tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55691105831253445742024-03-05T12:05:24.680-08:00The HulingsWe started this blog to keep everyone up to date on our family.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-47628736496712354392009-02-12T18:29:00.001-08:002009-02-17T11:00:19.037-08:00Matthew and his Minions!The funny thing about having big brothers isn't that they pick on you, take all the fun toys or eat on the good candy. The funny thing about big brothers is that they know the exact moment when to teach younger siblings to do the things that Mommy and Daddy are dreading most, and when Mommy and Daddy have the least amount of time to address it. I don't think it's a coincidence, I think it's a conspiracy! Let me explain.<br /><br />On Sunday, Kimberly and I were at K-Mart doing some routine shopping. She was pleading with me to buy things, and I was fending her off with retorts of "we don't really need it", "it can wait" and "I don't think Obama's stimulus package will cover this." However, the one thing she made an especially strong push for was to get the twins toddler beds. I adamantly refused. I pointed out that the kids have NEVER escaped the confines of the cribs, neither of us have time to work on keeping them in the beds, and there are a million other things we can do with the money right now. Kimberly relented and agreed to wait until her college was on Spring break.<br /><br />Then, yesterday, morning when the twins woke up I went to their room to retrieve them, but Matthew had beaten me there. He was giving Kyle detailed escape plans on how to scale the wall and find freedom. Before Kyle could test out his brother's advice I seized all three kids, descended the staircase and filled them with so much chocolate milk all memories of an escape plan surely would have drowned from their minds.<br />Later that day I came home half day and Kimberly was just getting ready to put Kyle, Mallory and Cole (our two-year-old nephew) down for a nap. Within seconds of leaving the room, we heard footsteps and discovered Kyle had escaped his crib and was smiling down from the top of the steps. When we went back upstairs, he had already made his way into Mallory's crib and was instructing her on her dismount. We put Kyle back in the crib and left again. When we heard another noise, we went back upstairs and Kyle was now in the playpen with Cole. For a third time, we put Kyle back in his crib and left. Of course we heard more noises and investigated, only to discover Kyle and Mallory both out of their cribs. We never got them to stay in their cribs and last night Kimberly only got about 14 and a half minutes of sleep because of our two escapees and their mischief.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAUIT1G5RXd13lBPu8duETx7i4xJCqjzcloGEhJQHSxt7-oHxLv2uxLvjM9m_yW_NsFez6Ck85UIpASRIvxEezEo1EO7ZVkt1sfoOygtxMQYmqayFn2OZcLrijJO5-A_qJbzAe2CmZSk/s1600-h/DSC01592.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302109575400106002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAUIT1G5RXd13lBPu8duETx7i4xJCqjzcloGEhJQHSxt7-oHxLv2uxLvjM9m_yW_NsFez6Ck85UIpASRIvxEezEo1EO7ZVkt1sfoOygtxMQYmqayFn2OZcLrijJO5-A_qJbzAe2CmZSk/s320/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lWdSkSWGYvEX8yv5c066sRWBUWiv-oo2McDuS1ULnM76bzgKMHUs1TntbKuyhPCWxminea0M6f2gKrbSOtIpF8IO8KZdsP2OWyctt8sPjPvKI3KJIcFRsb7YHRuZi0O8N5o-qyTJd2U/s1600-h/DSC01593.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302116230642397106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lWdSkSWGYvEX8yv5c066sRWBUWiv-oo2McDuS1ULnM76bzgKMHUs1TntbKuyhPCWxminea0M6f2gKrbSOtIpF8IO8KZdsP2OWyctt8sPjPvKI3KJIcFRsb7YHRuZi0O8N5o-qyTJd2U/s320/DSC01593.JPG" border="0" /></a>Today we went to Babies-r-us and bought a toddler bed. We came home and took Matthew's old Toddler bed out of storage. Kimberly assembled everything and surprised the kids with their new big kid beds. They both loved the beds. Mallory fell asleep in her bed with very little resistance. Kyle, on the other hand, fought tooth and nail. After about half an hour, he couldn't resist the sandman and sailed off into LaLa land. So far this evening, Kyle has fallen out of his bed once, but didn't wake up and we were able to put him right back into his bed.<br /><br />Big brothers don't care about Mom or Dad's schedules, their stress levels or their willingness to commit to new projects <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">OR </span>maybe Matthew knew exactly what he was doing, and decided he was going to flex his big brother muscles and have his minions torture us. Knowing Matthew's genius and desire to demonstrate his authority, I suspect he orchestrated the whole devilish plot specifically to torment us and overthrow the parental regime! We surrender!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsRcK0a0jGO7_3Hq4cvwx_Z0ZMG8LJyYuVicPXwA0IQen4fwBX3ecD_XUJEfD1XBVaFfk0_A6iQSN8gFBXCOOqGZu1VXKMJln-sfOt8DBUVS1bFeXoLhSp5k1GnItR8vspaK94eWECDs/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115066728394626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsRcK0a0jGO7_3Hq4cvwx_Z0ZMG8LJyYuVicPXwA0IQen4fwBX3ecD_XUJEfD1XBVaFfk0_A6iQSN8gFBXCOOqGZu1VXKMJln-sfOt8DBUVS1bFeXoLhSp5k1GnItR8vspaK94eWECDs/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAUIT1G5RXd13lBPu8duETx7i4xJCqjzcloGEhJQHSxt7-oHxLv2uxLvjM9m_yW_NsFez6Ck85UIpASRIvxEezEo1EO7ZVkt1sfoOygtxMQYmqayFn2OZcLrijJO5-A_qJbzAe2CmZSk/s1600-h/DSC01592.JPG"><br /></a>The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-27724982741516992312009-01-19T17:47:00.000-08:002009-01-19T18:09:30.784-08:00Kyle's New Hairstyle!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">B E F O R E</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAunbF4eDE-tpBtZ5Q5aQ_li6wUDD-Qr8u-eMfE0fF9O1YPvDM3l6_ylI_rrx1h0LSJ1MxYKIaIaS2YSg2wK04nT7sHpPBXDK6P58f01mJNf0FL_OznyYpb9KjELtABIh7dnBoCtROEYk/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAunbF4eDE-tpBtZ5Q5aQ_li6wUDD-Qr8u-eMfE0fF9O1YPvDM3l6_ylI_rrx1h0LSJ1MxYKIaIaS2YSg2wK04nT7sHpPBXDK6P58f01mJNf0FL_OznyYpb9KjELtABIh7dnBoCtROEYk/s320/DSC01370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189155885147282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4f17wuFKR1McHVd-xeD1njUwyT1nFgjW5rSAD7QHbVBAEx09IHGq0qTwUjMfBEwjpw-sNN8mt5oFLGKM8dN-m9MqNv86vqPrCObmSqw6sv6HdLzd9rF-LWoP_huw7c8MCG8UQRymP7g/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4f17wuFKR1McHVd-xeD1njUwyT1nFgjW5rSAD7QHbVBAEx09IHGq0qTwUjMfBEwjpw-sNN8mt5oFLGKM8dN-m9MqNv86vqPrCObmSqw6sv6HdLzd9rF-LWoP_huw7c8MCG8UQRymP7g/s320/DSC01517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189154550075010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /><br /><br />A F T E R</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Today, we decided it was time for Kyle to ditch the baby "Moe" haircut and to get a big boy haircut. The photo on the top was taken a few hours before his trip to the barber shop, and the photo on the bottom was taken a few hours after Kyle's trip to the barber shop. As you can see, he is a remade "Bob-o".<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-21630776680112104532009-01-19T17:35:00.000-08:002009-01-19T18:12:50.945-08:00Trip to the Academy of Natural Sciences<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKdL_nFwfyFJ1m59gOBAOMknf16thsWv_VYVEhdNWcK2Jsx_yBQjyz1voyRrVADATjP3S2Ow5jYWk8AWaCDKNOuwKCEFCHtwfAFw7L1_25ERqRweWSXeT2QLEVU9Ey0-A-rj6XJ_gnbQ/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKdL_nFwfyFJ1m59gOBAOMknf16thsWv_VYVEhdNWcK2Jsx_yBQjyz1voyRrVADATjP3S2Ow5jYWk8AWaCDKNOuwKCEFCHtwfAFw7L1_25ERqRweWSXeT2QLEVU9Ey0-A-rj6XJ_gnbQ/s320/DSC01506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293185765416820338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrdgtNAy9Vx2bK_HvCxfeE0zzG7ScvvguIckzvLTOjZQmJIOchjZZA3DivV0k3D7b5QIi-5M8OG3LrY5Cnizc4To6HbbBNFu_8AkJe-O2o4TGdoSRBRrOsTTXA53AqpftKEBwVkJjkSs/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrdgtNAy9Vx2bK_HvCxfeE0zzG7ScvvguIckzvLTOjZQmJIOchjZZA3DivV0k3D7b5QIi-5M8OG3LrY5Cnizc4To6HbbBNFu_8AkJe-O2o4TGdoSRBRrOsTTXA53AqpftKEBwVkJjkSs/s320/DSC01437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293185756016036498" border="0" /></a><br />We took a trip to Philadelphia today to see the dinosaurs. Matthew has been learning about dinosaurs in school and Kyle just loves them! So we decided to head off to a museum. The kids had a blast! The boys both had the same favorite parts, T-REX, of course! Mallory didn't really have a favorite part. She enjoyed the museum but given her choice, she probably would have rather been having tea with some princesses somewhere. Matthew learned a lot about dinosaurs today, mostly the shocker of the lifelike size. He couldn't believe they were that big!The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-35152514021606023702009-01-19T17:31:00.001-08:002009-01-19T17:34:36.035-08:00Last day of indoor Soccer!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUduWSXI24KbQvagD1sFWAEvl6QFw1Z6qhfOSr5nmpN1FMyXcHVc_c1NUSW3Sze4Lz1tkYPlAzjPeaboL_c4cJZGrfOqvyk-e9Hz5fzq9JgeZgdM8VQgPQT4_H3_726wEz1NvzFIVns8/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUduWSXI24KbQvagD1sFWAEvl6QFw1Z6qhfOSr5nmpN1FMyXcHVc_c1NUSW3Sze4Lz1tkYPlAzjPeaboL_c4cJZGrfOqvyk-e9Hz5fzq9JgeZgdM8VQgPQT4_H3_726wEz1NvzFIVns8/s320/DSC01344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293182992894589826" border="0" /></a><br />Matthew was sad for it to come to an end. This was his very first try at sports. He did really well and wants to try out for Spring. The first girl on the left, Nicole, was Matthew's girlfriend for this session. Let's see if he finds another one in the spring.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-71401651653142205032009-01-19T17:09:00.000-08:002009-01-19T17:30:03.133-08:00First Real Hair cut?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFobt9yBspSbMG7jkau7gLTsAKxpHahpCcQPF9ttYHlevAFuzQcCKw1bwunyJ2kMjeI4nHdsFntvvi1kdVda9ZPNlfXlB3-axAd6pQgzj4S3YmvAlFH5q69cQXDZrxj5tAy7zhOuakoQ/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFobt9yBspSbMG7jkau7gLTsAKxpHahpCcQPF9ttYHlevAFuzQcCKw1bwunyJ2kMjeI4nHdsFntvvi1kdVda9ZPNlfXlB3-axAd6pQgzj4S3YmvAlFH5q69cQXDZrxj5tAy7zhOuakoQ/s320/DSC01339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293182065214647618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAY6nDTN06OKW-a01En-Tuj6xxfYx8roLE3LnhBQOJtT93N9ZEUgW6snvGNC4ZYRUat8rdXdhjtc17T8hUUpDJK0FMHF6Q0BlZw38LzlLPAFS5Ay-mlRfn_2tX1CideKLljZzF8VDa51E/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAY6nDTN06OKW-a01En-Tuj6xxfYx8roLE3LnhBQOJtT93N9ZEUgW6snvGNC4ZYRUat8rdXdhjtc17T8hUUpDJK0FMHF6Q0BlZw38LzlLPAFS5Ay-mlRfn_2tX1CideKLljZzF8VDa51E/s320/DSC01340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293182060022281618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGEm8i7DCHq0CM1opfUeS6SopVtPYWfOWQWFyZa7ygbDo0lmkXVoR5PELvCgjtsMC6lFaawFApIWOt5nAhQsfPLuh0SQP8lVhaCvhqpB9dFHh95F89hTilWgi_QfD-dz2Ix3-AsT9dww/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGEm8i7DCHq0CM1opfUeS6SopVtPYWfOWQWFyZa7ygbDo0lmkXVoR5PELvCgjtsMC6lFaawFApIWOt5nAhQsfPLuh0SQP8lVhaCvhqpB9dFHh95F89hTilWgi_QfD-dz2Ix3-AsT9dww/s320/DSC01341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293182058361981106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't think I can call this a <span style="font-weight: bold;">real</span> haircut or a first. Well, Mallory had her bangs trimmed about a year ago, but I wouldn't let them touch the back. On Saturday, she got the back of her hair trimmed for the first time! I went in with the intention of a <span style="font-weight: bold;">cut</span>, but I suppose deep down inside I am not ready to part with that baby hair or that last little bit of curl she has left. So, she doesn't even look like she had a haircut. They took off an inch off the sides and an inch and a 1/4 off the back. Maybe next time we can go for a full cut. I don't know maybe when she's 3? LOL! (or 4)The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-67945545320443954822009-01-07T22:20:00.000-08:002009-01-07T22:37:26.134-08:00THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS<a dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kP_Lb7Etk1u9AFCWqtPZALoR17YnTMoHeeBUfH_zkg4OhIBo4ZSE51d1G2fknLA5Y2juXLXEx7WIZk3etXA1pnQ0SUaxHuqAR4p2cZYjLUQB88uqal1fKNffZPDtomDSTMuKzAPrr34/s1600-h/1225081124a.jpg"> <img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kP_Lb7Etk1u9AFCWqtPZALoR17YnTMoHeeBUfH_zkg4OhIBo4ZSE51d1G2fknLA5Y2juXLXEx7WIZk3etXA1pnQ0SUaxHuqAR4p2cZYjLUQB88uqal1fKNffZPDtomDSTMuKzAPrr34/s320/1225081124a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806597303667490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54QDjwTmkkzGu19PhwUYfBR7tSWa7WdFW8jNoCU5eYs6PsHTczQOzo5QAixqbfoARAGfMRoOmVddW_Nm8hA4mMcODDrGvggRdkB_Da-iZxe_5kaJ3pIrXscwfv23-2l_3eQ3VDTcH7OA/s1600-h/1225081042a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54QDjwTmkkzGu19PhwUYfBR7tSWa7WdFW8jNoCU5eYs6PsHTczQOzo5QAixqbfoARAGfMRoOmVddW_Nm8hA4mMcODDrGvggRdkB_Da-iZxe_5kaJ3pIrXscwfv23-2l_3eQ3VDTcH7OA/s320/1225081042a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806590897943538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHs_UEti9Z6otNfZtc3fcorcK9pH3vIoEKlshxtKhLh8hsRhCHDB7qQvzHifZzE90aDsuNrNK97YzgQAxyz0yAXeaBMmupqxMsXAnG5B-cCo9cG_9r7iye0aJ8vIi40JaRyLgRFP4P8Xc/s1600-h/1224081959.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHs_UEti9Z6otNfZtc3fcorcK9pH3vIoEKlshxtKhLh8hsRhCHDB7qQvzHifZzE90aDsuNrNK97YzgQAxyz0yAXeaBMmupqxMsXAnG5B-cCo9cG_9r7iye0aJ8vIi40JaRyLgRFP4P8Xc/s320/1224081959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806584418947026" border="0" /></a><br />Mallory spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in the hospital with pneumonia. It was a very difficult time, but as much as Mallory didn't like the IV or getting poked with needles she was still in good holiday spirits. Christmas morning Kim's mom showed up early at the hospital so that Kimberly could come home and see the boys open their Christmas presents. Then we all got dressed and went to the hospital to visit Mallory and take her some presents. She was very happy with her gifts, as you can see in the photos. When I had to take the boys home on Christmas day, and Mallory had to stay at the hospital it was a tough scene. Matthew and Mallory clung to each other. Both were crying. Mallory just kept saying "home, home" and Matthew didn't want to leave her there. It was heartbreaking. A few hours late Mallory was released from the hospital and we had a great Christmas dinner together at Uncle Freddy and Aunt Niecey's house. Me and Kimmie would not have asked for a better Christmas present than to have our entire family together.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-3430711718750850752008-12-21T20:05:00.000-08:002008-12-21T20:32:59.832-08:00Ditching the Coal ...No MISTLETOE ... Just EVERYDAY SIBLING LOVE ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGhwudZUFAAPvWr2TpP3VUPq5rMkWJbyjjv3IIZNI6Yr7nmvpzt_zQwr0F5V_TcT7lG9eSu9x8BcoyyfTJ7NKAhkTABq8QhLzQxzhzsR4YFSAOnZPdYRp89g2A81aULPN6yX7CKBtviI/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGhwudZUFAAPvWr2TpP3VUPq5rMkWJbyjjv3IIZNI6Yr7nmvpzt_zQwr0F5V_TcT7lG9eSu9x8BcoyyfTJ7NKAhkTABq8QhLzQxzhzsR4YFSAOnZPdYRp89g2A81aULPN6yX7CKBtviI/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282465046279376530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />90% Cheeks, 10% Everything Else<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukTqRy4x1xXL1FXf8pg0acdkin76Fonrh-WSErj7g2io1QIL_ar7cteiqAxig00DZj8ydgojW5Z0OcyJhgRo_unuT05HKM6ScdQFjSBesDdBkigb7NuIfJnf0WVtbn7UDob2K1Cm2-OE/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukTqRy4x1xXL1FXf8pg0acdkin76Fonrh-WSErj7g2io1QIL_ar7cteiqAxig00DZj8ydgojW5Z0OcyJhgRo_unuT05HKM6ScdQFjSBesDdBkigb7NuIfJnf0WVtbn7UDob2K1Cm2-OE/s320/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282465040122580994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Crew Sharing a Laugh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigALbWI5RoAPTDWpgqPqdE5Ykh3wpNwbfiBjSCUeG0YTtw18rhk2A7A6Zl68wXEyGUGbdHiX0FrqYVjDqopsirQW3R0rzHPk4o0-VK4otCGzhDMv7R5tm7FYhwB5H4qgDizntONt6-9Q/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigALbWI5RoAPTDWpgqPqdE5Ykh3wpNwbfiBjSCUeG0YTtw18rhk2A7A6Zl68wXEyGUGbdHiX0FrqYVjDqopsirQW3R0rzHPk4o0-VK4otCGzhDMv7R5tm7FYhwB5H4qgDizntONt6-9Q/s320/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282462184253977122" border="0" /></a><br /> Our Princess and Her Shining Knight<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAHl6Q3ENnMUgovEL75lFmLeKnu1lUuRfvGVs4pmEsDZyBNtuk7_H6DezIBtMA8fMRKGUsU6glS6ZJ6IDpmIZ5S7quA19eGnIq7ZvKNhNPk5LwK_WlSgxCGiluaXILJiZks0-ll8erEE/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAHl6Q3ENnMUgovEL75lFmLeKnu1lUuRfvGVs4pmEsDZyBNtuk7_H6DezIBtMA8fMRKGUsU6glS6ZJ6IDpmIZ5S7quA19eGnIq7ZvKNhNPk5LwK_WlSgxCGiluaXILJiZks0-ll8erEE/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282462181312241650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The Kids realized the gravity of the 350-something day stay on the naughty list and wanted to make a last ditch effort to get put on the "nice list". As you can see, they are hamming it up in front of the Christmas tree and putting on a really good show just in case Santa is watching. I think their hard work will payoff!The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-37567031173179476932008-07-30T22:21:00.000-07:002008-07-30T22:37:46.457-07:00My Motivation, My Life, My World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDtVpna_IhYbuABCHMtq11PM8aHFNuxm9yvPYSIHew8XsRfOE26mEPcpStUo-flUip6KV2BGytQjbJIiEqf7jFnlI3c4LEeImEFjq2Ai37D2JBHizcze1IwhAMkmReDdAe1IwXT9hgcQ/s1600-h/DSCF7192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDtVpna_IhYbuABCHMtq11PM8aHFNuxm9yvPYSIHew8XsRfOE26mEPcpStUo-flUip6KV2BGytQjbJIiEqf7jFnlI3c4LEeImEFjq2Ai37D2JBHizcze1IwhAMkmReDdAe1IwXT9hgcQ/s400/DSCF7192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229045063464274706" border="0" /></a><br />There are four things in my life that makes life worth living. <br /><br />The first, is the boy who made me a Daddy - - - Matthew. He is a perfect blend of me and Kim ... and at the same time a perfect blend of Kyle and Mallory. He is loving and sweet, crazy and unpredictable, and curious and independent. He gives me a run for my money, but he brings me unmatched joy.<br /><br /><br />The second is Mallory. She is the perfect little girl. She is sweet and loving. She makes my heart flutter with every "Dada" and every tear. There is no woman in my life more perfect than my precious buttercup.<br /><br />Third, Kyle <span style="font-weight: bold;">is</span> the bear - in every sense of the word. He is cuddly and gentle, but also burly and rough. He gives great bear hugs, and has quickly become the family joke-ster. He is the<br />"little-Matthew" of the house and does everything his big brother does. <br /><br />Finally, but not the least, my wife Kimberly is a key ingredient in my motivation for life. She keeps the family together and united. She keeps me focused on my family and my goals. She is a friend when I am frustrated, depressed, angry, or sad. She knows when to give me space and when to embrace me. Kimberly is a great mother, and a great wife. <br /><br />My family is my focus, my passion and my life. I appreciate them everyday, and think about them every minute. There is no luckier man.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-29863841001455176072008-07-20T23:51:00.000-07:002008-07-20T23:59:53.307-07:00Night Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxz_j5rnlXyLDZCN5XZhSE261av6CljeUtNhoeCnVR5eArCeHn-uvDNGJYZnGQBHGc8O_af8un_bEvj1sDkJbrCHVDvmgU6Rs-olYLazfwVA3Iqo2dQPZ7sD7ILQ49PWDFZBmRKI5qcCA/s1600-h/DSCF7318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxz_j5rnlXyLDZCN5XZhSE261av6CljeUtNhoeCnVR5eArCeHn-uvDNGJYZnGQBHGc8O_af8un_bEvj1sDkJbrCHVDvmgU6Rs-olYLazfwVA3Iqo2dQPZ7sD7ILQ49PWDFZBmRKI5qcCA/s400/DSCF7318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225358455868815346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It only took a year and a half since the babies were born ... but we had a night out that wasn't a trip to the emergency room. Kimberly and I went to Megan and Franco's wedding. It was unbelievably humid, and there was a brief monsoon during the cocktail hour ... but all-in-all I had a good time. It was night to get away from the kids, have a few drinks, enjoy each other's company, and to support a couple of friends as they tie the noose, ummm....I mean knot. The babies god parents, Josh and Nicole, were watching all three kids. They did a superb job. All 3 kids were in bed sleeping when we got home, dishes were done and our living room was clean ... man, we gota have them babysit more often!The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-2462979846067452902008-06-20T16:37:00.000-07:002008-06-20T16:39:18.152-07:00How cute is she!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91G5s8x41ubn1QbJvJIXoXmBKen0NY1jZmVWGExciatoE01Thi327mi6O4mMBijGGrSL4uAQNEW5ivnBmzDc2GHj2m_bubE5zGrGaymeI6l1ZB_1dZOsdJCFg569d-5BujB9brHUd_rs/s1600-h/DSCF7137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91G5s8x41ubn1QbJvJIXoXmBKen0NY1jZmVWGExciatoE01Thi327mi6O4mMBijGGrSL4uAQNEW5ivnBmzDc2GHj2m_bubE5zGrGaymeI6l1ZB_1dZOsdJCFg569d-5BujB9brHUd_rs/s400/DSCF7137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112347213163586" border="0" /></a>The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-44304289171063254252008-06-20T16:33:00.000-07:002008-06-20T16:37:06.859-07:00Sun Bathing, Poolside<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6jX-vS3mp_HD-OINAtuFS7-HKdgwkQhbFhszMAmnE8iLjL75HeQ2cx5C50bhfsR1QJypsfT7cXt9bVVsqJMaExm_PDKMHk16OnN96_hP3QD-DexVd2xnKys8lZETcdajMlg8ZSOJLOM/s1600-h/DSCF7202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6jX-vS3mp_HD-OINAtuFS7-HKdgwkQhbFhszMAmnE8iLjL75HeQ2cx5C50bhfsR1QJypsfT7cXt9bVVsqJMaExm_PDKMHk16OnN96_hP3QD-DexVd2xnKys8lZETcdajMlg8ZSOJLOM/s400/DSCF7202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214111740323065842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiox561RPB3D3zffXmX3PC5RPJGKkiLzTr6mmRCP6lf9pM-5nyEbfs02ovoJ5b-Svcdo1efv2uwrhD2e1ivaDfENKGetzXDooEBfPia13jYyLhUVZbQuZMR4uYN7h6CqS27YHRM9nh8j2c/s1600-h/DSCF7196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiox561RPB3D3zffXmX3PC5RPJGKkiLzTr6mmRCP6lf9pM-5nyEbfs02ovoJ5b-Svcdo1efv2uwrhD2e1ivaDfENKGetzXDooEBfPia13jYyLhUVZbQuZMR4uYN7h6CqS27YHRM9nh8j2c/s400/DSCF7196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214111750524005938" border="0" /></a>The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-42157797764268764282008-06-13T18:24:00.000-07:002008-06-13T18:35:08.487-07:00The Best Photo Ever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZT9mkkPJGzOZldI52wOrVV8kgpLzCDO66hX99iU9WjIFgfDEDg7vN059XCUaI27uguIpjaIswMIWz3BZYmPXoxhxHQehZqmdI5eLUKR79cZAeaJadsHDhL6N7NN_k_Wf02o4p8LayfKU/s1600-h/Kids_Park_Walk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZT9mkkPJGzOZldI52wOrVV8kgpLzCDO66hX99iU9WjIFgfDEDg7vN059XCUaI27uguIpjaIswMIWz3BZYmPXoxhxHQehZqmdI5eLUKR79cZAeaJadsHDhL6N7NN_k_Wf02o4p8LayfKU/s400/Kids_Park_Walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211542079154504418" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy was scared today. She was taking the three kids to the park again and past experience has showed her that they would all be darting in different directions and she'll have the the impossible task of corralling them. However, she was being daring and decided to risk it and take all three kids to the park. If she only knew that the kids would be there for each other, she would have been able to smile long before she snapped this picture. The kids went for a walk hand-in-hand-in-hand. They really love each other and look out for each other. It couldn't have been a better day for mom or the kids.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-29649547171690990312008-04-20T18:53:00.000-07:002008-04-20T18:59:54.825-07:00Shopping with Daddy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFCNtJNq9HGH9Z0EzcBdAENvfX8r5XeXV1r3vi6nsbX7Ei9ObQ-dPQguyDdkBNbdxUj3Nfq9sElbDdokKv72ILmCZY5ZInFfIIMck6-GLkWqvQoW8ziCChIsFd5Tkd2Pi5BjYQF5p3GA/s1600-h/0419081119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFCNtJNq9HGH9Z0EzcBdAENvfX8r5XeXV1r3vi6nsbX7Ei9ObQ-dPQguyDdkBNbdxUj3Nfq9sElbDdokKv72ILmCZY5ZInFfIIMck6-GLkWqvQoW8ziCChIsFd5Tkd2Pi5BjYQF5p3GA/s400/0419081119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191511180373705906" border="0" /></a><br />Mom was at work and Nana was watching the twins, so I took Matthew food shopping at ShopRite. I must have overworked him because he passed out quickly. He wanted me to hold his head up so he could sleep. We compromised and he agreed to use the napkins and TP as a pillow. The napkins muffled out the snoring, but were soaked with drool! A lot of moms doing their food shopping were getting a kick out of Matthew's nap. Next time I'm taking the nap and Matthew is pushing the cart!The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-83539514184202002472008-03-22T21:54:00.001-07:002008-03-22T22:32:45.975-07:00HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE !!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OuwWbpdA1DqeAwjuFUG3PH2cJHSckBgGnJ7rFbStZvUg8gzDvAuVSjxYbf71G_v7iThZm3Mvlvc9Bi08FUJdII9YnKBUOjylizD57cVR8BtRnZ-Pr0rl36cuL0SrBONwt1m6du_6L9k/s1600-h/Easter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OuwWbpdA1DqeAwjuFUG3PH2cJHSckBgGnJ7rFbStZvUg8gzDvAuVSjxYbf71G_v7iThZm3Mvlvc9Bi08FUJdII9YnKBUOjylizD57cVR8BtRnZ-Pr0rl36cuL0SrBONwt1m6du_6L9k/s400/Easter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180796597818082722" border="0" /></a><br />The family stood in line at the mall for what felt like fourteen hours - but was probably two hours - to get a picture with the EASTER BUNNY! Matthew made a friend in line and the two of them ran in circles, hid behind plants, and made non-violent "no need to call the authorities" type of mischief. Mallory loved the Easter Bunny and kept pointing at him and blowing kisses to him while we were waiting in line. She couldn't stop hugging him when she sat on his lap. Kyle was intrigued, but unimpressed. I am not so sure the Easter Bunny appreciated Kyle's general disregard for his celebrity status. "E-Bun," as the Easter Bunny is known by his friends in the Bloods, went "old school" on Kyle and dropped him twice on the floor. Once Daddy caught Kyle, the second time Kyle was not so lucky and went "boom." Kyle's a tough kid and didn't mind so much that he got trapped in between the Perpetrating Hare and Matthew's seat, but Mommy exchanged a few unpleasant words with the Rascally Rabbit. All I know is that if Kim sees E-Bun going hippity-hoppity down the bunny trail in his low-riding, tinted windowed Volkswagon Rabbit, she better duck and cover because it could be a drive by.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-20226287300460738982008-03-21T18:50:00.000-07:002008-03-21T18:52:06.774-07:00Box of Babies<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwrXhuYrPSmjcx5Q0-pMwgWW6z9CADXkYsvPmLQTVmD_8EZ_kLNY0qv5hdZIgJ-LR_tQmYZt6ZihaKC12Zisg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-23043758992583408802008-03-21T18:32:00.001-07:002008-03-21T18:43:36.895-07:00Just Another Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1iXD3S9_6ve86sW8rb9Q6_wbf0A4LQfd-HLfxfuOcVWxPCzh2nkKuGq01lcLk9S4yzojL4TK98gN-huCqceeHfSs_bqsQJjwwGkwDWQ4PemW0E3FX9V_Re6aVbvGEh_uyLU6wtOjpSQ/s1600-h/1110071729a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1iXD3S9_6ve86sW8rb9Q6_wbf0A4LQfd-HLfxfuOcVWxPCzh2nkKuGq01lcLk9S4yzojL4TK98gN-huCqceeHfSs_bqsQJjwwGkwDWQ4PemW0E3FX9V_Re6aVbvGEh_uyLU6wtOjpSQ/s320/1110071729a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180374424007722370" border="0" /></a> MOMMY HAS HER HANDS (and foot) FULL<br /><br />Although Mommy has her days where the children torture her with demands, yelling, whining, clinging, hitting, kicking, crying and every other method known to their kind ,,, it's not alway driving mom up a wall. In a rare, but beautiful moment, Mommy is enjoying the torture. Ahhhh .... the Merriment of Madness!The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-48225850068690439562008-03-04T16:29:00.000-08:002008-03-04T16:35:51.630-08:00Chuckie Cheese for Three<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoAIadhCcsslXH50x0MSUzON3q3gpzHVfGmC0idxJz-Kstqa4DLcGfjkKNhS6avlgWvS3fJI92BMreatleTQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />The Kids had a day at Chuckie Cheese. All three kids enjoyed the Carousel. This is the best video I could take with my cell phone holding on to Kyle.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-17612830303417543332008-03-04T16:16:00.001-08:002008-03-04T16:20:52.733-08:00No Nap for Mommy !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMW9HZSPN5rX-jDol9a4rRSnF7KwPkaw69j7HN-SeJjGrf_cHCalGQMX6SQabUPHXPCEV8oXxvJvRjZxLNFJr5EknjfVeKnBVfIIuD4WyxDImdh05SPRY4xENaeQzH_B3RmoDJ-oRsAWw/s1600-h/0211080814.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMW9HZSPN5rX-jDol9a4rRSnF7KwPkaw69j7HN-SeJjGrf_cHCalGQMX6SQabUPHXPCEV8oXxvJvRjZxLNFJr5EknjfVeKnBVfIIuD4WyxDImdh05SPRY4xENaeQzH_B3RmoDJ-oRsAWw/s320/0211080814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174045100326899890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">Mommy was bumming around the house in the morning and tried to steal a few extra winks before getting ready for the day. The kids had other plans. As you can see - Mally has the mastermind evil laugh, Kyle is acting like he's not involved and Matthew is ... uh ... pleading insanity. We hope Mommy learned a lesson. No sleepy sleepy with three kids!</span>The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-84965773214672932562008-03-04T16:00:00.001-08:002008-03-04T16:15:58.580-08:00Daddy's World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy7mSMcZGk340PvU69dlxFyPBEbM7HDmNkWTIEzki0y-pRPPnFDxg5nnLRdB7LpXrDxl2rdVeTrc7yofNF2lPWYZAVHAfRUIvdNC0cRUEyaXJF1S2rQNxrHEZctYY-eb1nSPhpzGj-KQ/s1600-h/0216081929.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy7mSMcZGk340PvU69dlxFyPBEbM7HDmNkWTIEzki0y-pRPPnFDxg5nnLRdB7LpXrDxl2rdVeTrc7yofNF2lPWYZAVHAfRUIvdNC0cRUEyaXJF1S2rQNxrHEZctYY-eb1nSPhpzGj-KQ/s320/0216081929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174043893441089698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Daddy and Matthew recently went to a Trenton Devils minor league hockey game. Matthew was dead tired but determined to polish off as much cotton candy as possible. In his haste he forgot to open his mouth and the cotton candy stuck to his face. His eyes say bed time, but his face says more cotton candy. Next time we'll have to go to a day game!</span>The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-23742752003156372692008-02-08T15:09:00.000-08:002008-02-08T15:26:10.880-08:00It's been a while....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkz7k_oFlruUSIL1-Fw2xQVCR9S85UdyW2H5arGgNf1Q1c-LatLwSabzFHyLacPj3KmfYj0mfaN9zX_UduY6nhJdB1V5TUj2DHfiHYO5tIdCROuWxBrpmytoOoScSsOvfm23zgXbZ5nL0/s1600-h/DSCF6653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkz7k_oFlruUSIL1-Fw2xQVCR9S85UdyW2H5arGgNf1Q1c-LatLwSabzFHyLacPj3KmfYj0mfaN9zX_UduY6nhJdB1V5TUj2DHfiHYO5tIdCROuWxBrpmytoOoScSsOvfm23zgXbZ5nL0/s320/DSCF6653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164754320135262226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdObUUH7AvEkzdS9664osO8AYJaKTlAYfcLBsBD_3lZh1MsExh66SyUoHdUkh82sN-NpJRTsos7lw62fpArVQ5DdgKmkK70fX-O9IzXNeQjYTU5a5BLnbo4MS-91bT2Rb6YD38AyV2JJA/s1600-h/DSCF6660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdObUUH7AvEkzdS9664osO8AYJaKTlAYfcLBsBD_3lZh1MsExh66SyUoHdUkh82sN-NpJRTsos7lw62fpArVQ5DdgKmkK70fX-O9IzXNeQjYTU5a5BLnbo4MS-91bT2Rb6YD38AyV2JJA/s320/DSCF6660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164754333020164130" border="0" /></a><br />The past month and a half has been insane to say the least. I haven't had much time for posting, so here goes a quick update....<br /><br />Matthew no longer attends Creative Beginings at the "Y". He is now at St. Mark's preschool, still through the "Y". He was going five half days and now he's down to two. It sounds backwards but he kept getting sick and most of the time he was only there two days out of the five anyway. We decided the move would be best for our family. Matthew is adjusting well to his new school. He likes his new teacher and we haven't had any complaints. He does miss Ms. Jenny, so we will have to visit her soon. Matthew is becoming quite the artist. I am always surprised at the stuff he draws. He is very creative. I guess he has his father's talent.<br /><br />Kyle is WALKING! He is walking all over the place and even trying to run. He has become so independent and doesn't want to be held anymore. He just wants to be on the go. He is saying many words....the cutest one has to be when he says, "Barney".<br /><br />Mallory is doing so well. She has made great strides. And eventhough she is not walking yet, I am no longer concerned about her physcial developement. She is such a comedian. She will kiss you so sweetly and then smack you and laugh. She is the definition of comedy and tradgey. She also is becoming a drama queen and faking her crying. She may be able to fool her daddy, but I don't fall for it! We are finally able to put her hair in PIG-TAILS, and it looks so adorable on her!<br /><br />Both Mallory and Kyle LOVE books. They are constantly bringing us books to read to them. As soon as you finish one book her comes the other baby with another book, again and again. I hope their love of reading will be lifelong.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-75595183713703862282007-12-21T19:05:00.000-08:002007-12-21T19:06:47.227-08:00Keep ReadingIt's been a while, so I posted a few new blogs! Scroll down to see what's new.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-19087332013346794992007-12-21T19:02:00.001-08:002007-12-21T19:05:04.438-08:00Gotta love this smile!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpXuA30miOhFsN6frjBn6Y9rVegqM7gvB85vHgNu4h8TV3ckKlfCj0o0AcbQHJefhUR3fKkTpj7WltFgnQvemqNx7EW0uFYaVJfT-FTzqeMtXv-DWtCcztUiK8EGBVxUbCcxYQrKc9ts/s1600-h/DSCF6389.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpXuA30miOhFsN6frjBn6Y9rVegqM7gvB85vHgNu4h8TV3ckKlfCj0o0AcbQHJefhUR3fKkTpj7WltFgnQvemqNx7EW0uFYaVJfT-FTzqeMtXv-DWtCcztUiK8EGBVxUbCcxYQrKc9ts/s320/DSCF6389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146627722135299618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwaoXQcdMp6IibI9CFTcXsEjFCv4oC1CRu2GtlwBR4x9LnLZ6u8X2p2iLxiSOxHsdsiZhCjVEfPXXnsglyoO6OVu6ycIFTCsl1eWq7x-U3KOsUBGP0Abd52XEUJQy03JH8V5PBL9SNNo/s1600-h/DSCF6390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTzNmVcd5gCiUzXjvcxARprbqabFDt1Z9yIpF2OtAXRDcx9OXDjQPF68HJeLS__cQJXfs4INCd0z-bUZMi8ixsUUhT6QC6fKvVKRNOGD_jslyVREipzUxYMtkCDXJx07fuLl966xRDDo/s320/DSCF6395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146627082185172482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrZFKRKZTKoXXobd9bEq4LZk0E5R61sftOSCaDENXm3bdG0IZJc3KjIsWTb8raQOlemQzxHAh_QPwS9FUlrQzxyIATJgNUgnh4ErZ_HZNK3Vlr8QZqMW7-V_nyj7zrQg5ou1SymDY0H8/s1600-h/DSCF6399.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrZFKRKZTKoXXobd9bEq4LZk0E5R61sftOSCaDENXm3bdG0IZJc3KjIsWTb8raQOlemQzxHAh_QPwS9FUlrQzxyIATJgNUgnh4ErZ_HZNK3Vlr8QZqMW7-V_nyj7zrQg5ou1SymDY0H8/s320/DSCF6399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146627086480139794" border="0" /></a><br /> Daddy thought it would be a good idea to give the babies oreo cookies for the first time. He handed the cookies to them on his way out the door to go back to work after lunch. These pictures explain it all!The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-57639516666067034232007-12-21T18:52:00.000-08:002007-12-21T18:55:35.182-08:00Kyle took his first Step!!!!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OMG</span>!! On Monday, Kyle took his first step. He was standing up holding on to Matthew. Matthew moved and Kyle just stayed there and he saw a toy that he wanted, he took one step and then dove!<br /><br />On Wednesday, Kyle took <span style="font-weight: bold;">three </span>steps!!!<br /><br />He's going to be walking soon!! I am in so much trouble!!!!!!The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569110583125344574.post-76990644281916830242007-12-21T18:35:00.000-08:002007-12-21T18:52:37.557-08:00Mallory's Crawling!!!!!All last week, she was trying so hard. This week, she finally got it! I am so happy for her. She was beginning to get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">frustrated</span> because she couldn't get to where she wanted to go. Along with the Early Intervention Physical Therapy, she will be having Out Patient <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Physical</span> Therapy once a week. She still has very week muscle tone. We need to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">strengthen</span> her core, neck and shoulders. They don't think she will need therapy for too much longer.The Huling Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501100466552626681noreply@blogger.com1