdc/s1600-h/IMG_7194-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgoyrHJzzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/hhFzi3ZaDdc/s400/IMG_7194-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289522613377945394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent more time waiting for the light parade than watching it. Santa made it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Festival of Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Festival of Trees is a spectacular experience. I am always in awe of the beauty of this collection. It really is incredible. This was was very special because there was a tree just for Steve. I never wanted to make this trip for such a personal reason. He really was such an amazing man. It made this year much more meaningful. We met the Browns there and spent time looking at the sights with Cindy, Lizzy and Ben. The kids got to do some crafts, play some games and watch some of the performers. We definitely had our favorite trees, like the one made entirely of glass or the one decorated with the Grinch. All of the money is for a children's hospital and it is a volunteer run event. This is a great way to jump start the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgriB-PbvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wolmhz1VOHA/s1600-h/12.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgriB-PbvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wolmhz1VOHA/s400/12.06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289525625991687922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Going to see the Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love going to see the lights. We usually go to all of the major cities events and then the local parks. Our favorite one is close by and they lights up different Christmas and animal things. They even have monkeys that climb trees and frogs that jump in a pond. We love it! This year we went with Jon's cousins Mike and Crystal. Madi love hanging out with "little" Chase and Tyli loves Payton. We always have so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpdS-QOcxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/z8wzqAkqEm4/s1600-h/IMG_7195-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpdS-QOcxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/z8wzqAkqEm4/s400/IMG_7195-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290143292830151442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpdb4yG_NI/AAAAAAAAAlg/M_sPRfeJ-Os/s1600-h/IMG_7196-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpdb4yG_NI/AAAAAAAAAlg/M_sPRfeJ-Os/s400/IMG_7196-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290143445980478674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to visit with Santa when we stopped to get hot chocolate! It doesn't get better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Decorating Grandma Donna's tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new fun tradition that Madi especially loves is decorating Grandma Donna's tree. Madi LOVES the Barbie ornaments. She also love the spinning tree. We really enjoy sharing this alone time with both grandma and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqJV_tokAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ty7rb7VSZxI/s1600-h/IMG_0048-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqJV_tokAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ty7rb7VSZxI/s320/IMG_0048-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290191723273162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fulks Family Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had a differnt kind of family party. We took dinner to a homeless shelter. This was very humbling to see the challenging circumstances so many familes face. It was a wonderful experience. Thank you Brenda and Darrin for organizing it. After we had a ball visiting the lights. It was lightly snowing and made for a very beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Eve with the Gabberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we spend Christmas Eve with my family. Jon grew up listening to a recording of the Nativity Story. As we drive to grandmas we listen to this. It makes it a special trip. My mom makes yummy chili and clam chowder for dinner. We visit the Ogden lights which is really cool. They have different little village scenes decorated in some sort of Holiday theme. Christmas music is played all throught the park. It was awesome. This year everyone else pooped out except for Jami. We still loved it!&lt;br /&gt;Grandma always give each child a special scavenger hunt to look for their presents, which they love as much, if not more than the actual present. She also gives each grandchild pajamas, which usually match. This year Jami surprised the old kids with cool light Sabers. It was the highlight of the night. After they were opened we spent the rest of the night have sword fights with the lights off. (The light sabors lit up.) It was so fun. Thanks Jami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY8_mfs9fXI/AAAAAAAAApE/DJBa6f5PBsE/s1600-h/Jami%27s+Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY8_mfs9fXI/AAAAAAAAApE/DJBa6f5PBsE/s400/Jami%27s+Pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300525217016020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9AIvU-UzI/AAAAAAAAApM/Qw3b_MJbnrc/s1600-h/Jami%27s+Pics1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SY9AIvU-UzI/AAAAAAAAApM/Qw3b_MJbnrc/s400/Jami%27s+Pics1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300525805325931314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Christmas Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it that my girls can sleep in on Christmas morning. This year we didn't wake up until 9:00. They were so excited! We just have a fun morning opening presents and playing with our new toys. The girls both got what they wanted, plus a couple of surprises. Madi loved her doll that goes potty and snowboard. Tyli loved her rocking horse and new table. I also surprised Jon this year with a speedy remote control car. He has always wanted one and I got a great deal on a used one. He loved it! I guess he does enough tea parties and doll games to get a boy toy once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqL4-N5WJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gMWfmpbzmXs/s1600-h/xmasmorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqL4-N5WJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gMWfmpbzmXs/s400/xmasmorning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290194523190286482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas day with the Browns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always spend Christmas day with the Browns. This year was so hard without Steve. Luckily we had puppy Bella to help a little. Cindy and Steve's parents made a yummy breakfast. We then spent the rest of the day playing with new stuff.  We eat, relax, sleep, watch movies, just whatever we want. Jon and Michael always spend as much time as possible playing whatever new video game Michael got. This year I bought Michael a rocket set that uses mentos and a 2 liter bottle of soda. I drug everyone out in the cold and snow to watch it go off. It was so windy it didn't go as high as it should have, then it tipped over. By the time I had turned around everyone had already bolted inside. Wusses! It was funny though. Later Meg was eating Mentos and drinking soda together. I wonder which end that explosion came out. :) Christmas day is our absolute favorite time with them. It's not very often you find a day when everyone is around at the same time so I treasure these moments together!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqNPuNlFeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/cOEp5sJUVXI/s1600-h/Browns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqNPuNlFeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/cOEp5sJUVXI/s400/Browns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290196013542610402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabbert Family Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and Jen live far enough away that we don't get to see them as often as we like, so this is always our special day with them. We get together for brunch. Jen always makes yummy quiche which everyone loves. After we eat, the guys might plays some video games, we'll chat or watch movies. Sometimes we'll go out sledding witht the kids. It's really just a fun day that we all just hang out together.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jodi/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jodi/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqPGdXUq_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/8K8obs13hb8/s1600-h/jen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqPGdXUq_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/8K8obs13hb8/s400/jen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290198053424507890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqP_rdlEHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mP-zAMU_b38/s1600-h/IMG_0059-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqP_rdlEHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mP-zAMU_b38/s320/IMG_0059-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290199036461387890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqPViCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/wUKPa14-Ljs/s1600-h/jen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqPViCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/wUKPa14-Ljs/s400/jen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290198312376999874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Years with the Pehrsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for every New Years of our marriage we have spent it with Casey and Elise. Some years we have gone out, but for the past several we have just stayed home and hung out. It might seem uneventful, but we love it! It is low stress and we always have fun with our best friends. This year we all bundled up at ten o'clock at night and went outside to sled and snowboard on the hill in the back yard. The kids had a blast! Poor Ethan got stuck wearing Tyli's snow clothes. It was so funny. He was dressed up in a purple and pink snowsuit that was just a little snug. It was hilarious! He didn't care though, he was just excited to snowboard. We will bring in the new year with a lot of noise and fireworks. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqQwkjDGgI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xZXbUdN5Osk/s1600-h/newyears2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqQwkjDGgI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xZXbUdN5Osk/s320/newyears2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290199876418869762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best holiday season ever! It was so fun to see the girls interact and share in all of the fun. It was just full of those moments that you never want to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5033613323202006198?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5033613323202006198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5033613323202006198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5033613323202006198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5033613323202006198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-best-time-is-christmas-time.html' title='The Very Best Time is Christmas Time'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWgn3jN3FUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gL3GW9GU7vk/s72-c/IMG_7188-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7503106765582655875</id><published>2009-01-11T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:52:54.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know what it is about Christmas time, but it brings out the crafty person in me. This year I went a little overboard. I think because I've missed out the past two years. (Ty's birth one year and moving the next.) Our house was project central for many days. Here's what I accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 fleece hats- I made them for my preschool students and all of Madi's friends and cousins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqNm31hSlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NwiQyYM3aOo/s1600-h/hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqNm31hSlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NwiQyYM3aOo/s320/hats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290196411263044178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowman cans and kits- This are the cutest cans. I got the idea from the Festival of Trees. We filled them with a "Snowman Kit" that included marshmallows, pretzels, and a candy hat and buttons. Madi gave them to her friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpom8cCTHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zVKuZkm-Xd4/s1600-h/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpom8cCTHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zVKuZkm-Xd4/s320/IMG_0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290155730568105074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday purse/bags- We sewed some of these for the ornament swap and also for a few of Madi's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home made suckers for all of our neighbors and friends-This was fun as loved making suckers when I was younger. My dear childhood friend Rachel spent a day with me making these. We had the best time. Although we got much more visiting accomplished that actual suckers. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home made ornaments- See previous post "ornament" swap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pillows for my Brownies- I wanted to make something special for the Browns. I wanted to make a pillow for each one personally. I did a picture collage for each of the kids. I didn't expect this to be as hard as it was, emotionally I mean. I found myself sobbing more than once. AfterI got through the picture part it wasn't as hard. I was quite happy with the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpYYQGK2nI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jNsDNg5B07o/s1600-h/IMG_7378-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWpYYQGK2nI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jNsDNg5B07o/s400/IMG_7378-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290137885961017970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I might have gone a little craft crazy, but I loved every minute. (Minus the messes and the cleaning of the messes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7503106765582655875?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7503106765582655875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7503106765582655875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7503106765582655875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7503106765582655875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/craft-time.html' title='Craft Time'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWqNm31hSlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NwiQyYM3aOo/s72-c/hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5303477493831832540</id><published>2009-01-09T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:57:23.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>I have this amazing talented, cute, fun, friend, Stacy, who gave me one of her Christmas cards this year. With it she included a rhyming letter telling about her family events from the year. I LOVED it! It was so cute! I found myself rhyming for the next several days. I even sent her a rhyming email telling her how incredibly brilliant she is. I got so into it I decided to try my own rhyming letter. Although I could never match her expertise :) I decided to give it a try. I have to say I was quite impressed with myself. Of course, Jon did assist and give input.  I decided to post it here because I just couldn't send it to everyone. So Merry Christmas...again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s that special time of year that comes around with the snow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The presents, the tree, and the mistletoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We wanted to share with you some happy tidings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And tell you about our year with silly poem writings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twelve months it has been since we moved to our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We love it so much, lots of rooms that we roam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The best of friends we have made, our new ward we adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We feel so darn happy, we couldn’t ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A ten year anniversary, Jon and I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We visited Cancun, yes coming home was sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We relaxed, read, and slept, no kids waking us at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was the perfect vacation, we just had a ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We had a great summer, we swam until pruney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We played so much you might think that we’re looney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We ran races, joined parties, had picnics, went camping;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Watched movies, took walks, through the mountains went tramping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We have four year old Madi, who’s the party queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m scared of what she’ll be like as a teen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends, friends, friends; she can’t get enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She plays day and night, yah her life’s really rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To preschool she goes to learn something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She takes other classes like dance and music too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She is happy, funny, kind, and so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We love her a lot and think she’s quite neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tyli is two and TERRIBLE-y fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She likes to sing, dance, yell no, and can really run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She is learning to talk, more words she can say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like “Bussh” (bus), “noing” (snowing), “peas” (please), and “pay” (play).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She’s two going on twelve, with attitude to boot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But she keeps us all laughing; we think she’s a hoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She likes new adventures as long as mommy’s close by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her best friend is my leg, or my hip, or my thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jon’s the best dad, his girls are adored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He plays with them, reads to them, they never are bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For his forts he is famous, he kisses owies away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He sings such sweet lullabies, even bed bugs don’t stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When Jon’s not with his family, you’ll find him at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He thinks in code now, he’s a little berserk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He enjoys golfing, biking, and a new hobby, running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He’s handsome and funny and really quite cunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And as for me, I have so much going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It seems like I never even get to see Jon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I love every minute; my life is so full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With so much to do, not a minute is dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With the girls I have fun, we have outings galore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Preschool, scouts, tutoring, I couldn’t add anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there’s facebook and blogging, how did I live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who needs a clean house anyways, what’s that all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This year wasn’t all laughs, for we lost a dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When thinking of him, the tears never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone truly amazing called to above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our lives forever touched by his example and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This helps us reflect during this holiday season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And appreciate the Savior, our celebration reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The gospel brings peace and joy for sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And helps us through hard times and trials endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That being said, we send you good wishes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And all of our love, and lots of our kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Happy New Year, and Seasons Greetings too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feliz Navidad and a Merry Christmas to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWfTRlVa2HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IYnrJwegfrk/s1600-h/Christmas+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWfTRlVa2HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IYnrJwegfrk/s400/Christmas+Card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289428586403125362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5303477493831832540?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5303477493831832540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5303477493831832540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5303477493831832540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5303477493831832540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-card.html' title='Christmas Card'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SWfTRlVa2HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IYnrJwegfrk/s72-c/Christmas+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7137489612975726363</id><published>2008-12-28T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:04:34.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buppy Sitting</title><content type='html'>I love my brownies. I would do ANYTHING for them.  Even babysit a puppy for two weeks for them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, we actually loved the puppy so I don't know if  you could really call it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;. This is how it came to be...&lt;br /&gt;This time of year has been especially hard for them. My heart breaks every time I think about the absolute injustice of the whole situation.  Cindy knew that Christmas day was going to be especially challenging, considering it was the exact four month anniversary of their dad's death.  They have been through so much these past months and she wanted to do something special. Something BIG. Say, like, get them a puppy. They all wanted one so much that she wanted to do it, but knew it had to be a surprise. She had a particular dog in mind, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shorkie&lt;/span&gt;, which is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shitzu&lt;/span&gt; and a Yorkie mix.  I wanted to help her so I hunted online and called almost every pet store in the state. Our selection was very limited, but we finally found one at a pet store 45 minutes away. She stole away to see if this was the puppy they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;We both fell in love with it! She was/is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute! We had to have her, only Christmas was two weeks away. The pet store was going to charge a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; amount of money if they kept her, so I volunteered for the puppy sitting job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; were in heaven!! They loved her! They played and played and played with her. Every morning Ty would wake up and ask for the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Buppy&lt;/span&gt;". She didn't even mind being the puppy's chew toy. She would tell the puppy "NO!" then keep on doing exactly what she was doing.  I really am lucky that they both survived each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; thought the puppy was her baby. I even found her pushing the puppy around in her doll stroller. She loved showing her off. She even took her for show and tell. I agreed to this only because she may never in her life time have another chance to take a puppy for show and tell.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the dog was a big hit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; is crying less and less about the missing puppy, but she still asks for her every day. Luckily, Bella (her new name) has come to visit which has helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; was able to keep the puppy a secret even though we spent an entire day with the Browns before Christmas. I did threaten her with her life and many other things if she spilled the beans. Whatever I had to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day came... We planned an adorable way to surprise them and it worked! We left Bella hanging in a stocking on the porch, rang the doorbell and ran. The kids found her there. We could here them all screaming from our car. We gave them a few minutes then joined them for the fun. They were going crazy! All six kids were there, mom, grandparents and us. We were all so excited! They were so happy. I would have done anything to give them that moment! It was worth all of the biting and accidents for sure! Merry Christmas my Brownies! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVhoAvNia9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/VdfSeJBHnws/s1600-h/12.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVhoAvNia9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/VdfSeJBHnws/s400/12.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285088524601813970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7137489612975726363?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7137489612975726363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7137489612975726363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7137489612975726363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7137489612975726363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/buppy-sitting.html' title='Buppy Sitting'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVhoAvNia9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/VdfSeJBHnws/s72-c/12.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-9199674470136348484</id><published>2008-12-28T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:34:36.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ornament Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgQA36DeSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BYTWtiCkIPA/s1600-h/kidsornamentswap08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgQA36DeSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BYTWtiCkIPA/s400/kidsornamentswap08.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284991769912768802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year we participated in the Crafty Crow Kids Ornament Swap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; made several ornaments that we got to send to different kids all over the state, then they sent one of their homemade ornaments to us.  We sent some to Washington, Georgia, Florida, Washington, DC, Michigan, Arizona, and New York. It was so much fun sharing the holidays with others. This is a little of what we gave and what we received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every year we love to grow our own crystal snowflakes and turn them into ornaments, so we didn't have to think long before we knew what we were going to make for our new friends. This year it turned into quite the science experiment as we found we were growing different sizes of crystals. We had to try many different things like the amount of borax to use, the temperature of water, if the pipe cleaner was agitated, etc. Our conclusion was the type of pipe cleaner determines the size of the crystal. Puffier pipe cleaner grows smaller crystals. It took over our kitchen for several days. We had a great time. I think Jon and I may have had more fun than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgSBAMiuvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uHyS7gaG-i8/s1600-h/IMG_7182-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgSBAMiuvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uHyS7gaG-i8/s400/IMG_7182-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284993971161053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mixing our crystal potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jodi/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgTSbpHzPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pwyCqRMAKQA/s1600-h/IMG_7183-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgTSbpHzPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pwyCqRMAKQA/s400/IMG_7183-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995370098085106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; is excited for our project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgToffotjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8sDAk0FKI8I/s1600-h/IMG_7185-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgToffotjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8sDAk0FKI8I/s400/IMG_7185-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995749089162802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we had to let our "potion" sit for a couple of days while the crystals were growing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgU-nwtI3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/_HfFtDL0jLE/s1600-h/IMG_7240-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgU-nwtI3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/_HfFtDL0jLE/s400/IMG_7240-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284997228776989554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgVNuj72PI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ULKlqXY8eKo/s1600-h/ornament+bagsjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgVNuj72PI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ULKlqXY8eKo/s400/ornament+bagsjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284997488300513522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We thought it would be fun to send a bag for our friends to keep their ornaments in, just a little extra keepsake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; and I liked different material for the bags. We ended up compromising and made a few of each. Can you guess which one she chose out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgaERBBD_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/nNGC5KF-MB0/s1600-h/12.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgaERBBD_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/nNGC5KF-MB0/s400/12.11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285002823308742642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some of the ornaments we received. We LOVED them all. What a fun thing to do! Thank you so much to all of our new friends who shared with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-9199674470136348484?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9199674470136348484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=9199674470136348484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/9199674470136348484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/9199674470136348484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/ornament-swap.html' title='Ornament Swap'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVgQA36DeSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BYTWtiCkIPA/s72-c/kidsornamentswap08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5836973162258660262</id><published>2008-12-27T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:12:50.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Festivities</title><content type='html'>It was actually fun celebrating Ty's birthday this year.  I was worried with December being such a busy month, but luckily it's far enough away from Christmas that it wasn't too bad.  It was just another fun thing! Madi took the day off from school and joined us for story time. Then we had lunch with the Chamberlains at Arctic Circle. Tyli loves playing on the playground there. It is just her size.&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to dinner at the Mayan with some of my family. I thought Tyli would love it with the pools and diving and fun animals. She didn't! The loud music and the dressed up divers with their drums were not the hit I though they would be. Luckily everyone else had fun and I think Ty liked it in the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;We had a family dinner on Sunday. Jon, Madi and I made Tyli's cake. We had so much fun working together. Madi picked out the Curious George theme because that is Tyli's favorite show. She loves her Curious George stuffed animal and makes a monkey sound whenever she sees him.  Jon helped mix the frosting and drew George on the cake, Madi picked out the colors (hence pink frosting), thought of the bananas, and helped do some of the details. She also was very excited to do Tyli's name...because she knew how to spell it.  It was perfect for us because we all worked together. We were quite pleased with ourselves considering it was the first cake we ever designed. Next year will be even better.&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time with cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. Ty got a robotic kitty, a tea set, a ball popper, a tent, aqua doodle, the book "Miss Moo Goes to the Zoo"  and some clothes. She is a very spoiled and happy two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbxB55PwGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aLslvRBFyjk/s1600-h/IMG_7318-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbxB55PwGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aLslvRBFyjk/s400/IMG_7318-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676227788947554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever we ask Tyli how old she is, she raises up her whole hand. We decided to write a 2 on it, then people would know she was 2, not 5. We thought we were so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbxalxsjGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/mvfoolpjHto/s1600-h/IMG_7302-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbxalxsjGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/mvfoolpjHto/s400/IMG_7302-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676651885300834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty spending the day with her favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbxqXmnFFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/c2zyOU6ybtY/s1600-h/IMG_7305-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbxqXmnFFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/c2zyOU6ybtY/s400/IMG_7305-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676922958615634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyli didn't really enjoy the diving show. Ooops! Sorry Ty. Maybe we can try again when you are three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbyBF-DDRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/m9QbjzStqu0/s1600-h/IMG_7329-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbyBF-DDRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/m9QbjzStqu0/s400/IMG_7329-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284677313362070802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first home made cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbyghLXm2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/r4JzwWowvbI/s1600-h/IMG_7357-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbyghLXm2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/r4JzwWowvbI/s400/IMG_7357-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284677853241645922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbzCVBFXaI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZQSDpL7-OHM/s1600-h/IMG_7366-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbzCVBFXaI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZQSDpL7-OHM/s400/IMG_7366-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284678434092834210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty LOVES her cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbyODH5JPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hY9MIvVRH5Y/s1600-h/IMG_7354-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbyODH5JPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hY9MIvVRH5Y/s400/IMG_7354-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284677535936357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yipee! Presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVby5-y1API/AAAAAAAAAig/XEPQmBRQujI/s1600-h/IMG_7356-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVby5-y1API/AAAAAAAAAig/XEPQmBRQujI/s400/IMG_7356-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284678290688508146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVcl9XNlGdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CUwEs-rRQxg/s1600-h/IMG_7264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVcl9XNlGdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CUwEs-rRQxg/s400/IMG_7264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284734423875787218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty playing with/in some of her favorite gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5836973162258660262?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5836973162258660262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5836973162258660262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5836973162258660262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5836973162258660262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-festivities.html' title='Birthday Festivities'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SVbxB55PwGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aLslvRBFyjk/s72-c/IMG_7318-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5229603338302585201</id><published>2008-12-11T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:20:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Year Old Tyli (Sniff! Sniff!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SUHlX_TaWHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ET-7KCfqudw/s1600-h/IMG_7319-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SUHlX_TaWHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ET-7KCfqudw/s400/IMG_7319-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278752438547535986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; looks two, she acts two, mathematically her life span equals two years, but I still can’t believe it! It has all passed so quickly blurring together with a few shining memories standing out above the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I recall with perfect clarity the night she was born. Her due date was December 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but with her sister being three weeks early I was certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; would be as well.  So her birthday would be December 3. I waited impatiently for the day to arrive. It did…and then it left again with no baby. And so did the 4, 5, 6, 7 8, 9 and then the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; came. I thought the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; would be the perfect date. I can’t explain why, it was just a good number. Unfortunately Ty missed it by a measly hour. So the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of her birth was sick and terrifying. She came out with a really low heart rate. She was all floppy with no muscle tone and not a sound to be made. It’s a scary thing when the doctor and nurses start giving those serious looks to each other. I just kept asking if she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and nobody would really say anything. For the first time I really understand how one minute can feel like an hour. I’m pretty sure it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t longer than a few minutes but it really did feel like an eternity. Finally, FINALLY, a little squawk was heard, then more and more. The relief was overwhelming! After a while all of her levels got to a good point I finally got to see her. She was beautiful! I instantly fell in love! She had to be monitored closely for the next twenty-four hours, but she never had to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;intensive care&lt;/span&gt; which I was grateful for. She grew stronger and stronger. And today, on her second birthday, she is an adorable, healthy, smart baby…OK I guess I will have to start calling her a little girl. (Only in public though!! At home, baby it is. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty definitely has me (who am I kidding? the entire family!) wrapped around her little finger. We cater to her every need and whim. From the way we get her breakfast bowl in the morning, to hunting high and low for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;, to giving in to every cry. Yep. She’s a little spoiled. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have it any other way! I guess I could do without her yelling no at me every time I ask her a question, or I’d love it if she potty trained in a day, or if she could communicate exactly what she wanted to avoid meltdowns. Other than that she is PERFECT! I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things we love most about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Mom- She has the cutest laugh. She is so ticklish I can hear it whenever I want. I love how she makes up her own sign language to tell me what she wants. She wakes up with a smile every single day. On days I have to wake her up, she’ll even smile at me with her eyes closed.. She is the boogie queen and loves to dance! She makes everyone in our family happy.&lt;br /&gt;Dad- She says “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;poopoo&lt;/span&gt;” and points to her bum every time she does any business at all in her diaper, including fluffs.&lt;br /&gt;Sissy- She plays with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; loves:&lt;br /&gt;Movie- “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;” (aka, The Letter Factory)&lt;br /&gt;Book-  “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Arggg&lt;/span&gt;”-Zoo book&lt;br /&gt;Food- grapes, yogurt, and everything else that is unhealthy&lt;br /&gt;Unique things about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;She loves salad, she scoots down the stairs on her bum, she has incredible fine motor skills (like putting beads on a string by herself), she loves to color and color and color, she loves to point our every bus when we are driving (“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;busthhhh&lt;/span&gt;!”), she takes a while to warm up to new people and new situations,  she slept through every important event the first year of her life, she is a best friend to two thirty-two year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and a four year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ty Ty! 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Sniff!)'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SUHlX_TaWHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ET-7KCfqudw/s72-c/IMG_7319-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6586286027394118114</id><published>2008-12-07T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:23:25.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Elves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A908135" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=YNL4CD2FxFPiK21y&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=YNL4CD2FxFPiK21y&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=YNL4CD2FxFPiK21y&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvpOdnb4cI/AAAAAAAAAgY/C45Qy-OOXHQ/s400/IMG_7199-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277067823072141762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvotJGzREI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/y1Fb041Qd1A/s1600-h/IMG_7207-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvotJGzREI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/y1Fb041Qd1A/s400/IMG_7207-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277067250630870082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvodDpUlTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OjObvbc67e8/s1600-h/IMG_7205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvodDpUlTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OjObvbc67e8/s400/IMG_7205-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277066974287140146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvoROm_zkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HxeO4VMOpyY/s1600-h/IMG_7209-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvoROm_zkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HxeO4VMOpyY/s400/IMG_7209-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277066771071749698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvn-8KZDCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rrtYSreq7hY/s1600-h/IMG_7210-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvn-8KZDCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rrtYSreq7hY/s400/IMG_7210-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277066456882285602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent yesterday afternoon picking up the rest of the leaves. That's right! December 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Insane! It was so warm outside we just wore sweaters. It really was a beautiful day.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; always loves playing in the leaves so the girls had a great time. Our old house had so many leaves and trees that as we were cleaning up this pile of leaves it seemed like hardly any. It was just enough to make a big pile for cute pictures and a fun pile to jump in. When we were done, our yard looked ready for summer. It is seriously that warm. Come on snow! Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;(OK, I wrote this paragraph like I actually helped clean up the leaves, when Jon really did all of the work. I took fun photos though. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvtqxF4GfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/vi_N9pt0ads/s1600-h/leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvtqxF4GfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/vi_N9pt0ads/s400/leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277072707382942194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was taking a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt; on her cell phone, I remembered taking a similar picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; in the leaves reading a book. Pretty typical of their personalities I'd say. I just wonder if it's any indicator of what I'll be dealing with when they are teenagers. Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3091581961631378303?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3091581961631378303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3091581961631378303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3091581961631378303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3091581961631378303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-december.html' title='What the December?!!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STvpOdnb4cI/AAAAAAAAAgY/C45Qy-OOXHQ/s72-c/IMG_7199-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-4918794212190640096</id><published>2008-11-29T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:48:46.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Turkey Trot and a Turkey Dinner</title><content type='html'>I love Thanksgiving. It is so wonderful to take a minute and reflect on all of the things that I have to be grateful for. My list goes on and on. I have so much and I am so blessed. I only hope I can do good with all that I have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love Thanksgiving because I feel like it is the beginning of the "Holiday Season." From Thanksgiving through New Year's is such a special time. No other time of the year is filled with such service and love. Spending time with family and friends in a way that is different from the rest of the year. It just has a special feeling to it. I am really looking forward to every moment and experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that first experience was a 5K. What a way to spend Thanksgiving morning. It was rainy but not too cold. Jon and I have been running more and more so we were excited for this little home town event. Jami came to run with us. Wendy, Darin, Dylan, Brooklyn and Parker all joined in the fun. They are so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to run the entire race and finish under 30 min. Yeah! I did it! 28:50(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) was my time. I ran half of the race with Brooklyn at my side. I think she is going to have to be my new running partner. She was incredible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Dylan finished together in about 24 min. Jami came in right behind me. Parker is only 8 and he ran the whole thing. I hope my kids will be that tough when they get a little older. I really hope my wussy jeans skipped over them! Darin and&lt;br /&gt;Wendy ran the whole thing too! I seriously have the coolest family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that running a race on Thanksgiving really was a good idea. It really did make me appreciate my body. Every ache and pain reminded me how I am so blessed to have a healthy body.It definitely put a new spin to Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful dinner with my family. Scott and Jen came which made this Thanksgiving more memorable. Of course we missed my sister Jeri and her family. It was just a really relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we had pie with Jon's family. The kids were excited to play with their cousins so they had fun with that. Although much of the visit was spent Twilight bashing, I was still a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIR22ic5vI/AAAAAAAAAfw/T7_fMHURkmI/s1600-h/IMG_7165-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIR22ic5vI/AAAAAAAAAfw/T7_fMHURkmI/s400/IMG_7165-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274297747654895346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIRxWTVToI/AAAAAAAAAfo/HlfDNdIXG08/s1600-h/IMG_7167-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIRxWTVToI/AAAAAAAAAfo/HlfDNdIXG08/s400/IMG_7167-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274297653102202498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still smiling after the race. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIRpYFSbCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cYh4opqZsM8/s1600-h/collagerunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIRpYFSbCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cYh4opqZsM8/s400/collagerunning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274297516141210658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our running buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIRix-MgmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/w9J5xQRHvsw/s1600-h/IMG_7178-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIRix-MgmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/w9J5xQRHvsw/s400/IMG_7178-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274297402831700578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-4918794212190640096?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4918794212190640096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=4918794212190640096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4918794212190640096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/4918794212190640096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-trot-and-turkey-dinner.html' title='A Turkey Trot and a Turkey Dinner'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/STIR22ic5vI/AAAAAAAAAfw/T7_fMHURkmI/s72-c/IMG_7165-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-6332926610591468663</id><published>2008-11-24T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:15:59.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope this movie "sucks" in all the right ways!</title><content type='html'>I hoped this movie would "suck in all the right ways" and for me it did! I loved the movie! Of course it could never live up to the book, and there were changes, some for the good and some I didn't love, but overall I thought it was great! Edward totally grew on me (although he definitely got on my good side by posing with me in a picture before the movie), and I loved Bella. Jasper was a little weird, but the line in the movie describing him as if he were in pain made his facial expressions so funny that even he grew on me a little by the end. I loved how the high school scenes became more of a reality too, just the goofiness of that age. I guess I'm getting old and forgot a little how it is. I absolutely loved the baseball scene and I thought that the ballet studio scene was incredible! My least favorite part was Edward's diamond skin. That's just not how I pictured it! Oh well, I'll take the good with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was going to this movie with my sister, sister-in-law, niece, best friend, and cool neighbors. What more could a girl ask for? Twilight lovers unite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SSq0UaL_8nI/AAAAAAAAAe4/t0q_WCqE7V4/s1600-h/dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SSq0UaL_8nI/AAAAAAAAAe4/t0q_WCqE7V4/s400/dinner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272224576510620274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all met for dinner before the movie! Twenty of us in all. I know the coolest people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SSq1Fz58mwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SjvBW-kupSk/s1600-h/groupshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SSq1Fz58mwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SjvBW-kupSk/s400/groupshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272225425227815682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edward totally has his arm around me in this picture. Jon was so jealous!:)&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are nerdy enough to pose with people dressed up as characters from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure who these people are suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SSq1TywU5vI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/t3bjJL9-yFQ/s1600-h/movie+time2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SSq1TywU5vI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/t3bjJL9-yFQ/s400/movie+time2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272225665437198066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us in great anticipation for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast and although maybe everyone didn't LOVE it, no one was sorry they came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-6332926610591468663?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6332926610591468663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=6332926610591468663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6332926610591468663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/6332926610591468663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hope-this-movie-sucks-in-all-right.html' title='I hope this movie &quot;sucks&quot; in all the right ways!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SSq0UaL_8nI/AAAAAAAAAe4/t0q_WCqE7V4/s72-c/dinner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3805808691882320367</id><published>2008-11-21T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:25:50.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyli Shakin' her Boodie</title><content type='html'>Tyli LOVES to dance. She starts to boogie anytime, anyplace. We've started saying, "Ty  is shakin her boodie!" because she wiggles her bum to the beat. The only problem is Madi gets confused and she'll come and tell me, "Mommy, Ty is shakin her boobies". 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her Boodie'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-7869027470382689367</id><published>2008-11-13T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:58:36.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping With the Girls</title><content type='html'>My friends and I decided that we needed to have a girls day out. There is no better way to spend a girls day than shopping, shopping, eating and shopping some more. We had so much fun visiting all the great decorating stores and getting the good "after Halloween" deals. Then we got to have lunch at my favorite place, The Olive Garden. Yummmm! We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0EHkKY1qI/AAAAAAAAAek/wC4PH0hJCu0/s1600-h/IMG_7112-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0EHkKY1qI/AAAAAAAAAek/wC4PH0hJCu0/s400/IMG_7112-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371667106191010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the funnest girls to hang out with. Lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0D-j8AfpI/AAAAAAAAAec/VnnWxDnnwK0/s1600-h/IMG_7115-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0D-j8AfpI/AAAAAAAAAec/VnnWxDnnwK0/s400/IMG_7115-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371512427052690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite stores, which is funny, because I'm not even into decorating that much. But even I can appreciate cool stuff at reasonable prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0DwzOAagI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vzuqcRc0bK4/s1600-h/IMG_7116-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0DwzOAagI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vzuqcRc0bK4/s400/IMG_7116-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371276010908162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brent says that anyone who thinks there is a recession can come and visit us.&lt;br /&gt; I love his face in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0DbtKkadI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KD5GKQM8zMQ/s1600-h/IMG_7117-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0DbtKkadI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KD5GKQM8zMQ/s400/IMG_7117-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268370913608624594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When talking about trouble, these two are it. But I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-7869027470382689367?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7869027470382689367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=7869027470382689367' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7869027470382689367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/7869027470382689367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-with-girls.html' title='Shopping With the Girls'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SR0EHkKY1qI/AAAAAAAAAek/wC4PH0hJCu0/s72-c/IMG_7112-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-1432890665304817483</id><published>2008-11-03T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:12:13.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>This year was especially enjoyable because we got to visit so many fun cousins before we went trick-or-treating. Then Casey and Elise joined us to travel around from house to house. We had a blast in our new neighborhood!! It was so warm. It seemed as though the entire neighborhood was out. It really felt like one giant party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; is definitely a hard core trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;treater&lt;/span&gt;!! She traveled the entire ward without a complaint. Impressive!! The funniest part of the night was having this little car of teenagers slowly driving around blasting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mariachi&lt;/span&gt; music. Everyone in the car was wearing sombreros and bopping back and forth to the beat of the music. It is still so funny to me that I can laugh just thinking about it. I already loved my new neighborhood, but after such a fun night I don't know if I'll ever be able to move. Once we got home, we all pigged out on candy. What more can you ask for from Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-rOk84urI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cyq-NRlD5K4/s1600-h/IMG_7092-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-rOk84urI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cyq-NRlD5K4/s400/IMG_7092-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264614756344969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We always start Halloween night off with a visit to Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fulks&lt;/span&gt;. They always have yummy treats to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-tQYDU80I/AAAAAAAAAdU/GGTA4NOZ_7Y/s1600-h/oylers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-tQYDU80I/AAAAAAAAAdU/GGTA4NOZ_7Y/s400/oylers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264616986265318210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting Chase, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-thVMpSVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BprU4sxSJW4/s1600-h/IMG_7103-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-thVMpSVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BprU4sxSJW4/s400/IMG_7103-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617277556869458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting Brooklyn and Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-twj2IO7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/QCyq8EvJUh4/s1600-h/IMG_7104-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-twj2IO7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/QCyq8EvJUh4/s400/IMG_7104-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617539186998194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; has gone trick-or-treating every year of her life with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kambry&lt;/span&gt; and Bryce. It just isn't Halloween without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pehrsons&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-uCh9YdeI/AAAAAAAAAds/xIDvwwNBA-Q/s1600-h/IMG_7106-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-uCh9YdeI/AAAAAAAAAds/xIDvwwNBA-Q/s400/IMG_7106-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617847918196194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Casey, Elise, and Jon dressed up. Who wouldn't want to give this group extra treats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-uT3BdSFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/LHWPprBtI6A/s1600-h/IMG_7106-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-uT3BdSFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/LHWPprBtI6A/s400/IMG_7106-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264618145630210130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-uu_0_k5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/vyehCrZMweE/s1600-h/IMG_7110-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-uu_0_k5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/vyehCrZMweE/s400/IMG_7110-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264618611850318738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A visit from Grandma Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-ukBRrlKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UAPYKxIf8Ow/s1600-h/IMG_7107-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-ukBRrlKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UAPYKxIf8Ow/s400/IMG_7107-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264618423260517538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reaping the Rewards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-1432890665304817483?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1432890665304817483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=1432890665304817483' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1432890665304817483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/1432890665304817483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-rOk84urI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cyq-NRlD5K4/s72-c/IMG_7092-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-5008284045126397927</id><published>2008-11-03T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:41:51.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>We had a lot of fun this Halloween season. We had a blast at Halloween music makers, the neighborhood Halloween carnival, making ghost succers with the Hicks, making "mummy dogs" with some friends, as well as the many other things that I've already blogged about. We LOVE Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-nuOuRftI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G3R31hOD29k/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-nuOuRftI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G3R31hOD29k/s400/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264610902087401170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-5008284045126397927?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5008284045126397927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=5008284045126397927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5008284045126397927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/5008284045126397927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ-nuOuRftI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G3R31hOD29k/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3132159201024481579</id><published>2008-11-02T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:02:24.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumkins</title><content type='html'>It really isn't Halloween without some pumpkin carving action. This year we had a fun night up at the Browns. Cindy thought we had the best carved pumpkins in Bountiful and I think she is right! After all of our grueling efforts our pumpkins turned out AWESOME!! OK, we might be a little biased, but we had tons of fun and thought all of our effort paid off. We always go a little picture crazy. Here is some of the fun we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ32T9ygrHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ylHMX21EGjs/s1600-h/IMG_7048-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ32T9ygrHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ylHMX21EGjs/s400/IMG_7048-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264134362330344562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ33VBXE8dI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EdaxkeSrrfQ/s1600-h/IMG_7050-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ33VBXE8dI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EdaxkeSrrfQ/s400/IMG_7050-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264135479980519890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madi loves Mike and thought it was so cool that he helped her carve her pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ34XFV23hI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HALU1WAJNAo/s1600-h/IMG_7055-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ34XFV23hI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HALU1WAJNAo/s400/IMG_7055-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264136614920510994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meg always bring out the goofy side in everyone. She is so much fun to be around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ37uGCcWgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UyF8TV7doV4/s1600-h/IMG_7056-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ37uGCcWgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UyF8TV7doV4/s400/IMG_7056-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264140308779391490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael wasn't going to worry about anyone getting in his way. He was serious about getting this pumpkin cleaned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ38SppffAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/z6Qg8dlE9aM/s1600-h/IMG_7060-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ38SppffAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/z6Qg8dlE9aM/s400/IMG_7060-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264140936813706242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lizzy came up with her own cleaning technique...scour the pumpkin with soap and scrubbing brush. Her pumpkin was literally glowing when she was done. When we lit up our pumpkins after carving them, hers was the brightest one. I think she has found a special carving secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ39IG9rm1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ym1l-TLoKjc/s1600-h/IMG_7070-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ39IG9rm1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ym1l-TLoKjc/s400/IMG_7070-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264141855216081746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty was a good little helper. I was surprised at her patience with helping out on the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3-vV7rfBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4bt-m1Qf6ps/s1600-h/IMG_7057-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3-vV7rfBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4bt-m1Qf6ps/s400/IMG_7057-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264143628760742930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this isn't the best picture of Ben. He was such a sport with the girls. They followed him everywhere. They especially loved his bunny. Tyli thinks his burping is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4AbCSXaaI/AAAAAAAAAck/20KWCP3MXyo/s1600-h/daddy+and+kids-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4AbCSXaaI/AAAAAAAAAck/20KWCP3MXyo/s400/daddy+and+kids-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264145478913059234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon is the best dad! He has patience galore. He is definitely adored by his girls. They love doing anything with him. Here they are busy cutting out the fingers in their alien pumpkin. He says that if they can't have scary costumes at least they can have a scary pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4BjSGqVMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Q4c7LeWWKrg/s1600-h/carved+pumpkins-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4BjSGqVMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Q4c7LeWWKrg/s400/carved+pumpkins-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264146720109515970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pumpkin order...Lizzy, Meagan, Ben and Quinn, Jodi, Mike and Jon, Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4DXvJ5BvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j9mChSdX5UY/s1600-h/carved+pumpkin+group-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4DXvJ5BvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j9mChSdX5UY/s400/carved+pumpkin+group-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264148720772515570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this is our pumpkin carving group (minus a few.) We had a blast! And as Jon would say, only 364 more days until we get to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4HJVS7oHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/bbY6PW-Xlsg/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ4HJVS7oHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/bbY6PW-Xlsg/s400/collage7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264152871359455346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-3132159201024481579?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3132159201024481579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=3132159201024481579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3132159201024481579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/3132159201024481579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/carving-pumkins.html' title='Carving Pumkins'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ32T9ygrHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ylHMX21EGjs/s72-c/IMG_7048-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-2349974575683033351</id><published>2008-11-02T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:45:30.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Walk</title><content type='html'>Each year we look forward to visiting the Syracuse pumpkin walk with the Gabberts. The amount of pumpkins is quite amazing. As we stroll past them all we watch for some of our favorites. Tyli loved any with birds or funny faces. Madi loved Dora and all of the princess pumpkins. Jon likes the ones that are carved with such incredible detail. (Also, he like some that were about some video game. Go figure.) I really liked the detailed carving of the pumpkins that said "Don't touch the pumpkins!" all along the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love this tradition with the Gabbert grandparents and the Oylers. Jami and Sam joined us this year. Unfortunately Sam got called away on a fire right before the walk. We missed him!! Somehow we were still able to enjoy ourselves even with his absence. :) (We love you Sam!) It is just a really cool event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always end the trip with hot chocolate and treat from the firefighters. What fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3uQy-8lrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HPuC5Yk3Ifc/s1600-h/IMG_6999-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3uQy-8lrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HPuC5Yk3Ifc/s400/IMG_6999-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264125511797085874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love to get a cute picture with Grandma and Grandpa by all the pumpkin decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3uuJMOjgI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lPoZgKUr-BI/s1600-h/IMG_7000-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3uuJMOjgI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lPoZgKUr-BI/s400/IMG_7000-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126015974575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3vNZz_w1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/b6B1MhaPdaU/s1600-h/IMG_7011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3vNZz_w1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/b6B1MhaPdaU/s400/IMG_7011-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126553012290386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3z2YuSaLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/54ve7rQaooU/s1600-h/IMG_7012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3z2YuSaLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/54ve7rQaooU/s400/IMG_7012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264131655141058738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ30ey9E__I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Mj9e1ldax5c/s1600-h/IMG_7017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ30ey9E__I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Mj9e1ldax5c/s400/IMG_7017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264132349377183730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318576077695742660-2349974575683033351?l=fulksfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2349974575683033351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318576077695742660&amp;postID=2349974575683033351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2349974575683033351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318576077695742660/posts/default/2349974575683033351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulksfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-walk.html' title='Pumpkin Walk'/><author><name>Jodi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQ3uQy-8lrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HPuC5Yk3Ifc/s72-c/IMG_6999-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318576077695742660.post-3612248781345217618</id><published>2008-10-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:26:30.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute as a Bug</title><content type='html'>Halloween is definitely one of my favorite holidays!! I've always loved it. From childhood to present I love all of the fun memories. I remember the younger years. I was always a witch. My mom would paint my face with this horrible green paint. I hated it!! I still shy away from green paint. The funny thing is I still find I'll pull out the witch hat whenever I need a costume. I recall trick or treating until I was way too old to be doing it anymore. Then major Halloween parties and dances in my late teens and early twenties. Then the teaching years with fun visits from my students and barely moving off of my couch to answer the door because I was too tired from long teaching days. Now I love watching my kids enjoy the holiday. Dressing up is a daily activity in our house so it is fun to have others join in. Treats are pretty much a staple here too. We love them. (A little too much!)&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be one of the amazing mom's who sews elaborate costumes for their kids. Seeing how I have very minimal sewing skills, I did my best attempt this year. Fortunately in these pictures you can't see the crooked hems, uncut loose strings and all of the other mistakes. Luckily the girls are so cute you don't really even notice the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQkiTvmYzyI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KpEnZbBQFxQ/s1600-h/IMG_6977-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQkiTvmYzyI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KpEnZbBQFxQ/s400/IMG_6977-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262775362149469986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQkitq36HAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JniZkNN_V7E/s1600-h/IMG_6976-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3hWG960iSY/SQkitq36HAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JniZkNN_V7E/s400/IMG_6976-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262775807557377026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is she a natural or what? I did not teach or show her this. She just does it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.bl
