<?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-2896859883319720926</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:50:59.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Huish Boys</title><subtitle type='html'>Your greatest success will be within the walls of your own home.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-4597284834618276590</id><published>2008-11-18T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:39:59.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@0th Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SSOJ43KfHnI/AAAAAAAAADU/CtBvitOLhfc/s1600-h/erin+2oth+reunion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270207598927224434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SSOJ43KfHnI/AAAAAAAAADU/CtBvitOLhfc/s320/erin+2oth+reunion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was so bizarre!!!  Seeing all the girls again was fantastic.  Thought you might laugh Noelle you are next up at the old OHS reunion scene.  Yes, we may be pushing 40 but hey we still have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SSOJpctF8yI/AAAAAAAAADM/6afoFodPPag/s1600-h/20th+reunion.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-4597284834618276590?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4597284834618276590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=4597284834618276590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/4597284834618276590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/4597284834618276590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/11/0th-reunion.html' title='@0th Reunion'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SSOJ43KfHnI/AAAAAAAAADU/CtBvitOLhfc/s72-c/erin+2oth+reunion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-8245066725029262167</id><published>2008-10-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:34:34.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SOUTC7hTq1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IP7ati4uELE/s1600-h/do2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252625481455610706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SOUTC7hTq1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IP7ati4uELE/s320/do2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson is about a month into his season games. He is having a great time as a middle linebacker. Team is great, coaches awesome, teammates are fun and he tells me after practice everyday-"I told you football is better than swimming." He was picked to be Captain at the last game against Oakmont ( It was strange cheering for Del Oro). This Saturday he plays Granite Bay. Mo has decided that he definately wants to play next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&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/2896859883319720926-8245066725029262167?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8245066725029262167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=8245066725029262167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/8245066725029262167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/8245066725029262167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/football-report.html' title='Football Report'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SOUTC7hTq1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IP7ati4uELE/s72-c/do2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-2468443411238951313</id><published>2008-10-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:16:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SOUP81QX5DI/AAAAAAAAACs/FYoIwOQoB1s/s1600-h/jj+the+cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252622078159873074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SOUP81QX5DI/AAAAAAAAACs/FYoIwOQoB1s/s320/jj+the+cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otcober is here, and that means we have to have pumpkins and costumes according to JJ. So before school today we went and bought some pumpkins, we needed 5 he said -one for every kid and one for Zoey. JJ will be a cow this year. He already has his costume and tried it out on Sept 16th by trick or treating our street. He came home with a lot of unusual treats (our nieghbors are good sports). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-2468443411238951313?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2468443411238951313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=2468443411238951313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/2468443411238951313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/2468443411238951313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/otcober-is-here-and-that-means-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SOUP81QX5DI/AAAAAAAAACs/FYoIwOQoB1s/s72-c/jj+the+cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-8662365854938821523</id><published>2008-08-06T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:49:22.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnUftNqutI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ca7crB6AhRw/s1600-h/Carson+4th+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231446083345496786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnUftNqutI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ca7crB6AhRw/s320/Carson+4th+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnUb3kR-HI/AAAAAAAAACU/06Zl8oPxVo0/s1600-h/jj+4th+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231446017405220978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnUb3kR-HI/AAAAAAAAACU/06Zl8oPxVo0/s320/jj+4th+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson and JJ had a big weekend.  They had a party on Friday to celebrate the big birthday.  Family, friends, and Zoey made it to the party to eat, swim and get tattoos (of Elmo, Cookie Monster, or the Grouch).  JJ was very into opening the presents and eating cake.  Carson liked being sung to and so the party goers made his day by singing to him no less than three times "Happy Birthday to Carson!"  It was fabulous having CoCoKK fly up to celebrate with all of us.  Even Mr. Pickle came to the party to deliver sandwiches.  Thanks to everyone who came and made this day so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-8662365854938821523?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8662365854938821523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=8662365854938821523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/8662365854938821523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/8662365854938821523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/08/celebrations-end.html' title='Celebrations End'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnUftNqutI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ca7crB6AhRw/s72-c/Carson+4th+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-1505756691170533316</id><published>2008-08-02T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:52:08.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnWVPiLDPI/AAAAAAAAACk/dZTdP-nEils/s1600-h/zoey+july+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231448102603001074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnWVPiLDPI/AAAAAAAAACk/dZTdP-nEils/s320/zoey+july+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson gets his Bulldog after years of waiting!  Zoey Lucy Seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJkte9LRG9I/AAAAAAAAACM/dicyKHvLXi4/s1600-h/Carson+and+JJ+4th+Birthday+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231262452008688594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJkte9LRG9I/AAAAAAAAACM/dicyKHvLXi4/s320/Carson+and+JJ+4th+Birthday+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson won! That is right he is playing football this year, I tried and tried to convince him to swim but he simply stated No! I will play football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJS22UvPk8I/AAAAAAAAACE/3TeAyOmTozM/s1600-h/Jack+pics+up+zoey+day+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230006111680041922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJS22UvPk8I/AAAAAAAAACE/3TeAyOmTozM/s320/Jack+pics+up+zoey+day+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dog's name is Zoey. She is a lazy dog but at night she gets fired up. She snores super loud.She is really cute.Zoey likes not to take bathes.I love my bulldog. --Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-1505756691170533316?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1505756691170533316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=1505756691170533316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/1505756691170533316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/1505756691170533316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams come true'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJnWVPiLDPI/AAAAAAAAACk/dZTdP-nEils/s72-c/zoey+july+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-1618700512828243776</id><published>2008-07-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:28:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson &amp; JJ's 4th Birthday is FINALLY here......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJAW9bRv0iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ob3-H1yNzm8/s1600-h/first+bday+7-29-05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228704411927171618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJAW9bRv0iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ob3-H1yNzm8/s320/first+bday+7-29-05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJAUrip68uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qQ0gV0XuQEU/s1600-h/JJ+first+bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228701905646711522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJAUrip68uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qQ0gV0XuQEU/s320/JJ+first+bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Not any July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I have been waiting for this day since January 2005, that is when I was informed that July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (marking their 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; B-Day) was to be our mark. A milestone accomplishment, a beginning, of new hope. "Resounding clear in my head was the words of the Doctors, ' If they make it to the age of 4 their odds of making it to adulthood and living to a typical lifespan greatly increases dramatically'".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard this over and over in my head for the past 3 1/2+ years. Each birthday came and went as a mark of accomplishment but we still had another year or so to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday #1 was marked with distance. The boys were living in separate cities, our time with them was split. and though I enjoyed my time with them this day it was heart wrenching for me. As I sat alone in San Fransisco with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; to eat his first birthday cake and wonder if there would be a second birthday.I asked the nurses to come in and eat some cake as well to keep the silence from being so deafening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; could feel the air in the room was different that day. I watched his birthday balloons hanging above his crib and thought this child needs more....not gifts on this day but fresh air, happy smiles, his brothers and father who love him. He deserves life, to touch, feel, and be...the ability to be free of this isolation and loneliness. Instead he shared his first birthday with a mother full of fear, and sadness wanting to make it better, but unable to do anything more that share in the listening of the concert of beeps coming from the monitors, reminding me that life can be fleeting and the moment I had before me was just for him and me. I sang him Happy Birthday a number of times. Sometimes I would sit him up on my lap and it it cheerfully, other times rocking him in mt arms and singing the words softly as though the whisper in his ear was our secret. Hours clicked on, I would stare at the clock, feeling guilty for not being with the other boys, but more guilty to get up and go. As the time rolled on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; sensed I was to leave. He had been through this many, many times before. His mother coming and going as nurses and strangers would care for him in my absence. Time was in that room clicking away with the monitors by his sides. I wanted to be alone with him, I knew this day would playback in my memory whether as a birthday memory with my son, or as the only birthday of my son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It became time to leave, I had a 2+ hour drive ahead of me. I had kept him awake the majority of the day. Usually to make me feel better, I would wear him out put on some music for company and leave as he slept comfortably. That was not what was to be this day. I sat in my rocking chair and stared at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; laying on his tummy in his crib, his balloons floating gently with the air conditioner unit. Our eyes deadlocked and we stared, I sang along to the CD, and he was not going to sleep today. It was his day. He continued to stare at me, I continued to sing to him the songs as they came. Our eyes were locked. Fighting any notion to sleep, or rest,he stared. Today was not going to be like the other days, he seemed to say, with you playing that cruel trick of putting me to bed and then to awaken on my own...alone. That was not going to happen today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; stared at me. As he stared I felt him say stay with me mommy it is my birthday. So we continued our stare down while the music played. And I knew we were no longer alone in that room. The room was full of a birthday party, not a themed one with streamers and horns, but full of loved ones to wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; well, and a Redeemer's love so strong I began to feel that I too was home...Later I convinced myself this love and presence would stay as I left, though I did call in a nurse to continue patting his back. I kissed my fingers and stroked his head, and we promised each other we would be together and with Carson the next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today on July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I will sneak in their rooms and kiss them gently on the heads knowing we made it to this 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and our chances of doing this for a lifetime have dramatically gone up.&lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-1618700512828243776?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1618700512828243776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=1618700512828243776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/1618700512828243776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/1618700512828243776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/carson-jjs-4th-birthday-is-finally-here.html' title='Carson &amp; JJ&apos;s 4th Birthday is FINALLY here......'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SJAW9bRv0iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ob3-H1yNzm8/s72-c/first+bday+7-29-05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-7886862743748601299</id><published>2008-07-20T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:38:30.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JJ......what else can we say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIQEr_7f_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u6BdUOr54F4/s1600-h/JJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225306621598498354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIQEr_7f_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u6BdUOr54F4/s320/JJ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ almost never goes by JJ at this time. He is either referred to as a type of animal, Blue, Scooby-Doo, Tom, Bob, Corn Dog or J Dog. His cousin Christian calls him J Dog Man. If you ask him who his twin is he will always say Jackson and then inform you that Mo and Carson are twins. We think he will be a hairdresser because he is NEVER shy about telling anyone and everyone what he thinks of their hair (esp. if he doesn't like your style). He is fabulous at speaking his mind, making friends, and telling you that "You are Wonderful." He is the first one up every morning and will tell you he needs a hug and a kiss. His language and social skills are literally amazing considering he was isolated for 2 1/2 years. He has been telling us a lot lately about how that time in the hospital really was for him. Now he finds the hospital fun because he can push his own IV pole. We are thrilled to announce that he graduated out of early intervention this year and will start in a normal school next year. He is hysterical-but he really talks a lot, on and on, and on he will talk. He calls himself "Mom's Little Buddy." He has planned his birthday party and does not want it to be with Carson, "He can have his own party" -everyone can come but he will tell you what to bring him for the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-7886862743748601299?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7886862743748601299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=7886862743748601299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/7886862743748601299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/7886862743748601299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/jjwhat-else-can-we-say.html' title='JJ......what else can we say'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIQEr_7f_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u6BdUOr54F4/s72-c/JJ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-3768082521631190880</id><published>2008-07-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:21:16.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARSON aka CARSEY MARSEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIP_xZ4qM8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4p-WIAIn62k/s1600-h/Carson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225301216907113410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIP_xZ4qM8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4p-WIAIn62k/s320/Carson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We refer to Carson as our Little Rock Star. He likes to pump his fist in the air and exclaim "I Rock!". Or if you are around him long enough he will break out into "I am Iron Man." It is mutually agreed by all of us that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carsey&lt;/span&gt; is the Cutest!" He is quick, funny and has really taken to swimming this year. He just finished his summer school program and made miraculous improvements from the school year (Many prayers were said and we send out a huge thanks to a great group of patient teachers). Next up for Carson will be his 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday on July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. This will be a very celebrated day for our family. 3+ Years ago we were told by his team of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drs&lt;/span&gt;. in San Francisco that if he and his brother make it to their 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday then their odds of making it to adulthood and having a normal life span will shoot up dramatically. Needless to say we are ready for the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to arrive. We may call him our Rock Star but make no doubt about it-- He is our &lt;strong&gt;Miracle&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-3768082521631190880?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3768082521631190880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=3768082521631190880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/3768082521631190880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/3768082521631190880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/carson-aka-carsey-marsey.html' title='CARSON aka CARSEY MARSEY'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIP_xZ4qM8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4p-WIAIn62k/s72-c/Carson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-3065312854741278684</id><published>2008-07-20T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:55:25.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOPER MOSES HUISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIP6kNMwnoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TcvgSc7u61Q/s1600-h/Mosey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225295492605320834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIP6kNMwnoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TcvgSc7u61Q/s320/Mosey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every family needs a Mosey..He is the comedy, fun, happy, sunshine of our home all wrapped in a cute package. You want a snuggle-then you go to Mo. Mo turned 7 this year and he is still as smart as a whip. There is nothing you can get past Mo. He is still pursuing his surfing career, actually going out on a board in Hawaii, growing his hair out, and figuring out ways to support his dream. This year he completed 1st grade, played baseball for the Red Sox, and juggled his social life. Our favorite thing about Mo is that he is ALWAYS happy. If you need a smile go find Mosey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-3065312854741278684?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3065312854741278684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=3065312854741278684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/3065312854741278684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/3065312854741278684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/cooper-moses-huish.html' title='COOPER MOSES HUISH'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIP6kNMwnoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TcvgSc7u61Q/s72-c/Mosey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-6298240053361000442</id><published>2008-07-20T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:04:07.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JACKSON HUISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIPvzUpSYdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bMEo1QU2X7g/s1600-h/Jackson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225283657674154450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIPvzUpSYdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bMEo1QU2X7g/s320/Jackson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our incredible Jackson! We have no idea where we would be without Jack. He is a star in everyway, school, sports, scouts, and being his mom's right hand man. Jackson has had some great highlights so far this year. He was baptized in March, and became a scout. He pitched for his baseball team the Astros (without letting the pressure ever get to him). He traveled to Hawaii, and went with his Grandma CoCoKK out on a ocean tour to swim with wild dolphins. They swam with a pod of about 200 dolphins. This moment he shared with CoCoKK was his highlight of 2008, until the 4th of July. The weekend of the 4th, he went and picked up his Bulldog that he has been dreaming about for the last 5 years. He named her Zoey Lucy Seal (the "seal" is for the Navy Seals of course.) Next up 3rd grade and more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-6298240053361000442?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6298240053361000442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=6298240053361000442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/6298240053361000442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/6298240053361000442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-incredible-jackson-erin-has-no-idea.html' title='JACKSON HUISH'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIPvzUpSYdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bMEo1QU2X7g/s72-c/Jackson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896859883319720926.post-7386640072451595751</id><published>2008-07-18T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:07:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Huish Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Huish Boys are coming soon!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896859883319720926-7386640072451595751?l=thehuishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7386640072451595751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2896859883319720926&amp;postID=7386640072451595751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/7386640072451595751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896859883319720926/posts/default/7386640072451595751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuishboys.blogspot.com/2008/07/huish-boys.html' title='The Huish Boys'/><author><name>THE BOYS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15058456197834707706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qiazk_5flKQ/SIItK6iWktI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7MFV_8k79c8/S220/jj+returns+June+9+with+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
