<?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-8996463263217168548</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:51:43.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Hughes'</title><subtitle type='html'>From here to eternity...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-2161489532940774769</id><published>2009-03-05T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:47:14.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Forever and a Vegas vaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAQ7ei_hyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OdKl7eZP0zA/s1600-h/Feb09+010-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309762574667974434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAQ7ei_hyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OdKl7eZP0zA/s320/Feb09+010-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend we were able to go down to the Las Vegas temple to see my brother and his wife sealed for eternity. It was such a great experience. They are a beautiful family and are expecting a little boy, Carter Joseph, in June. I am so proud of my little brother and Stephanie for all they have accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful and sunny and it was so nice to be surrounded with family. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAZKcvoDsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BkrR9_JF4R4/s1600-h/Feb09+007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309771627975151298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAZKcvoDsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BkrR9_JF4R4/s320/Feb09+007-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left is my Uncle Rod, Aunt Cindy, Stephanie, Joseph, cousin Jeff, cousin Jeric and his wife Natalie. It was so nice to see them.&lt;br /&gt;Thats my mom and dad below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309776697049869714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAdxghN7ZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VuYZI6k2E8s/s320/Feb09+009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my cute Grandma's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309769394446092322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAXIcMzSCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BHU_kHMLLko/s320/Feb09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Scott and I decided to make a little vacation out of it so we stayed there a few days, went shopping, swimming (outside, yes it was that warm) and went out to eat. We also went to the Mirage to show Haven the dolphins, tigers, and lions. She loved it and talks about it on a daily basis. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309771192437320418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAYxGPUKuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Ocsyv8xRzq0/s400/Feb09+001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309772089353883810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAZlTg40KI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n9jDos70waE/s400/Feb09+015-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309772475468522226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAZ7x5yovI/AAAAAAAAAh0/2frmNo6dZek/s400/Feb09+014-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309772859885347650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAaSJ9540I/AAAAAAAAAh8/TcvymfkPzZk/s400/Feb09+013-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to go back where its warm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-2161489532940774769?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2161489532940774769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=2161489532940774769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2161489532940774769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2161489532940774769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-weekend-we-were-able-to-go-down-to.html' title='Together Forever and a Vegas vaca'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SbAQ7ei_hyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OdKl7eZP0zA/s72-c/Feb09+010-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-1483158602981314157</id><published>2009-02-15T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:44:05.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303261213545949058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SZj3-dCDZ4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/5KRue1GXp-4/s320/Feb09+009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this holiday. Scott bought me the most beautiful bouquet of roses you've eva seen. I mean....seriously. Look. They make me so happy. Thank you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had a wonderful morning of heart shaped pancakes, bacon and staying in our pajamas till noon or so. Most of our Saturday's are like that &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SZkEbtq6FiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/R9PqqYb0x1U/s1600-h/Feb09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303274910368011810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SZkEbtq6FiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/R9PqqYb0x1U/s320/Feb09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We hung out at home most of the day, just enjoying each others company, then later Scotty took Haven and I out to dinner at Mimi's Cafe. It was so so good and so fun, even if we had to wait 45 min. for a booth...with a toddler. I just have to say, going out to dinner changes completely once you have a kid. I always feel a little bit like I just fought a battle afterwards...keeping her from throwing things like plates and food oh and then getting her to eat. haha. But I gotta say, we've done it enough that I really don't think twice about it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bite for Haven, bite for mommy, catch the pineapple before it hits someone in the booth next to us, pick up the crayon off the floor, grab the plate before she throws it on the floor, clean up the milk she just spilled, read the next page of a book so she will be distracted enough to not notice that I'm putting the next bite in her mouth, and then maybe another bite for mommy, without skippin a beat. Piece a cake. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After dinner, we got some ice cream and drove home, put Haven to bed and then watched Everybody Loves Raymond and laughed about how similar we are to them. It was a great day. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love love&lt;/span&gt; you Scottywottypottimus. I really think there should be a Valentines Day every month or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303277511691223634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SZkGzIWsQlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/myTNW9V6Me4/s320/Feb09+016-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303277662887405762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SZkG77mq6MI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iYGRH0LoZc0/s320/Feb09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this poem for Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-1483158602981314157?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1483158602981314157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=1483158602981314157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/1483158602981314157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/1483158602981314157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SZj3-dCDZ4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/5KRue1GXp-4/s72-c/Feb09+009-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-1732450950858556640</id><published>2009-01-29T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:29:48.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love nights like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SYKrK62parI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rTBPCHX8khU/s1600-h/twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296984315826629298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SYKrK62parI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rTBPCHX8khU/s400/twister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SYKqQnzYgaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/soAj_QNuWLE/s1600-h/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296983314280251810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SYKqQnzYgaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/soAj_QNuWLE/s400/108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296985294813966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SYKsD53ar6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/g7XhjhythBA/s400/Boulder+0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nothin better than some Twister and smore milshakes at 1:30am with the man of your dreams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-1732450950858556640?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1732450950858556640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=1732450950858556640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/1732450950858556640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/1732450950858556640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-nothin-better-than-some-twister.html' title='I love nights like this'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SYKrK62parI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rTBPCHX8khU/s72-c/twister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-9109517143494282971</id><published>2009-01-25T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:18:34.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place of holiness and peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SXz4793c6wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VSPHer0Iz2I/s1600-h/draper_lds_mormon_temple54-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295380970983975682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SXz4793c6wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VSPHer0Iz2I/s400/draper_lds_mormon_temple54-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scott and I...and Haven had the privilege of attending the Draper Temple open house last weekend. It is so beautiful and I felt so peaceful as we were walking through it, even though Haven was losing her patience pretty quick. There was what seemed like a billion people there that night so it took us over 3 hours to complete the whole process. First, they show a little movie in the chapel at one of the LDS churches near by and then you wait and are eventually bused up to the temple. Haven was mostly excited about the bus more than anything else. Luckily they had an enclosed tunnel that led from the bus stop to the temple doors because we were standing in line for a long time to get in. But the wait was worth it. As we walked in, I was holding Haven whispering to her that she needed to be quiet because we were in Jesus' house. Immediately she saw a picture of Joseph and Mary, with Mary riding a donkey. And so as loud as she could, she said "Mommy! Mommy! Donkey! Donkey says heehaw heehaw heehaw!" hahaha. Gotta love that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SXz9qL6VFiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SSDgvCM-ivo/s1600-h/draper_lds_mormon_temple47-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295386163074635298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SXz9qL6VFiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SSDgvCM-ivo/s320/draper_lds_mormon_temple47-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything in the temple is so beautiful and perfect. I am so grateful for the opportunity to live in Utah, where we have 12 temples now so that if we ever want to escape the craziness of the world, receive inspiration and feel of the peace the spirit brings it is just a short drive and a few hours of our time. I am grateful that priesthood authority was restored through the Prophet Joseph Smith so that these temple blessings are possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295390026905665634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SX0BLFzbwGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/GUqLPQldWwo/s400/draper_lds_mormon_temple10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-9109517143494282971?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9109517143494282971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=9109517143494282971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/9109517143494282971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/9109517143494282971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/place-of-holiness-and-peace.html' title='A place of holiness and peace'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SXz4793c6wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VSPHer0Iz2I/s72-c/draper_lds_mormon_temple54-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-4953111355352411164</id><published>2009-01-20T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:39:19.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP dear Spaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ode to Spaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Crazy little bird&lt;br /&gt;Blue and white and gray&lt;br /&gt;You liked to bite me… a lot&lt;br /&gt;But hey I loved you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted you one summer&lt;br /&gt;When you were left in my care&lt;br /&gt;You probably missed your best buddy Bogi&lt;br /&gt;He moved to Pasandena… it’s pretty humid there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was scared of you&lt;br /&gt;And you were scared of me&lt;br /&gt;I became attached to your cute little birdness&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I did want to set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you could fly around in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Be free and happy, see a star&lt;br /&gt;But I knew maybe you’d have trouble finding food&lt;br /&gt;And shelter and I didn’t want you to get hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember on those Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;Those morning I wanted to sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;You sang so loud… so early&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t stop you…I knew if we got into a fight, you would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worked your charm on Mom&lt;br /&gt;You sang when she did the dishes and grew some more feathers that were blue&lt;br /&gt;Even though you were a spaz&lt;br /&gt;She grew to love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace lil' buddy&lt;br /&gt;Have fun up there, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Try not to bite anyone&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see you again someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jessica Hughes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293549745556963938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SXZ3cnjIQmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/L0YZLscG6v0/s400/Spaz2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spaz&lt;/strong&gt; ?/?/??- 01/16/09&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-4953111355352411164?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4953111355352411164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=4953111355352411164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4953111355352411164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4953111355352411164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-dear-spaz.html' title='RIP dear Spaz'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SXZ3cnjIQmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/L0YZLscG6v0/s72-c/Spaz2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-7113638291129174619</id><published>2009-01-18T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:13:09.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle and ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My sweetie pie loves music and loves to sing.  Here she is performing Twinkle Twinkle little Star and the ABC song.  Listen for the LMNOP part. Its the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This little girl makes my day. She's amazing. Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ceb25445674bed4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ceb25445674bed4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D437BE0A3DD89545472BF026255902192F050E352.4B890CEB24A1E4E9585A22825ACCC05AE9F989E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ceb25445674bed4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_cVFUjKfhe6yK96rhx_QcrftLaY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ceb25445674bed4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D437BE0A3DD89545472BF026255902192F050E352.4B890CEB24A1E4E9585A22825ACCC05AE9F989E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ceb25445674bed4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_cVFUjKfhe6yK96rhx_QcrftLaY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d02388c2b4c7b6c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd02388c2b4c7b6c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BD441E711347BF73188D7FBF53C26BEB4FCEC47.5C0E099F61C08C06C53AE39F9F75E3F11C1D7E6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd02388c2b4c7b6c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZM1D2-D1G6CpKDab-58G96tg9tc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd02388c2b4c7b6c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BD441E711347BF73188D7FBF53C26BEB4FCEC47.5C0E099F61C08C06C53AE39F9F75E3F11C1D7E6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd02388c2b4c7b6c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZM1D2-D1G6CpKDab-58G96tg9tc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-7113638291129174619?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d02388c2b4c7b6c0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7113638291129174619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=7113638291129174619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7113638291129174619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7113638291129174619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-her.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle and ABC'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-6429399239127595353</id><published>2009-01-12T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:05:30.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; I know, I know. I have been a lazy blogger lately. I have a million excuses but I'll spare you. I have a lot to catch up on, so I thought I'd start with Christmas. Here are some cute pictures of the Hughes' family festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290652782733934482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwsrMDJv5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/228MPRXpizk/s400/babygirl+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven loved the Christmas tree and still says "bye bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imus&lt;/span&gt; tree" to the empty space where it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290654573204139890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwuTaEg73I/AAAAAAAAAaU/eTCwEVHXvRI/s400/2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was obsessed with Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. We had to watch it every day since about October.  Needless to say, it went "bye bye". Here she is watching it with her pal Rudolph and her favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup. What a cutie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290656123610436354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwvtpyLkwI/AAAAAAAAAac/_BUqNHpUkiw/s400/2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas we were able to spend some time in Cedar City with my family and it snowed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Grandpa got out the snow blower and Haven loved to watch him and say "Wow Papa! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;! Awesome! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290657109659722610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwwnDGpo3I/AAAAAAAAAak/GuB4G5Kj6PY/s400/2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven and cousin Michael. They love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt; a lot. And just in case your wondering, Michael's hands are not really that big. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290658117418933874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwxhtTK3nI/AAAAAAAAAas/3LY7KH4V5w4/s400/2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haven decorated Gram's tree. Don't worry...we fixed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290659318440611762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwynndDT7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/7T3spRrjaoY/s400/2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...and then she decorated herself. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290659983161343586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwzOTu0vmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Sx5LnAU2oZc/s400/2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom, to the right, played with Haven and Michael in this big container of rice for hours. Best idea ever! They loved to pour it onto their hands and dumb it in and out of things. Just remember to put a big sheet or something underneath it all. And ya gotta love that cheesy smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290661951696019762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWw1A5GEITI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ookzyk3vXPc/s400/2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290663957323506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWw21oo64rI/AAAAAAAAAbM/vP20UL7wkNQ/s400/2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290664461900152882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWw3TAVXgDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/tKdqiYCNTWU/s400/2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got back home on Christmas Eve just in time to go to our annual Hughes and Butler Christmas Eve dinner at the Bonsai Japanese Steak House. If you haven't been, go. They cook the food in front of you and do all sorts of fancy fire tricks. Plus you can catch shrimp in your mouth. And the food is amazing...really amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290665738348939698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWw4dTeeSbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/JbvilB9enQE/s400/2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas morning Haven woke up to some fun new toys from Santa...a pink explosion. And then we headed over to Sandy to visit Grandma and Grandpa Hughes' and everybody else to open many more presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290667669318066530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWw6Ns5Y4WI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yVDu62M7DBU/s400/2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290668451056349426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWw67NGUcPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xnpip7k6dr0/s400/2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After Christmas my sister, Kimberly and her husband and family stayed with us for a few days and we got to see the lights at temple square. so pretty. and so cold.  And now they're back in Michigan two time zones away and I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-6429399239127595353?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6429399239127595353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=6429399239127595353' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/6429399239127595353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/6429399239127595353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas?'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SWwsrMDJv5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/228MPRXpizk/s72-c/babygirl+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-8603546647738024047</id><published>2008-12-07T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:31:59.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/STyvHyyWUcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Rf7LI2yXoSs/s1600-h/Sandy+002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277285411798274498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/STyvHyyWUcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Rf7LI2yXoSs/s400/Sandy+002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I know this is a late Thanksgiving post, but better late than never, right?! Thanksgiving was fabulous. Definitely an abundance of food, fun, family and friends. We spent it in Sandy with our family. As you can see, Haven loved helping Grandma Hughes make rolls. I did help with the dinner too!! I made 3 batches of stuffing even. Impressive, I know. Oh and me and my mother-in-law made the best fudge you could imagine- microwave even! I couldn't stop eating it. I couldn't stop eating everything actually. I quite possibly could have gained 10 or so pounds that day. Haven was even napping during the dinner so I got to actually eat in peace. haha doesn't happen very often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After dinner and a wonderful nap, my sister in-laws husbands family came over and we all decorated gingerbread houses. Here is mine...Frankensnowman 'n all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;its a log cabin...but you can't really tell from the front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277299334643072898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/STy7yNbOP4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Os_LLuElAxY/s400/Sandy+009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;love that cheesy smile Haven :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now the house is in our kitchen at home and every time we walk in there Haven says, "eat house" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-8603546647738024047?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8603546647738024047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=8603546647738024047' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/8603546647738024047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/8603546647738024047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-late-than-never.html' title='better late than never!!'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/STyvHyyWUcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Rf7LI2yXoSs/s72-c/Sandy+002-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-2303217526461602165</id><published>2008-11-22T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:02:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271736521075182002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSj4b2AjybI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rClAV3gEvUw/s400/twilight4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looooooved Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;!!! In fact I loved it so much, I saw it twice in one day. The 10:45 am and the 10:50 pm. I went with my two sister-in-laws, Stephanie and Mindy and we had so much fun. We were planning on taking the husbands for the late show but um...that didn't work out so we just went again by ourselves. And I'm glad we did because, lets be honest, our post show giddiness would have been weird for the men. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSj57wIBzzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Lkk2beG_F34/s1600-h/twilight+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271738168763338546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSj57wIBzzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Lkk2beG_F34/s400/twilight+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved Edward&lt;/strong&gt; and Bella.  I thought they were perfect...don't care what anyone else says about it.  They looked kinda just how I pictured them.   And yeah there were a few cheesy lines, like the spider monkey one. whoa. hahaha  but I can forgive them.   Can I just say that I thought the baseball scene was awesome?!  Those who know me, know how I feel about baseball in real life, but oh my vampire baseball is so cool.  And d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;id anyone catch Edward mouthing "I love you" when Bella rode away with Jasper and Alice?  I didn't but Mindy did!  I want to go again just so I can see that part.  sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It wasn't perfect but who cares, it was fun and I loved loved it. Loved the books loved the movie.  Thats all I have to say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mal hurry and read the books so we can go see the movie again!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&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/8996463263217168548-2303217526461602165?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2303217526461602165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=2303217526461602165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2303217526461602165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2303217526461602165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSj4b2AjybI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rClAV3gEvUw/s72-c/twilight4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-7506036808646786607</id><published>2008-11-20T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:11:14.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for....Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271014166472401762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSZndRajo2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/llOqR16Kk5E/s320/ineedtobeorganized+071-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Happy &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; Thanksgiving! I am thankful for a lot of things. But at the very top of my list is my husband. Its hard to know where to begin. He does so many things for me and our daughter. Sometimes I feel like even though I am always grateful for the many things he does for us, they don't always get acknowledged, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you, my love, first for being mine and bringing me to the temple so that we can be together forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for stopping me on the stairs coming out of English 101 to ask me out :) You know after you were out of sight I called everyone I could think of to tell them the wonderful news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for fake marrying me at Mardi Gras night back in our college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for signing up to work extra hours just so you could be with me a little longer at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for taking me to the Rascal Flatts concert and wearing that cowboy hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for being such a wonderful father. It means the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for going to work every day and excelling in everything you do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for putting up with an emotional/moody/huge/uncomfortable pregnant wife the first year of our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for providing us with a home, a car, food, clothing, all the necessities of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for always being so quick to compliment me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for holding me every night for almost the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for always thinking I'm pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for taking me in your arms and putting my head against your chest when I am upset, for knowing this calms me down instantly and makes me forget about my worries while I'm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for letting me have control over the music (most of the time) during our car rides and for letting me sing and dance to my hearts content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for our beautiful daughter. I see you every time I look in her eyes and it makes me so happy to know that even when your not with us, part of you is, in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSZsEf6IMnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GJAWDdIWnn8/s1600-h/ineedtobeorganized+193-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271019238424326770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSZsEf6IMnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GJAWDdIWnn8/s320/ineedtobeorganized+193-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for being so awesome that you can jump and put both legs in your pants at the same time. hahaha. You really should go to that school for the gifted you were telling me about ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for being drop dead gorgeous, especially when you first wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for teaching me Spanish a little. Donde esta mi juaves? (I'm sure I spelled that totally wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for being you. I love you. Everything about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you for giving me and our daughter such an amazing life. We are so grateful to have you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-7506036808646786607?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7506036808646786607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=7506036808646786607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7506036808646786607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7506036808646786607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful-forscott.html' title='I am thankful for....Scott'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSZndRajo2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/llOqR16Kk5E/s72-c/ineedtobeorganized+071-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-7343207726320753360</id><published>2008-11-18T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:55:47.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can play again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I love playing my piano, but it has been making a strange &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;raddling&lt;/span&gt; sound lately. I was very sad because it messed up any song I was trying to play and made it sound horrible. I didn't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Then, the other day I'm in the kitchen making some dinner or something and I look over just in time to see Haven pushing a CD into the piano through the little slit on top of the keys. ha! So Scott took off the front of the piano and this is what we found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270132554074124066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSNForTPbyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Yt2uyHlSbGQ/s320/JH+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 5 or 6 cd/dvds and some papers. That would do it! Hooray! I'm so happy to be playing it again. That Haven is quite the little trouble maker :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-7343207726320753360?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7343207726320753360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=7343207726320753360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7343207726320753360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7343207726320753360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-play-again.html' title='I can play again!'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSNForTPbyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Yt2uyHlSbGQ/s72-c/JH+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-5327173739823474082</id><published>2008-11-17T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:57:05.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSJ085A2_gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bYcFPa0pN4Y/s1600-h/awesome+red+coat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269903103422299650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSJ085A2_gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bYcFPa0pN4Y/s400/awesome+red+coat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;The red coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;it looks better on me. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-5327173739823474082?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5327173739823474082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=5327173739823474082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/5327173739823474082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/5327173739823474082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-for-jen.html' title='This is for Jen'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSJ085A2_gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bYcFPa0pN4Y/s72-c/awesome+red+coat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-4652431040392446950</id><published>2008-11-13T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:34:38.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;long time comin Mal- thanks for bein stern with me!&lt;/strong&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 favorite T.V. shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is tough. I don't really watch too much t.v. I don't think I could think of 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRyohs9BTwI/AAAAAAAAATM/cAa1AyinOIc/s1600-h/no-tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268270961072885506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRyohs9BTwI/AAAAAAAAATM/cAa1AyinOIc/s320/no-tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 favorite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Much easier. Cheesecake Factory, PF Changs, Asian Star, Black Angus, Wendys, Crown Burger, The Roof, Cafe Rio....oooo can I name one more? Bonsai- Japanese Steak House (someday I will learn to catch shrimp with my mouth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRynkHl08AI/AAAAAAAAATE/9e8riEfbCF8/s1600-h/Bonsai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268269903071473666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRynkHl08AI/AAAAAAAAATE/9e8riEfbCF8/s320/Bonsai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things that happened yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;: I think in this case, a picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSEESmRzsTI/AAAAAAAAATU/uKwzUGm6HEw/s1600-h/food+war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269497756559585586" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things to look forward to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;bed, I'm a little sleepy, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TWILIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this Friday. I'm sooooooooooooo excited I just might have to blog about it, Haven, Scott, Smores, Book Club...when is that btw?, Seeing my brother and his wife get sealed next month, my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSEaI3bV3wI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tTaBelb0kKA/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269521778620096258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSEaI3bV3wI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tTaBelb0kKA/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things on my wish list: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;that $300 fabulous red coat at J. Crew, eternal life (these are not in order!), brown close toed heels, more highlights (in my hair), Justin to do his residency at the U, an old Victorian mansion, a black Kate Spade handbag, a meat thermometer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSEa8d5NObI/AAAAAAAAAUc/s9iWmCgZTcs/s1600-h/kate+spade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269522665119234482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSEa8d5NObI/AAAAAAAAAUc/s9iWmCgZTcs/s320/kate+spade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I love about fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;: leaves, coldness, coats, sweaters, cardigans, Haven in her cute hats, Thanksgiving, blankets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSEcX96PkHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uaa3TFJfFbw/s1600-h/leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269524237081612402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSEcX96PkHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uaa3TFJfFbw/s320/leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8996463263217168548-4652431040392446950?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4652431040392446950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=4652431040392446950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4652431040392446950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4652431040392446950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/eight.html' title='Eight'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRyohs9BTwI/AAAAAAAAATM/cAa1AyinOIc/s72-c/no-tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-7618976009856919727</id><published>2008-11-04T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:49:05.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; In case you were wondering....I just got back from spending two weeks in Michigan, hence the uh no posts for forever. My sister/BFF's husband is going to med school there and they just had a sweet little baby girl, Aralea. She is little sister to my wonderful little nephew, Michael, whom I love with my whole heart and miss terribly. My mom, Haven and I flew up together and stayed for two weeks. We had sooo much fun and I cried when I had to say goodbye to my sister, we are closer than close, but I am happy to be back home. Being away from the husb for two weeks was painful and lets face it, I sleep horribly without him holding me.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265072770693051426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFLyhW9tCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_RxhaxcLuvY/s320/MI+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looking out the airplane window.....I think it's sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265075340559421906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFOIG22kdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dHBHuOZZNpA/s320/MI+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look Grandma! I have a sticker on my hand! There were over 600 stickers in that book and she had to show almost all of them to Grandma.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265074146488325090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFNCmmHk-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1ror55jPf-o/s320/MI+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Asleep on Grandma's lap....finally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265074736510931218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFNk8meERI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eplnCUUTGL8/s320/MI+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A note to all the airplane makers out there- please make sure EVERY airplane has individual TV's on the back of EVERY seat from now on.....could ya? thanks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265076115540253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFO1N4rnQI/AAAAAAAAARE/0GvXlvyodXc/s320/MI+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Here she is!! Aralea Marie Bowles. 6lbs 5oz. Beautiful as can be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265076742878485506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFPZu5xXAI/AAAAAAAAARM/SOZ_LdhZqPo/s320/MI+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I miss holding her and feeding her and putting her to sleep. She is so sweet and perfect. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265077989757813874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFQiT4-BHI/AAAAAAAAARU/-movG2XGzRQ/s320/MI+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Haven adored baby Lea. Every time the baby would cry, she would say "Baby cryin! Shh! Don cry...iss ok!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265078888241619698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFRWnAM4vI/AAAAAAAAARc/eF1dQrr7oFQ/s320/MI+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Michael and Haven = Best Friends Forever. These two became soo close while we were up there. They laughed and played all day. They even learned how to work out their differences, with toy sharing. It made me so happy to see my little darling having so much fun with her cousin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265080084220528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFScOXyxzI/AAAAAAAAARk/Th4D4_a7bbQ/s320/MI+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265081312198756978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFTjs8ninI/AAAAAAAAARs/zAElJEmGjZA/s320/MI+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265081780642232530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFT--CPuNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/B1ATRfBq7bA/s320/MI+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265082403514532146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFUjOakwTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BSrfnmJPpSI/s320/MI+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Master Yoda and Princess Lea. Michael doesn't like getting his picture taken :) They had fun trick or treating together. goodness they are cute. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265083066286132946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFVJzboztI/AAAAAAAAASE/GtyO6xWFS5I/s320/MI+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; 13 bobby pins later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265083652837019314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFVr8gRDrI/AAAAAAAAASM/iqv3bvf5eN8/s320/MI+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265084769727521650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFWs9Pto3I/AAAAAAAAASU/zpxBZLeojEI/s320/MI+097-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; playin at the park for Michael's birthday. I love this picture. It looks like happiness to me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265085560576670402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFXa_Y1-sI/AAAAAAAAASc/tbpu6tibxSY/s320/MI+101-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh how I love this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265086291255599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFYFhYRoVI/AAAAAAAAASk/CNduRXTGYDw/s320/MI+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265086841508921042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFYljO4_tI/AAAAAAAAASs/fNl-LoTXL3A/s320/MI+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Cold little nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265087479385417090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFZKrgf5YI/AAAAAAAAAS0/w3HzKNRPymc/s320/MI+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265088148216465426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFZxnGPyBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XJoy-ER0gSw/s320/MI+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't stop taking pictures of the little thing.  She is so picture perfect to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some other highlights of the trip:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The billions of multi-colored trees everywhere.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying up till 3am every morning watching LOST webisodes with Kimberly, while we ate cookies, popcorn and drank hot chocolate.  We are always so healthy together. hahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up to Michael and Haven laughing hysterically and jumping in their beds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom's cooking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping with Kimberly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making fun of Obama with Kimberly. ba hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toaster Strudels and hot pockets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole Bowles family.  They are my fav.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-7618976009856919727?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7618976009856919727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=7618976009856919727' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7618976009856919727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/7618976009856919727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/michigan.html' title='Michigan'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SRFLyhW9tCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_RxhaxcLuvY/s72-c/MI+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-4546441836740651792</id><published>2008-10-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:34:01.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SPGz3cdDMoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FSKvlW61Ehs/s1600-h/oldie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256180005230293634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SPGz3cdDMoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FSKvlW61Ehs/s200/oldie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;: indecisive. don't ask me what my favorite color is. don't ask me what my favorite food is. I DONT KNOW. &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;strong&gt;I think&lt;/strong&gt;: of ways to justify expensive things I want. it's true. I'm sorry honey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want&lt;/strong&gt;: Haven and Scott to be happy and healthy all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have&lt;/strong&gt;: the most darling little daughter and the handsomest (is that a word?) husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dislike&lt;/strong&gt;: emptying the dishwasher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss&lt;/strong&gt;: my sister. She is my BFF and everything I hope to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fear&lt;/strong&gt;: grasshoppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel&lt;/strong&gt;: happy. and a little sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear&lt;/strong&gt;: Haven in her room, just waking up from a nap saying "Mommy, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I smell&lt;/strong&gt;: like a girl. hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I crave&lt;/strong&gt;: hot chocolate. really anything chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry&lt;/strong&gt;: because I am a girl and it's part of how we deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I usually&lt;/strong&gt;: dance and sing in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regret&lt;/strong&gt;: not listening to my mom more when I was a teen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I search&lt;/strong&gt;: for my hair brush every morning. Haven always hides it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt;: out loud about everything when I'm with Scott. He usually knows the answers to my questions but if he doesn't he makes one up that will satisfy me. And I'm ok with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt;: my family. more than anything. I seriously have the most amazing beautiful people in my family, including extended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I care&lt;/strong&gt;: about what Haven eats, how she sleeps, what she says, what she thinks, what she wants, what she needs, what she wears, her hair, her teath, her health, her happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always&lt;/strong&gt;: have fun with Mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not&lt;/strong&gt;: complete without Scott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember&lt;/strong&gt;: that summer in Boulder when we were there for a month with all of my cousins. We played dress-up, house, climbed the Sugar Loaf, swung on the sack swing 16 billion times, slept in sleeping bags that were lined up from one end of the house to the other because there were so many of us, played kick the can at night, andi-i-over, hiked Calf Creek and slid down on our bums into the water, named all the horses, got shakes from poles place, watched movies, played with Lincoln Logs, played lots of tripoly, decorated chairs and made microphones out of yarn so that we could be the spice girls. ah. it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt;: in God the eternal Father, in his Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance&lt;/strong&gt;: all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing&lt;/strong&gt;: all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't always&lt;/strong&gt;: cook. sometimes though ; ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I argue&lt;/strong&gt;: about expiration dates. I like my food fresh alright? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write&lt;/strong&gt;: down cute things Haven does and says so I can remember her beautiful one-year-old self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I win&lt;/strong&gt;: cake walks. limbo contests. TVs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose&lt;/strong&gt;: every game I play with Scott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish&lt;/strong&gt;: I could travel by thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I listen&lt;/strong&gt;: to the spice girls still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand&lt;/strong&gt;: football. And I'm ok with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can usually be found&lt;/strong&gt;: singing the alphabet, counting toes, trying to get Haven to eat, reading "A Porcupine Named Fluffy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch&lt;/strong&gt;: Barney, Clifford &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the big red dog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sesame Street and Elmo's world on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need&lt;/strong&gt;: Scott to hold me at night while I fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forget&lt;/strong&gt;: to pay my library fines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy&lt;/strong&gt;: being me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-4546441836740651792?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4546441836740651792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=4546441836740651792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4546441836740651792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4546441836740651792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-indecisive.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SPGz3cdDMoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FSKvlW61Ehs/s72-c/oldie3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-4274043758434165151</id><published>2008-10-07T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:08:41.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwS-SFfu4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/vs3WkpCyaG0/s1600-h/tomatoe+craziness+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254595726450604930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwS-SFfu4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/vs3WkpCyaG0/s320/tomatoe+craziness+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at this tomato plant. Yes, that is just &lt;strong&gt;one. &lt;/strong&gt;We planted it from a little seed and it got a little out of control. It looks more like a tomato &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We finally pulled everything out of our little garden but this. I don't know what kind of super over-achieving stuff is in the dirt but we had tons of humongous cucumbers and beans...I couldn't keep up with them. It's especially weird because we hardly ever watered the darn thing. And I know your supposed to use a tomato cage, but still....I don't think this is normal. We now have tomatoes growing in our window well because it ran out of room and decided to go down there. Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwW8llWRsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WkGl-s0NYO4/s1600-h/tomatoe+craziness+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254600095371249346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwW8llWRsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WkGl-s0NYO4/s320/tomatoe+craziness+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwVO0RUcCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/b9ONSdUrnwE/s1600-h/tomatoe+craziness+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwVO0RUcCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/b9ONSdUrnwE/s1600-h/tomatoe+craziness+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwYeXKVsDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8CN9SFRlpD0/s1600-h/tomatoe+craziness+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254601775127048242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwYeXKVsDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8CN9SFRlpD0/s320/tomatoe+craziness+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwVO0RUcCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/b9ONSdUrnwE/s1600-h/tomatoe+craziness+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-4274043758434165151?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4274043758434165151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=4274043758434165151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4274043758434165151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4274043758434165151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-of-control.html' title='Out of Control'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOwS-SFfu4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/vs3WkpCyaG0/s72-c/tomatoe+craziness+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-2535419945077121794</id><published>2008-10-05T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:48:41.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy Weekends</title><content type='html'>Every weekend we pack up and go to Sandy. It is where our family is (Scott's parents, his siblings and their families.). As soon as we're out of the neighborhood, Haven says "Mama, Papa oh boy!!" (Which means, Grandma, Grandpa). She knows where we're goin. Haven looooves Grandma's house. It's her favorite place to be. Not only is she BFFs with Grandma, she has so much fun with her cousin Cody and everyone else. It's our home away from home. It has become a lovely little tradition to have Sunday dinners with the family. It brings us closer and gives us a chance to have a tasty meal. Grandma Hughes always cooks the best food...and seriously I don't even know how many times I've said "Thanks for dinner!". Probably a billion or so times. Sheesh...if she had a dollar for every time I said that...thanks again Cindy!! This weekend was full of fun and food as usual. We stayed for two nights since it was conference weekend. Here is a little taste of what went on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253910147881182994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmjcW5HJxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6MtOwrbjuYc/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253917077399460802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmpvtXA28I/AAAAAAAAAMk/x8147PsBbqs/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+005-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253917518444715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmqJYYZXBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qy-L_tt4k6s/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+006-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grandma gave Haven a BIG piece of paper to color on! As you can see, she thought it was the best thing that had ever happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253915839433192114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmonpk2srI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SL9wqSz0RVk/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+004-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She loves to "play" the piano. As soon as her little fingers are big enough, I'm sure Grandma will be teaching her how to play! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is also my teacher BTW and I am loving learning to play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253919523594354610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmr-GJUv7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-jzH2IIWTws/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+010-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She played dress up and danced around the house to the clock that plays music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253921346515731618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmtoNDphKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jEAgB77TqjU/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+012-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253923204483981890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmvUWhzIkI/AAAAAAAAANE/0A9PcUA-yhM/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+019-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253924215967241410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmwPOmM1MI/AAAAAAAAANM/AmFJCYJ1qWc/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+022-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Scott and I had a wonderful game of "see who can slide the farthest on their socks down the wood floor". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253925801587188386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmxrhfdIqI/AAAAAAAAANU/sNNKXfbZZGc/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+025-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253927332325487250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmzEn758pI/AAAAAAAAANc/LDfeJBwKXJU/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+026-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253928563367599042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOm0MR7N28I/AAAAAAAAANk/4SstAHa6L68/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+024-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HE WON!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253929223147710786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOm0yrzDaUI/AAAAAAAAANs/Ua1l8_LaPog/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+028-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haven and Cody had an intense game of rock band. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253930757129657666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOm2L-U2XUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iXFV4upgizY/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+030-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course she had to swing. She was as content as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253933425972085682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOm4nUieA7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/8ahX9glSz5g/s320/fun+at+Grandmas+029-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saturday night me and my friend Mal went to the Castle of Chaos Haunted house in scary SSL ( south salt lake). It's a little creepy there at night and we were happy not to get stolen walking to and from the car! lol. Apparently everyone else in the valley had the same idea as us because they were all there standing in line at the HH. We didn't really dig the 1 hour wait so we got the VIP passes. Thankfully! It was soo fun and sooo scary. My throat is still hurting from screaming every 5 seconds. Unfortunately, we got some fake blood on our clothes from the blood swamp. I screamed and jumped like 3 feet&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok maybe not 3 feet but I'm sure it was close&lt;/span&gt;, into the air and splashed it all over the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SOO SCARY but I loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but not least!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253943862142594578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOnCGyTabhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/h4BQoHJNNZ0/s320/Mikah%27s_cabin_009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Us Hughes' at our finest- midway through last sesh of conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-2535419945077121794?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2535419945077121794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=2535419945077121794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2535419945077121794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2535419945077121794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/sandy-weekends.html' title='Sandy Weekends'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SOmjcW5HJxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6MtOwrbjuYc/s72-c/fun+at+Grandmas+002-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-8760916846962661454</id><published>2008-09-26T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:24:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Little Piece of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew right away you were there&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful answer to our prayer&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell me it was luck that I knew&lt;br /&gt;I carried a daughter of God in my womb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell Daddy in a special way&lt;br /&gt;But there were only two words I could say&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Pregnant!” I screamed so loud in his ear&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the whole world to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outline of your little foot in my belly&lt;br /&gt;Watching it move from side to side&lt;br /&gt;I loved every wiggle, I loved every kick&lt;br /&gt;I loved to feel you move in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty weeks came, forty weeks went&lt;br /&gt;You were still yet to be present&lt;br /&gt;I walked and walked and walked up that hill&lt;br /&gt;Hoping labor I would fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see you&lt;br /&gt;To hold you and feed you&lt;br /&gt;At last see your face, your hands and your feet&lt;br /&gt;I knew only then we would be complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally came for your great debut&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful screaming face when I first saw you.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes so wide, so alert with surprise&lt;br /&gt;Created in me a love so overwhelming it brought tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re getting so big now, you’re growing so fast&lt;br /&gt;Bottles and bouncers are things of the past&lt;br /&gt;You can sing me songs, you can count to ten&lt;br /&gt;You love to read books over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling girl you are a beauty&lt;br /&gt;So innocent and pure&lt;br /&gt;Your big blue eyes, your golden curly hair&lt;br /&gt;Would make anyone stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven, please know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I wouldn’t do&lt;br /&gt;To make you happy, comfortable and well&lt;br /&gt;You make me so proud, my heart to swell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet little girl, you have my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;We are sealed forever, never to part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250582745850668338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SN3RMEY5ZTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/disKWekOiL4/s320/me+again+29211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-8760916846962661454?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8760916846962661454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=8760916846962661454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/8760916846962661454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/8760916846962661454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-my-girl.html' title='To my girl'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SN3RMEY5ZTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/disKWekOiL4/s72-c/me+again+29211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-4937626838832860237</id><published>2008-09-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:47:13.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246845070955338082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SNCJywXNWWI/AAAAAAAAALE/WVM7EgDIt8A/s320/park+0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just had to put this on here. Haven loves walking her little plastic puppy around the neighborhood. "Walk! Puppy!" She'll say, and we'll take the little squeaky guy for a walk. His name is Spot.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SNCLSB57xMI/AAAAAAAAALM/GCe9g4aI6vQ/s1600-h/park+0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846707751961794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SNCLSB57xMI/AAAAAAAAALM/GCe9g4aI6vQ/s320/park+0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...if you ever hear a strange squeaking noise out your window, don't be alarmed.  It's only Spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-4937626838832860237?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4937626838832860237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=4937626838832860237' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4937626838832860237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4937626838832860237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/spot.html' title='Spot'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SNCJywXNWWI/AAAAAAAAALE/WVM7EgDIt8A/s72-c/park+0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-2267808542331746798</id><published>2008-09-13T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:07:38.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner time at our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loooove being a mommy. There are many reasons...but really where else can you go where someone spits out the food you cooked for them and then throws it at you but still you just love them with all your heart and soul? Feeding a toddler, as many of you already know, is such a challenge sometimes. And by sometimes I mean about 3 times a day. But....you do it and happily because you want them to be healthy and happy and you know no one else can do it better than you.&lt;br /&gt;"Feeding" a toddler doesn't simply mean get the food and put it in their mouth. There is a lot that goes on to accomplish the task of getting the food from the plate to the tummy. For me these include: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singing songs, lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toys, toys, toys...and if that doesn't work, other household items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Asking questions such as, "Haven, what color are your eyes?", "Where's daddy?", "Can you count your toes?", "What's your middle name?", "What color is this?", "Tell me about the park." "What does a cow say?"...and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And if nothing works...Elmo movies or any other kind of show that keeps their attention. Yes, I do give into this at times. I will confess that I love that Sesame Street comes on exactly during lunch time. Thank you PBS kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven's guide to eating dinner: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step 1. Spit out the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245753124646277618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMyorHXv0fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Wqz_H6swzY/s320/park+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 2. Put it on your nose. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245760584212547410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMyvdUa8B1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IBY02-hJUW4/s320/park+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Step 3. Throw the rest on the floor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245761278391164082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMywFucBHLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wu5NHF4M-Ec/s320/park+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 4. OK. Now time to throw the sippy cup. Read, Aim... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245761687860161010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMywdj1CKfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8kGvfyb31GY/s320/park+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 5. FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245764630334395042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMyzI1Zj0qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OSuOwOU93jA/s320/park+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Step 6. Mimic mommy. Shake your finger and say, "No, no, no!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245766553284934258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMy04w8senI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fWrtPg0a4Rw/s320/park+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Step 7. Try to take your bib off...before you've actually eaten anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245767583329386018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMy10uKbfiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xtmIsZwb9F4/s320/park+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-2267808542331746798?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2267808542331746798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=2267808542331746798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2267808542331746798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/2267808542331746798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner-time-at-our-house.html' title='Dinner time at our house'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMyorHXv0fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Wqz_H6swzY/s72-c/park+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-4092873168461612428</id><published>2008-09-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:55:50.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Log cabins and cabbage soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMYYvoby55I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tpaPrJd5utc/s1600-h/Boulder+0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243906022706440082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMYYvoby55I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tpaPrJd5utc/s320/Boulder+0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-----My husband over there is king of sleep talking.  We can be in mid-conversation...and he'll all of a sudden make the most random comment that makes no sense at all and I know he's gone.  Granted this happens late at night when our toddler is asleep and all of the adult conversation that I've been storing up all day comes flying out of my mouth at full speed.  I can talk to him for hours and he is content to listen but eventually his sleepiness gets the best of him and he'll fall asleep but continue to talk to me.  Like, for instance, tonight I was telling him something super important like how the shirt I was wearing was bugging me and I saw these really cute shoes the other day and he answered me by saying, "Just eat some cabbage soup."  WHAT?? your probably thinking, right?  Don't worry, this is completely normal behaviour.  Sometimes I play along and so I told him we did not have any cabbage soup and he replied by saying, "It's around the tomato cage."  Yeah.  I have a billion stories like this.  I think the best one was actually in the middle of the day, we were sitting up and he was kinda leanin back relaxing and we were talking about Haven and all of sudden he says, "Log cabins can't go over speed bumps." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you honey &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-4092873168461612428?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4092873168461612428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=4092873168461612428' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4092873168461612428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4092873168461612428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/log-cabins-and-cabbage-soup.html' title='Log cabins and cabbage soup'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMYYvoby55I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tpaPrJd5utc/s72-c/Boulder+0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-5952235522274445269</id><published>2008-09-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:58:11.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like father like daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Future Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMGNoCs0m2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/18LHxXRC6gU/s1600-h/park+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242627160295119714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMGNoCs0m2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/18LHxXRC6gU/s320/park+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew it was only a matter of time before Scott would be training Haven to follow in his footsteps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-5952235522274445269?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5952235522274445269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=5952235522274445269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/5952235522274445269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/5952235522274445269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-father-like-daughter.html' title='Like father like daughter'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SMGNoCs0m2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/18LHxXRC6gU/s72-c/park+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-3248979099663477785</id><published>2008-09-03T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:59:06.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one told me I was going to find you...unexpected what you did to my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL7D8FsP7tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/libF1gsCV7g/s1600-h/ineedtobeorganized+9922.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241842453393174226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL7D8FsP7tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/libF1gsCV7g/s200/ineedtobeorganized+9922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-----This is my best friend. His name is Scott :) I love him with all my heart. I also love this picture. It was a taken back when we were dating. We were on our way to a Rascal Flatts concert, hence the cowboy hat. Which, by the way was one of our funnest dates EVER. OOh. Here's a picture of us at the concert in Vegas ----&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8OweOyDMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mEeuYuzsbnQ/s1600-h/ineedtobeorganized+9941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241924717194120386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8OweOyDMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mEeuYuzsbnQ/s200/ineedtobeorganized+9941.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is behind us you just cant see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is he is my everything. My other half. My eternal companion. We've been through a lot together and no matter what happens he makes me happier than anyone or anything else in this world. I love everything about him. Yes, honey, from the strange way you make your smores to the pile of clothes in your side of the bathroom every morning. I love the person he was and is and will be as we grow and change together. He is so talented and good at pretty much anything. I'm not kidding. He is so smart and is such an amazing father to our daughter. She's got him wrapped around her little finger. If anyone is going to get angry or yell or lose their temper with our children...it wont be him. He has so much patience for our sweet lil' Haven. And, is such a good friend to her. The first thing she does when he comes home is dance around the living room and says " Daddy dance, dance, dance!", because he always dances with her when he gets home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8W-WA1RuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S5mF7hmkpGc/s1600-h/ineedtobeorganized+3171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241933751599318754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="148" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8W-WA1RuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S5mF7hmkpGc/s200/ineedtobeorganized+3171.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8WRM32cPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UMSsAgyKrYU/s1600-h/ineedtobeorganized+8721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241932976051613938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="144" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8WRM32cPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UMSsAgyKrYU/s200/ineedtobeorganized+8721.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8Zf4jCcdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7ZuVnjPD-w0/s1600-h/silly+bab+0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241936526828532178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8Zf4jCcdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7ZuVnjPD-w0/s200/silly+bab+0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 reasons why he's my one 'n only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is worthy to take me to the temple so that I will be his wife for eternity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a wonderful father and friend to Haven.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He holds me every night while I fall asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will go downstairs and check for robbers at anytime of the night.:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He supports me and encourages me in developing my talents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks I am pretty even between the blow-dry and staighten my hair period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks I have cute feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He kills all the grasshoppers so they don't jump on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He works hard outside of the home so I can work hard inside the home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He serenades me on the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He tells me I cook better than his mom even though I don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to hear me sing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's good with money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes me feel safe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He empties the dishwasher periodically. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gave up 2 years of his life to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with the people of Mexico.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He kisses and hugs me before doing anything else when he comes home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a black belt. So be careful. haha jk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandma's love him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He always loves me no matter what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this is a really long post. Buuutt...I really love him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241948561342781250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL8kcYm010I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pdN-uNCVr08/s200/Boulder+0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How well DO you know your significant other??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. They are watching TV...What are they watching? Sports of any kind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. You are out to eat. what kind of dressing do they get on their salad. haha. Scott doesn't eat salad. It is far too healthy. love you honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Whats one food this person doesn't like? oh boy. There are a lot to choose from. uhh..ok. pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. You go out to eat. What drink does he order? Root Beer. always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 .Where did he go to high school?&lt;br /&gt;Hillcrest High and he is darn proud of it. Go Huskies!! (I made the mistake of saying warriors, which is what I was, were cooler than dogs. haha.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What size shoe do they wear? 10ish I believe. He doesn't buy a lot of shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If this person were to collect anything, it would be....money and Mercedes's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What is their favorite type of sandwich....turkey, provolone cheese, and pepperoni heated up for 20 seconds than put between two hamburger buns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This person could eat _________ everyday. my taco beef soup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.Favorite cereal? CTC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. This person wouldn't be caught dead wearing...anything BYUish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Favorite sports team? JAZZ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Who will he/she vote for? me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is their sign? He doesn't care enough about that crap to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is something you do that he wishes you didn't? spend money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.How many states has this person lived in? 1- Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What is he/shes heritage? good question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What kind of cake would you bake them for their birthday? White cake with white icing...absolutely NO chocolate. I know, he's crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Did he/she play sports in high school? He was a cheerleader/stunt man/gymnast/karate ninja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.This person could spend hours? doing math lol, watching sports, making money, loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-3248979099663477785?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3248979099663477785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=3248979099663477785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/3248979099663477785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/3248979099663477785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-one-told-me-i-was-going-to-find.html' title='No one told me I was going to find you...unexpected what you did to my heart.'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SL7D8FsP7tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/libF1gsCV7g/s72-c/ineedtobeorganized+9922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-601966493825587519</id><published>2008-08-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:59:53.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She won't stop talking about it...and I love it.</title><content type='html'>I love having semi-conversations with my toddler. This is somewhat of a break-through after the one way conversations we've had up to this point. For the past two days all Haven has talked about is how we went to the park earlier this week...oh and the monkey with the hat and the boy in that movie...yeah- that's a different story that she often gets confused with the park. Anyway, if you ask Haven what she did at the park, her blue eyes get big with excitement and she says very matter-o-factly, "Duck, Car, Swing, Slide, Oh boy!" Yes, she rode the duck, the car, the swing and slid down the slide enough times to make anyone tired. Omigoodness. Watching her climb up the stairs and slide down the slide all by herself was bittersweet. She's is growing up so fast. Too fast part of me says. But she is so smart and active and turning into a beautiful little lady. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240910637790608450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SLt0dSETPEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/v6LGBXmBwJg/s320/park+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240912684724000002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SLt2UbfQFQI/AAAAAAAAADE/Sq7AN6rl8ck/s320/park+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240915322089601826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SLt4t8cNeyI/AAAAAAAAADc/q6YeQ1M796M/s320/park+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240913250318583618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SLt21Wfgh0I/AAAAAAAAADU/8z0D0vlZqIU/s320/park+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-601966493825587519?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/601966493825587519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=601966493825587519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/601966493825587519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/601966493825587519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-wont-stop-talking-about-itand-i.html' title='She won&apos;t stop talking about it...and I love it.'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SLt0dSETPEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/v6LGBXmBwJg/s72-c/park+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996463263217168548.post-4200078880198053875</id><published>2008-08-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:00:18.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you need my phone number??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You wanna know our love story?? ok. here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SK5prU6JwGI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jodotgc3fDg/s1600-h/ineedtobeorganized+9851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237239609746374754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SK5prU6JwGI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jodotgc3fDg/s320/ineedtobeorganized+9851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw him it felt like the world had come to a stop. I mean, I think I was even walking and then just stopped and stared. I remember thinking-yay someone non-creepy where I work and hm he's really handsome. I couldn't shake the feeling that this boy was suppose to be special to me. Every time I saw him the feeling just got stronger. So I came home one night and told my mom and brother that i had found my husband. haha. Of course I said it with a smile and laughed along with them when they asked me what his name was and I said I didn't know. So like..hm 3 months laterish he finally talked to me. And from that day on I was completely smitten and knew he was meant for me. believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when he finally got up the courage to stop me on the stairs coming out of English 101 to ask me out I of course said I would love to. He said "Great. I'll call you tomorrow" or something. But I hadn't given him my number, so I said "Don't you need my phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;I would later find out that he had had my number in his phone for 3 months prior to this conversasion, before I had even talked to him. He pretended to put it in there so that I wouldn't think he was a a crazy stalker. oh boy. From that day on, we spent every moment we could with eachother which gave my mom a few gray hairs she will tell you. ah haha. love you mom. told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced every night like crazy. He taught me how to 2-step. We painted a masterpiece that we thought we could sell on Ebay but ended up falling in love with it and now it hangs in our home. We had fun every day. There was NO drama. ever.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like my heart had come home. I had found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SK55V7SgxQI/AAAAAAAAACU/G-ub-t1cel0/s1600-h/ineedtobeorganized+658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237256834278016258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SK55V7SgxQI/AAAAAAAAACU/G-ub-t1cel0/s320/ineedtobeorganized+658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later we were married for eternity in the SLC temple. About a year after that we were blessed with our beautiful baby...who isn't much of a baby anymore, actually. We make a cute little family I'd say. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996463263217168548-4200078880198053875?l=ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4200078880198053875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996463263217168548&amp;postID=4200078880198053875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4200078880198053875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996463263217168548/posts/default/4200078880198053875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourhughesfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-you-need-my-phone-number.html' title='Don&apos;t you need my phone number??'/><author><name>Scott &amp;amp; Jessica Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315533560557583721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SSKLKn4VeSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kexZZ080usw/S220/oldie3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqtSBDMS6vk/SK5prU6JwGI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jodotgc3fDg/s72-c/ineedtobeorganized+9851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
