<?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-8681058351814465133</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:26:37.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullingim Family</title><subtitle type='html'>A family of Jesus Freaks...yes a whole family of them in their natural habitat...surrounded by diapers and toys.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-6015880709417484096</id><published>2010-04-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:53:21.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Say!</title><content type='html'>I fed the girls peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner tonight. Sarah ate most of hers, pushed her plate back and said, quite plainly: "I'm done with this garbage". I thought I might just go into labor over that, I was laughing so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-6015880709417484096?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6015880709417484096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=6015880709417484096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/6015880709417484096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/6015880709417484096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-they-say.html' title='The Things They Say!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-436996150460393236</id><published>2010-04-05T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:59:50.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Sugar Scramble of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/S7prXTxfv8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nfrK3AN4RMU/s1600/Easter+Sunday+Collage+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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Let's begin this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened back in my high school days, I can't remember if I was a sophomore or junior. The school district decided that it would be a fabulous idea to give each class a standardized personality test that was supposed to predict what we should be when we grew up. You know, according to our interests and personality strengths. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So after 2 hours of questions like “Do you prefer to sit alone in a cubical or slaughter helpless farm animals”, my test was done and submitted for interpretation. After waiting several weeks for the return of the test results, I found out my future career.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was destined to be a Vintner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What the heck is a Vintner?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A vintner is a person who makes wine. Yes, I was destined to be a lush. Of course, no one got the answer they expected. Very few of the tests actually predicted what us high school kids thought we wanted to be. We laughed over our results and then promptly forgot about them. We graduated high school and moved onto college. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fast forward 12 years. (Yes, 12 years. I’m getting old now). I’m the mother of 2 beautiful girls and have another girl who should arrive in April 2010.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a degree in Political Science and I am a stay at home mom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(By the way, thanks mom and dad for paying for my college education. Thank you for the $40,000 piece of paper.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had forgotten about that stupid career test, taken so long ago, until one of the girls who babysits for me mentioned that she had to take it the other day. I began to reminisce about how stupid I thought it was. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then it hit me. The stupid test was right! I became a vintner, of sorts! Only, my wine is spelled slightly different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I make whine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, the fruits of my life, my darling little girls, are big time WHINERS. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What a fool I was to doubt the validity of standardized tests. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/8681058351814465133-5580092092589325167?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5580092092589325167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=5580092092589325167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/5580092092589325167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/5580092092589325167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/revelations-on-my-chosen-carreer.html' title='Revelations on my Chosen Carreer'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-2640294113182662894</id><published>2010-01-28T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:51:25.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>So today, Sarah made me smile. She asked for an apple so I handed her one. She looked at me, looked at the apple, and looked at me again! Then she handed me the apple and demanded "Make it Nakey.".....so I peeled it for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-2640294113182662894?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2640294113182662894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=2640294113182662894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/2640294113182662894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/2640294113182662894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-7089252970616645917</id><published>2009-04-21T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:33:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oXqYkStI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dQiKfstmLvw/s1600-h/IMG_8110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380533693663954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oXqYkStI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dQiKfstmLvw/s320/IMG_8110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found these kites for a $1 at WalMart. Maddy chose Buzz Lightyear and Sarah liked the the one with Elmo. The kids played with these for about 10 minutes before they lost interest. It took Brice considerably longer to get tired of his. All around a good $2 investment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oXYzIpeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/viK7O2TjH3Q/s1600-h/IMG_8092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380528973260258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oXYzIpeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/viK7O2TjH3Q/s320/IMG_8092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked from our hotel to the local outlet mall. Brice and I splurged on some summer clothes. We both needed some new things to replace worn stuff from last year (and the year before that, and the year before that....). Sarah completely sacked out in the back pack, while Maddy relaxed and enjoyed her ride in the stroller. Mommy and Daddy were wiped out by the time we got there. Strangly enough, a sleeping child feels a lot heavier than one who is awake and active. I wonder what theory of reletivity that falls into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oWxflM_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mjiuXX7Hw58/s1600-h/IMG_8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380518422262770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oWxflM_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mjiuXX7Hw58/s320/IMG_8082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right out front of our hotel, they had this great swingset. We got there on Thursday night and walked out to the beach right away, even though it was cold and windy. We weren't on the beach 10 minutes when we found our first WHOLE sand dollar. That has never happended to me before. I took that as God's blessing on our first family trip together (without friends or grandparents. Not that we don't love you all, but it was fun to be the 4 of us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oWvQYIGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J2six3-MEEE/s1600-h/IMG_8065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380517821620322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oWvQYIGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J2six3-MEEE/s320/IMG_8065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah didn't like the sand at first. She didn't want to get down at all and insisted on being carried for the longest time. She finally got the hang of the sand and began to enjoy it. In fact, she developed a taste for handfuls of wet, salty sand. We caught her eating quite a bit of it. Yuck! I'm pretty sure that isn't hygenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oWqx2oLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SDXCn_Bfb78/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_8043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380516619854002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oWqx2oLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SDXCn_Bfb78/s320/Copy+of+IMG_8043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah, check out our awesome hotel. Our room was right under the that big "Seaside" in the middle. 2nd balcony down on the right. You can see the Oregon Flag waving just in front of it. It had a full kitchen, dining and living room, 1 bedroom with a king size bed, a full bathroom with a jetted tub (the Lord is Gracious!). It also had a Murphy Bed (those pull down kind) which Sarah fell off of and scraped the skin off her forehead. Didn't use that again, ha ha. The hotel pool was heated to a wonderful 95 degrees. That was the pool; the hottub was hotter! Felt great to swim at 8 pm when it was 50 degrees outside. The kids loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was VERY hard to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-7089252970616645917?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7089252970616645917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=7089252970616645917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/7089252970616645917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/7089252970616645917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-found-these-kites-for-1-at-walmart.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6oXqYkStI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dQiKfstmLvw/s72-c/IMG_8110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-3831109018487544263</id><published>2009-04-21T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:13:38.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ocean Just Wears You Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1sO6-BI/AAAAAAAAAII/zZrtSf811HY/s1600-h/IMG_8333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327378850562897938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1sO6-BI/AAAAAAAAAII/zZrtSf811HY/s320/IMG_8333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its amazing how a child who never wants to sleep can end up like this by her own choice. She just wanted to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1XUz-NI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yq1M54vuTNc/s1600-h/IMG_8301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327378844950460626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1XUz-NI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yq1M54vuTNc/s320/IMG_8301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were actually in a restaurant. One minute she was laughing and talking to Sarah, the next she was very quiet. Just nodded off without us even realizing it. Needless to say, she was a hit with our fellow diners. A table next to us thought it was a blast to watch her head nodding. She almost cracked it on the table a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1S0vCdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KnrZgg2W6H0/s1600-h/IMG_8299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327378843742177746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1S0vCdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KnrZgg2W6H0/s320/IMG_8299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1ARfYSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/t5jNdQpy__c/s1600-h/IMG_8298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327378838762512674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1ARfYSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/t5jNdQpy__c/s320/IMG_8298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8681058351814465133-3831109018487544263?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3831109018487544263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=3831109018487544263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3831109018487544263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3831109018487544263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/ocean-just-wears-you-out.html' title='The Ocean Just Wears You Out!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/Se6m1sO6-BI/AAAAAAAAAII/zZrtSf811HY/s72-c/IMG_8333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-8749533112482103449</id><published>2009-04-12T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:03:44.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Dresses are So Wonderful!</title><content type='html'>The girls were so excited to get into their Easter dresses. We purchased them about a month ago. Maddy has been begging to wear hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324035600594411714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLGK7j2oMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WegX_z3xzj0/s320/IMG_8007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddy just adores her cousin Hope. Hope is a "big girl" and very cool in Maddy's opinion. Maddy had so much fun playing with Hope, Seth and Meaghan. Lots of fun on Easter Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324035596671286690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLGKs8gfaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YysSLML07aw/s320/IMG_8003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddy is our little fashionista. She's very into pretty dresses this year and constantly asks to wear a dress. It's been hard to keep explaining that it's just too cold to wear dresses in the winter. Now that Spring is here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324035590671024322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLGKWl7wMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Q_SFyubIzqQ/s320/IMG_8001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah wants to be just like Maddy. If Maddy is in dress up clothes, then Sarah must have one on too. Sarah is big into shoes. She was very excited to get her Easter Sandals this morning. She showed them off to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324035587335609858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLGKKKtXgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_RamUwhnOp8/s320/IMG_7997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my baby's true personality. She's so quiet around most people, they don't get to see the inner beauty and goofiness of my sweet smiling girl. Daddy told her to give him her biggest smile...she gave that and much more. This picture says it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-8749533112482103449?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8749533112482103449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=8749533112482103449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/8749533112482103449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/8749533112482103449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-dresses-are-so-wonderful.html' title='Easter Dresses are So Wonderful!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLGK7j2oMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WegX_z3xzj0/s72-c/IMG_8007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-7991433866893403758</id><published>2009-04-12T21:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:53:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Tired Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a couple of funny pictures of the girls falling asleep in odd places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324033529351970786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLESXlLH-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3vYy31Fv_RE/s320/IMG_7957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was sitting in the rocking chair, having such a wonderful time rocking herself. She managed to rock the chair so hard that she actually moved it from the corner of the room to the edge of the carpet where it stopped. By that time she was so exhausted that once the chair stopped rocking, she just fell forward and ended up in this position...completely out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324033524831112258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLESGvUTEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Kr9_lJlvX_Y/s320/IMG_7926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddy was having a rough time one night. Brice was working late on our bathroom and Maddy had to play downstairs. This is how we found her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-7991433866893403758?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7991433866893403758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=7991433866893403758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/7991433866893403758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/7991433866893403758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-tired-girls.html' title='Very Tired Girls'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SeLESXlLH-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3vYy31Fv_RE/s72-c/IMG_7957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-807265784200581172</id><published>2009-03-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:58:20.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Daughter Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVci_akoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-JuOVKctfho/s1600-h/IMG_7888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311386021959209602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVci_akoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-JuOVKctfho/s320/IMG_7888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddy hasn't learned that no one really wants to see her bloomers. Sorry about the view all, but its kinda cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVcLnB20I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hKRxpPEH8lI/s1600-h/IMG_7887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311386015682911042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVcLnB20I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hKRxpPEH8lI/s320/IMG_7887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At first everyone wanted to Dance. Dancing with Brice and the girls are Dale Vrieling and his daughter Lilly. Maddy and Lilly are best friends. They both are as girly as can be. Sarah was absolutely rocking out. She's a girl after her Daddy's dancing heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVbtlPT_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jOea3rZEjyk/s1600-h/IMG_7886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311386007622340594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVbtlPT_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jOea3rZEjyk/s320/IMG_7886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lasted about 30 minutes or so. Until Lilly and Maddy decided they just wanted to play. They sat at the table, ate grapes and drank tons of pop, and talked up a storm. Maddy refused to dance anymore, so Sarah and Daddy danced all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVbfP1_UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7CNGNGlk17o/s1600-h/IMG_7905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311386003774504258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVbfP1_UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7CNGNGlk17o/s320/IMG_7905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing cuter than and 18 month old all hyped up on pop. These 1/2 cans are the perfect size for little mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVaglCLZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IZhpsfyC0gU/s1600-h/IMG_7898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385986951949714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVaglCLZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IZhpsfyC0gU/s320/IMG_7898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah was looking a little out of it by the end of the night. She ended up falling asleep in my arms, while we waited for Daddy to say the "Goodnight Prayer" for all the dad's. What an honor for Brice and the girls to be the hosts of the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless Renae Quigley for all the hard work she does. My family had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-807265784200581172?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/807265784200581172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=807265784200581172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/807265784200581172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/807265784200581172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/father-daughter-ball.html' title='Father Daughter Ball'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXVci_akoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-JuOVKctfho/s72-c/IMG_7888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-3370735658852516104</id><published>2009-03-09T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:46:07.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Scott's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the family Aunt Laureen. We had so much fun at the wedding. The girls dressed up all pretty and were very well behaved during the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382960584939426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXSqWe6V6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4cUGovjdm7I/s320/PICT0038.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddy was introduced to "Decided Cider" (sparkling cider), which was eventually shortened to "Decider". It was a complete hit. It was funny to watch, because she would take a small sip and then let a small burp. She would politely say "Excuse me" and then repeat. She talked about it for quite a while after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384160036515730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXTwKyc75I/AAAAAAAAAGA/tmpr7E8BpSQ/s320/PICT0045.JPG" /&gt;This is probably one of the best smiles I've gotton on film of Sarah. She's got this thing with taking her socks off and then laughing because she knows it drives me nuts. I got her with the tights though. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-3370735658852516104?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3370735658852516104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=3370735658852516104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3370735658852516104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3370735658852516104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncle-scotts-wedding.html' title='Uncle Scott&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXSqWe6V6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4cUGovjdm7I/s72-c/PICT0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-1916869412581157143</id><published>2009-03-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:36:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Leavenworth</title><content type='html'>We had a lot of fun in Leavenworth over Valentine's Day weekend. We had a TON of fun playing in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311377813647620754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXN-wpbepI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IUYTk0JjNhY/s320/PICT0387.JPG" /&gt;On Friday morning, we had our first try at sledding. It was a blast. The girls got really brave and even started going alone. Of course the hill we found wasn't all that steep, but to them I'm sure it was a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311377819871622578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXN_H1WNbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_Dsekz5pf18/s320/PICT0398.JPG" /&gt;We dragged them around the yard for awhile, but the snow was about 2 feet deep. While the girls were light enough to walk on top, Grandma and I sank through almost to our knees. It was quite a workout...which was good since we ate pretty well while we were up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311377829806223618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXN_s18MQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/at0Y2z7kAS4/s320/PICT0107.JPG" /&gt;Daddy and Maddy made tons of snow angels. Sarah was quite content to sit in one spot and eat the snow. The girls ate tons of it. Daddy took the girls out on Sunday morning to play while the rest of us (Mommy, Grandma, Grandad, Great-Gram and Great-Grandad) packed our stuff, loaded cars and picked up the rental house. They were out there for 2 1/2 hours, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311377830913430818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXN_w961SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZcbPmUqF9Xw/s320/PICT0137.JPG" /&gt;Great memories for Daddy and his girls. Definitly doing this again next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-1916869412581157143?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1916869412581157143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=1916869412581157143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/1916869412581157143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/1916869412581157143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-in-leavenworth.html' title='Snow in Leavenworth'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SbXN-wpbepI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IUYTk0JjNhY/s72-c/PICT0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-3097254373923615748</id><published>2009-02-04T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:48:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; It's been awhile since I've posted because I'm a slacker. I admit it. But here's some pictures to keep you entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299154020436609490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SYpggWY1CdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q9CKR-hNv1c/s320/IMG_7782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a fabulous time in Texas. We picked up golf balls on Uncle Wade's homemade driving course in his front yard. It's almost as fun as Easter Egg Hunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299154020246029986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SYpggVrZBqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9wagK86wX4s/s320/IMG_7741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sarah loves shoes. Anyone's shoes. Loves to try them on, loves to wear them, loves to fill them with toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299154016477800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SYpggHo-Z7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/zaofP1j8UH0/s320/IMG_7622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Us girls at the Children' Science museum in Kansas City. We went with Nana and Papa. We liked the alligator and playing mini golf with Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299154010702923538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SYpgfyIIxxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kYiPnpYcxpg/s320/IMG_7589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's our family picture we used on our Christmas cards this year. It was a lot of fun. The girls loved the snow. We're heading up to Leavenworth for Uncle Scott's wedding next weekend and we're finally going to try sledding. We'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299154012582877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SYpgf5IWl4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lXQFkMgg1A4/s320/IMG_7510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-3097254373923615748?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3097254373923615748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=3097254373923615748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3097254373923615748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3097254373923615748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-awhile-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SYpggWY1CdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q9CKR-hNv1c/s72-c/IMG_7782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-1393434564064409634</id><published>2008-10-26T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:05:39.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SQVMFt8SNPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SOrOvo0FmZk/s1600-h/IMG_7036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695400767796466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SQVMFt8SNPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SOrOvo0FmZk/s320/IMG_7036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SQVMFAjPqVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HnQP-jXOnaU/s1600-h/IMG_7005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695388583176530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SQVMFAjPqVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HnQP-jXOnaU/s320/IMG_7005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SQVME5PMXTI/AAAAAAAAADw/MaJ7RHzgCPk/s1600-h/IMG_6981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695386620026162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SQVME5PMXTI/AAAAAAAAADw/MaJ7RHzgCPk/s320/IMG_6981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon we headed out for the Pumpkin Patch...and to get more apples. We had a blast with the kids. They loved the place. Maddy ran all over with Henry looking at the pumpkins. Sarah alternated between sitting on every pumpkin she could get her rear end onto and eating dirt. What a fun afternoon. We came away with 46 pounds of apples, 3 large orange pumpkins, 2 white pumpkins and 4 acorn squashes for only $27. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've made a bunch of applesauce with the original bunch of apples we brought home a couple of weeks ago. It is fabulous! I will never buy store applesauce again. The kids love it too...especially Maddy. She's eaten about 1/2 a quart in the last 2 days. I had to cut her off because I'm not sure what the effects of too much applesauce could be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-1393434564064409634?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1393434564064409634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=1393434564064409634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/1393434564064409634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/1393434564064409634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SQVMFt8SNPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SOrOvo0FmZk/s72-c/IMG_7036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-9019182511542342305</id><published>2008-10-20T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:22:32.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins and Apples!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SCnwGW8I/AAAAAAAAADI/evd_jbpn3WA/s1600-h/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259379776078371778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SCnwGW8I/AAAAAAAAADI/evd_jbpn3WA/s200/IMG_6748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the girls to the pumpkin patch a couple weeks ago and to a local apple orchard last week. What a blast. I forgot my camera in the car so I don't have any pictures of the kids picking out their pumpkins, but what fun pictures of the girls playing in the maze and on the straw bale pyramid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SCnwGW8I/AAAAAAAAADI/evd_jbpn3WA/s1600-h/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259379778348107330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SCwNPxkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o3TurGXavj0/s200/IMG_6801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddy has some good girlfriends now. Lilly and Angeline are her buddies. Lilly is a sweet little blondie with a big personality. She also has as strong an attitude as Maddy. Angie, as we call her, our little brown haired friend, is quiet and sweet and very loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SESbV5-I/AAAAAAAAADo/8d9OCcrbk_M/s1600-h/IMG_6902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259379804713904098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SESbV5-I/AAAAAAAAADo/8d9OCcrbk_M/s200/IMG_6902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also took them to this awesome little farm to pick apples and asian pears. Talk about CHEAP fun. The apples are 25 cents a lb, asian pears were 60 cents a lb and pumpkins for 15 cents a lb. The Farmer was this awesome sweet old guy who showed the kids the orchard and cut up fruit with his pocket knife for them to eat. The pumpkins were HUGE, way bigger than you get at the pumpki&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SECYDGUI/AAAAAAAAADg/09Vzh0VZM2Y/s1600-h/IMG_6899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259379800405121346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SECYDGUI/AAAAAAAAADg/09Vzh0VZM2Y/s200/IMG_6899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n patch we always go to. One guy was loading a pumpkin that weighec at least 50 lbs. I totally recommend this farm. We got 8 lbs of asian pears and 33 lbs of apples for $13. I'm making applesauce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SDsSDSvI/AAAAAAAAADY/XHl_hQMamxk/s1600-h/IMG_6859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259379794474388210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SDsSDSvI/AAAAAAAAADY/XHl_hQMamxk/s200/IMG_6859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We picknicked in the orchard and had a wonderful time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-9019182511542342305?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9019182511542342305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=9019182511542342305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/9019182511542342305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/9019182511542342305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins-and-apples.html' title='Pumpkins and Apples!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SP0SCnwGW8I/AAAAAAAAADI/evd_jbpn3WA/s72-c/IMG_6748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-5229220215087350610</id><published>2008-10-12T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:26:00.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Updates Continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLaFq1ryfI/AAAAAAAAACU/4g7PXBufGK8/s1600-h/IMG_6547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256503506028448242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLaFq1ryfI/AAAAAAAAACU/4g7PXBufGK8/s200/IMG_6547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddy is a 3 year old going on 13. She loves clothes, shoes and anything girly. The more sparkly the better. We just took her to get some clothes (kid outgrew everything) and picked up a new pair of Dora the Explorer tennis shoes. She's big into Dora right now. Everything is "Vamanos" and "Bellissimo". When Sarah tries to steal anything from her, Maddy yells "Swiper, No swiping!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLa55Sd9-I/AAAAAAAAACc/d5SVB5ZwDy8/s1600-h/IMG_6692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256504403260471266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLa55Sd9-I/AAAAAAAAACc/d5SVB5ZwDy8/s200/IMG_6692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She also has her little friends she plays with: Henry, Isabella, Angeline and Lilly are the main playmates right now. We're doing homeschool preschool with Henry, Isabella, and Logan. They are learning about bugs. Here they are with their little magnifying glasses searching for bugs for their mason jars. All we found were a bunch of spiders and a couple roly polys. Maddy informed us this evening that spiders eat blood. Heaven knows where she came up with that information. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLbpTSIy6I/AAAAAAAAACk/HQYdYuQMI2c/s1600-h/IMG_6619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256505217692257186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLbpTSIy6I/AAAAAAAAACk/HQYdYuQMI2c/s200/IMG_6619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's very talkative and keeps me on my toes all day long. Questions everything. Doesn't understand the phrase "because I'm your mom and I told you to" at all? Do they ever learn that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-5229220215087350610?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5229220215087350610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=5229220215087350610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/5229220215087350610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/5229220215087350610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-updates-continued.html' title='October Updates Continued...'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLaFq1ryfI/AAAAAAAAACU/4g7PXBufGK8/s72-c/IMG_6547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-7863314238862727159</id><published>2008-10-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:14:46.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLWSPY4JwI/AAAAAAAAABs/elOJL09ZoH4/s1600-h/IMG_6523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256499323951654658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLWSPY4JwI/AAAAAAAAABs/elOJL09ZoH4/s200/IMG_6523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Its been a long time since I've posted. Well....what has happened since then.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women's Retreat on the weekend of Oct 3-5 was AWESOME! Talk about spending a weekend in the woodshed. I guess better in the woodshed with HIM than all hunky dory without HIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLWSYY4NxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SdbZJ9sBVOU/s1600-h/IMG_6522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256499326367577874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLWSYY4NxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SdbZJ9sBVOU/s200/IMG_6522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful view though. This is the lake..I went canoeing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4qMU71I/AAAAAAAAACE/dln1szqz6K0/s1600-h/IMG_6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256501083493429074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4qMU71I/AAAAAAAAACE/dln1szqz6K0/s200/IMG_6654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah is starting to say her first words. Of course the first ones I actually &lt;div&gt;understood are Shoe (shuh), this (dis) and that (dat). And she used these words to tell me she wants her shoes on. She'll bring me her shoe and tells me its a "shuh". After I take it, she lifts her little bare foot and says "dis" while patting the bottom of her foot. If I don't respond, she points to the shoe and says "dat", then pats her little foot again and says "dis" in the most pathetic voice you'll ever hear. I spend a lot of time taking her shoes on and off just to go through this process over and over. What a laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4jbeSmI/AAAAAAAAACM/fhOCP10RVJU/s1600-h/IMG_6613.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4ESC_LI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AM6d9lHWT84/s1600-h/IMG_6597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256501073316871346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4ESC_LI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AM6d9lHWT84/s200/IMG_6597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4qMU71I/AAAAAAAAACE/dln1szqz6K0/s1600-h/IMG_6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's becoming such a big girl now. I can't believe how the time flies. She loves the slides at the park and throws herself down them headfirst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4jbeSmI/AAAAAAAAACM/fhOCP10RVJU/s1600-h/IMG_6613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256501081677908578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4jbeSmI/AAAAAAAAACM/fhOCP10RVJU/s200/IMG_6613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4qMU71I/AAAAAAAAACE/dln1szqz6K0/s1600-h/IMG_6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She ate these flowers too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLX4qMU71I/AAAAAAAAACE/dln1szqz6K0/s1600-h/IMG_6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-7863314238862727159?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7863314238862727159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=7863314238862727159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/7863314238862727159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/7863314238862727159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-updates.html' title='October Updates'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLWSPY4JwI/AAAAAAAAABs/elOJL09ZoH4/s72-c/IMG_6523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-5713509265083326004</id><published>2008-09-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:05:00.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We went camping at Fishhook Park this past weekend. Definitely a blast, but still a c&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypwhqJQ2I/AAAAAAAAABM/p_2QRh2qtCc/s1600-h/IMG_6296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241250717486367586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypwhqJQ2I/AAAAAAAAABM/p_2QRh2qtCc/s200/IMG_6296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hallenge with Sarah still waking up in the middle of the night for a bottle. Not so fun using the camp stove to warm up water at 3 AM. At least 6 oz of water heats up very quickly over an open flame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went with the White's and the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypxOGuSRI/AAAAAAAAABc/K246CcIiUbU/s1600-h/IMG_6244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241250729417394450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypxOGuSRI/AAAAAAAAABc/K246CcIiUbU/s200/IMG_6244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamberson's, which meant we had 3 three years olds (or close enough) and 3 one year olds. We had to bring 3 of everything. 3 Balls, 3 plastic golf clubs, 3 sand buckets, 3 child sized camp chairs. Still, the 3 year old fought over everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah spent the whole time trying to climb into the different camp chairs. She thinks that it is great fun to be a big kid. She wants her own chair, a real cup, and to feed herself &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypxXzOPxI/AAAAAAAAABk/rf6M5-MVj2A/s1600-h/IMG_6261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241250732019957522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypxXzOPxI/AAAAAAAAABk/rf6M5-MVj2A/s200/IMG_6261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everything she eats. Hard when breakfast consisted of oatmeal. She also was sick the entire trip with some kind of virus, which meant lots and lots of diarrhea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddy made friends with a big girl from the next campsite over. She was six. She was very big girl. And she paid attention to Maddy, which made Maddy happy. But the girl and her older brother got on our nerves after the first day because they were always at our site. The boy kept trying to pick up the babies, and that made us mom's a little nervous. We had to ask them to leave too many times, but they kept coming back. Their parents didn't pay that much attention to them and I think they were craving some "family time". Poor kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brice got the air mattress with the slow air leak. Not much sleep for him. Sarah&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypw35-bCI/AAAAAAAAABU/HbnGUOQ3i04/s1600-h/IMG_6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241250723458346018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypw35-bCI/AAAAAAAAABU/HbnGUOQ3i04/s200/IMG_6334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blew out a poopy diaper all over my pajamas. Of course, I only brought one pair. Yuck. And it was freezing cold at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypw35-bCI/AAAAAAAAABU/HbnGUOQ3i04/s1600-h/IMG_6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a great weekend. But I'm glad to be home with hot water and my bed. And a shower to wash Sarah's bum when its all red and raw from the soupy poopies. Poor kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-5713509265083326004?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5713509265083326004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=5713509265083326004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/5713509265083326004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/5713509265083326004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend-camping-trip.html' title='Labor Day Weekend Camping Trip'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SLypwhqJQ2I/AAAAAAAAABM/p_2QRh2qtCc/s72-c/IMG_6296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-8892135582102046862</id><published>2008-08-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:54:48.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Imaginary Friend</title><content type='html'>Colleen and Katy...this is for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy saw Joe sitting on his front porch and wanted to know who he was. I told him that his name was Joe Isley and that he was a nice man. If she ever needed help, she could ask Joe Isley and he would help her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that apparently appealed to her "princess" mentality. Now she has an imaginary friend who lives in her pocket named Joe Isley. And when she needs help, she brings him out of her pocket and he helps her out. Guess she likes having someone at her beck and call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also calls Bruce "Antsy Clause" and "The Christmas Man".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-8892135582102046862?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8892135582102046862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=8892135582102046862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/8892135582102046862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/8892135582102046862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-new-imaginary-friend.html' title='Our New Imaginary Friend'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-2228220276996464281</id><published>2008-08-14T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:32:29.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopy Toilet Water</title><content type='html'>So...my day has been fabulous so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy went poopy in the big girl potty. All by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she wiped her own tooshie. She used too much toilet paper. When the toilet backed up, she didn't call for help. Oh, no, not my independent girl. She grabbed the toilet brush and poked that down in all the mess of toilet paper. Then she flushed the toilet again, which filled the bowl up more. When the toilet brush didn't work, she took it out and placed it on the floor next to the toilet (all covered in wet toilet paper). Then she got the plunger and tried to use that like Daddy does to fix the toilet. She plunged, she flushed; again and again, filling the toilet that much more with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm downstairs changing over laundry, when all of a sudden I hear running dripping water. I step out of our laundry room into our furnace / storage room and notice water running from the ceiling duct work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run upstairs to find Maddy in a puddle of poopy toilet water, still trying to plunge and flush. I had to unplug the toilet, wash the poopy toilet water off the floor, clean the entire toilet (thoroughly splashed due to Maddy's energetic plunging), and give Maddy a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GALLONS of water have since poured down the air conditioning vent in the bathroom and into our ducting system. Hence is why water was pouring out downstairs. This happened around 9:30 AM this morning; it's now 2:30 PM and water is still dripping. So I can't wash the downstairs floor until the dripping stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brice said to turn the fan on so that the air flow would help to evaporate the water in the ductwork. Basically, we're humidifying our house with poopy toilet water. Anyone want to come over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-2228220276996464281?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2228220276996464281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=2228220276996464281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/2228220276996464281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/2228220276996464281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/poopy-toilet-water.html' title='Poopy Toilet Water'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-954112232986587870</id><published>2008-08-07T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:05:49.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's getting through, I guess!</title><content type='html'>We've been working on verse memorization with Maddy. Our current verse is "Share, share, share with others: Hebrews 13:16" (sung to Row, Row, Row your boat). Maddy dutifully repeats it and goes on her merry way. I've been wondering if there's any real comprehension there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Grandad came over and brought himself a 20 oz diet root beer. When Maddy saw it, she demanded that Grandad give her some. When Grandad told her she couldn't have any, she promptly informed him that "Jesus says we have to share".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently something is getting through. Now we'll begin working on the fact that it applies to her, as well as others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-954112232986587870?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/954112232986587870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=954112232986587870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/954112232986587870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/954112232986587870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/somethings-getting-through-i-guess.html' title='Something&apos;s getting through, I guess!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-3701811714671585601</id><published>2008-08-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:17:42.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I discovered a break in the middle of disaster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJiJVKa4iFI/AAAAAAAAABE/2RmeqfG-9Ec/s1600-h/IMG_5991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081963858200658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJiJVKa4iFI/AAAAAAAAABE/2RmeqfG-9Ec/s200/IMG_5991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I had gone downstairs to change over laundry (aka hiding for a precious few minutes of quiet sanity and reflection on the fact that it was late afternoon and I was still wearing pajamas). In the meantime, my darling cupboard explores found the canister of dry oatmeal. By the time I got back upstairs, they had dumped a CUPS of dry oatmeal on the floor and were playing in it. They even discovered how to slide across the floor on their bellies. Maddy even figured out that it was even easier to slide stark butt naked. So, of course she had no clothes on, which is why she isn't featured in the pictures. There's something weird about posting naked pictures online of your kids. But, instead of losing my head, like I initially thought I was going to do, I just decided to have a good laugh. I made myself a cup of tea, found the book I was reading (carefully hidden from sticky little fingers), and spent the next 45 MINUTES enjoying a quiet seat in the corner of the kitchen while my brood laughed and played with their food. If I ever need a break again, I will bring out Mr. Quaker Oats, my personal and cheap babysitter. Cleans up easy with a vaccuum too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-3701811714671585601?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3701811714671585601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=3701811714671585601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3701811714671585601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/3701811714671585601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-discovered-break-in-middle-of.html' title='How I discovered a break in the middle of disaster!'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJiJVKa4iFI/AAAAAAAAABE/2RmeqfG-9Ec/s72-c/IMG_5991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-2287626807982826176</id><published>2008-08-04T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:17:42.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's thinking of causing trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfjRrCQ_tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EIT37NY26Wc/s1600-h/IMG_6021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230899384963628754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfjRrCQ_tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EIT37NY26Wc/s200/IMG_6021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our Maddy. Always up to something. I can't believe I actually caught this look on camera. She always makes it when she's about to do something she shouldn't and she wants to see if she's going to get whacked for it. Gotta love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfjR1zFZzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HZHP_CEQ89U/s1600-h/IMG_6024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230899387852744498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfjR1zFZzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HZHP_CEQ89U/s200/IMG_6024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8681058351814465133-2287626807982826176?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2287626807982826176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=2287626807982826176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/2287626807982826176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/2287626807982826176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/someones-thinking-of-causing-trouble.html' title='Someone&apos;s thinking of causing trouble'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfjRrCQ_tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EIT37NY26Wc/s72-c/IMG_6021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-1018268915567583338</id><published>2008-08-04T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:17:44.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Escapades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfiwAXB-SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaVkaf05Y00/s1600-h/IMG_6007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230898806572316962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfiwAXB-SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaVkaf05Y00/s200/IMG_6007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfiwm67XSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kDnNoY29y9Y/s1600-h/IMG_6026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230898816923426082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfiwm67XSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kDnNoY29y9Y/s200/IMG_6026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our darling Sarah. See her teeth. If you look very closely you can see them. I got this box at Costco today and she's been in it all afternoon. Just goes to show they can have every toy in the world and they still would rather play in a box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-1018268915567583338?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1018268915567583338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=1018268915567583338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/1018268915567583338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/1018268915567583338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/sarahs-escapades.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Escapades'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJfiwAXB-SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaVkaf05Y00/s72-c/IMG_6007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-176244265257806126</id><published>2008-08-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:17:44.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJZ1uyz8jII/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbWGxq379-s/s1600-h/IMG_5774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230497464011492482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJZ1uyz8jII/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbWGxq379-s/s320/IMG_5774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is...our first official family picture. Aren't we a great looking family of blondies. This picture was taken in Kansas City while visiting Nana and Papa. It was a fabulous trip: relaxing and enough time to really get to spend with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of fun pictures too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-176244265257806126?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/176244265257806126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=176244265257806126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/176244265257806126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/176244265257806126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SJZ1uyz8jII/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbWGxq379-s/s72-c/IMG_5774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681058351814465133.post-4332798131242679280</id><published>2008-08-03T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:15:46.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're a blogging Family Now</title><content type='html'>I saw my aunt's blog for her kids and thought...what a fabulous idea...especially for those family members far away. They can get all the cool stories whenever they want. So here goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681058351814465133-4332798131242679280?l=fullingimfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4332798131242679280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681058351814465133&amp;postID=4332798131242679280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/4332798131242679280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681058351814465133/posts/default/4332798131242679280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullingimfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-blogging-family-now.html' title='We&apos;re a blogging Family Now'/><author><name>The Fullingims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652796422286139446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2j8-Ko6_GCs/SPLeXIki3PI/AAAAAAAAACw/NlGz1cdPuTY/S220/IMG_5774.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
