FHE and Family Pics, Summer 2012

I just realized it's been a while since I last posted on my personal blog. I can't believe I've kept myself from it for so long. There's been a lot going on since the last time I posted, and possibly I might catch y'all up. But for now I just thought I'd share the family pictures my family took ourselves this past Monday as a FHE (Family Home Evening) activity! We hadn't had one taken since before my Senior year of High School and I'm now a Sophomore in college. Anyway, without further ado, here are some of the pictures right now:
The Whole Family: Royce, Daddy, Anthony, Mama, Melinda, Kristina, and myself.



The Women: Mama, Kristina, Melinda, and myself.

My brothers: Anthony and Royce.



My brother Anthony.

This one is of me. I was trying to show my brother Anthony the correct way to do the pose.

My brother Royce.




My mama. 

The Men: Daddy, Royce, and Anthony.

My Daddy.

Daddy and the Girls: Daddy, Kristina, Melinda, and myself.

The Kids: Royce, Melinda, Kristina, Anthony, and myself.

Funny Picture of the kids :)

The Girls (AKA Charlie's Angels): Kristina, Melinda, and myself.

My sister Kristina.

My sister Melinda.

Funny picture of me sitting on the front wall and my sister, Kristina, being a stalker behind me :)



Well, that's about it. Hope you enjoyed our family pictures! More yet to come! So be waiting and watching for them!

Love,

<3Claire<3

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