<?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-6030210387976741037</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:14:40.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kayleigh Monologues</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-5243713973975843725</id><published>2009-09-09T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:59:55.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation in . . . . .paradise?</title><content type='html'>Ello there! Takin a gander at me page now are ya? LOL That was my best attempt at a brittish accent. Let me explain why I would even try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Walgreens today waiting patiently for some doctor pharmacist communication and I ran into a person from my past. His name is Adam Bringhurst and he was my 5th grade "boyfriend" Ha ha. Those were the days! Anyway. . . . we were catching up on marriages, divorces, and babies when Caydance tried to climb her way out of the back of the shopping cart. (I don't know if you have been informed of her hobby as a daredevil and stunt double?) I picked her up and held her (35 pounds just doesn't sit as easily on the hip as the little ones!!!) Adam said "You look JUST like your mommy you know that?" We get this alot, alot, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that she acts the same, looks the same, even has the same mood swings! Ha ha!! But today for the first time in a while both of the girls got a HUGE "JUST LIKE YOUR DADDY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls had a cough and runny nose for a while so I decided I would take them to the Dr. I expected a little cold, or a sinus infection maybe. Boy was I wrong. . . . . . *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydance has . . . . . . DRUMROLL PLEASE. . . . . .  an ear infection, an infection in her throat, and allergies. (I've never had allergies you see. Not the seasonal king=d with the sniffling and sneezing and those big red puffy eyes. But Daddy Brad has them like crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the shining star of the day Athena has. . . . . . A small sinus infection, allergies(see above), Empintigo(not sure about the spelling on that but it's these big nasty boils on her skin, which it turns out is genetic to be susceptible and guess who else had it!?!?!?!?!) And to top it all off ASTHMA!!!! She has this sad little breathing machine called a nebulizer that she has to use 3 times per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Gotta love those inherited traits LOL! Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-5243713973975843725?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5243713973975843725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=5243713973975843725' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5243713973975843725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5243713973975843725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-in-paradise.html' title='Vacation in . . . . .paradise?'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-5663223513948985734</id><published>2009-06-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:53:16.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone else is doing it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SjQtabK96gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5HgprSYeuXk/s1600-h/kelly-carlson-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SjQtabK96gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5HgprSYeuXk/s400/kelly-carlson-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346948589589228034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinkin about doing my hair like this. Only one change, I don't wanna be that blond. In fact I may go darker! What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-5663223513948985734?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5663223513948985734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=5663223513948985734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5663223513948985734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5663223513948985734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='Everyone else is doing it!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SjQtabK96gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5HgprSYeuXk/s72-c/kelly-carlson-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-5277800134514415172</id><published>2009-05-30T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:34:24.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College......probably a good idea.</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep a wink. There was a party at the pad tonight and I had a blast. Crystal came to hang out which was super awesome and even Kevin and Heather made appearances. I got to make 'sand in your shorts' which is my favorite drink! I saw quite a few old friends and played some fun games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhere after that it turned in a totally different direction. As I'm typing this my intoxicated friends are having VERY deep conversations. It starts with natural born talent vs. hard work in relation to success. After that they touched on astrophysics, evolution, medical experimentation, and literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In moments like this, I wish I went to college earlier. Or maybe read more books? I have absolutely nothing to contribute to the conversation. I suppose I deserve credit for being interested? For caring about these subjects and wondering about all the other things in the world that I don't yet know exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-5277800134514415172?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5277800134514415172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=5277800134514415172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5277800134514415172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5277800134514415172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/collegeprobably-good-idea.html' title='College......probably a good idea.'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-841715007430781165</id><published>2009-05-29T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:18:56.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My medicine makes my mouth taste like metal. Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-841715007430781165?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/841715007430781165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=841715007430781165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/841715007430781165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/841715007430781165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-medicine-makes-my-mouth-taste-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-271089663583363439</id><published>2009-05-28T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:10:56.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm out of my Vulcan mind!</title><content type='html'>For all that have seen the Star Trek movie, wasn't that the greatest line? Hilarious! Anyway. . . Because I am a GENIUS I added an awesome widget to the bottom of my blog! I can update it at a moments notice with my cell phone and it posts here and on Myspace! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it turns out that mobile blogging is not so awesome because it limits my post to 140 characters. Which is 2 sentences in Kayleigh speak. So this widget will make thing a billion times easier. Plus it's just super trendy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-271089663583363439?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/271089663583363439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=271089663583363439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/271089663583363439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/271089663583363439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-out-of-my-vulcan-mind.html' title='I&apos;m out of my Vulcan mind!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-4190985689281150482</id><published>2009-05-28T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:33:03.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That damn Murphy!</title><content type='html'>All was well on Monday at my physical. But of course that would have been too easy! I guess because I'm broke Murphy's law came into effect on Tuesday and gave me Tonsilitis! So that meant another copay. . . . . another prescription! Grrr. But I'm glad the pain of it will be over soon. My right tonsil is so swollen it looks like I gained ten pounds in my neck! And the horrible sore throat lead to some accidental weight loss so wooo hooo! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start at Comcast on Monday. I'm pretty excited to get started onsomething new. It seems like something I will enjoy. Even if I don't love it it'll still be a million times better than what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super dad says my car will be ready by the end of this month. I can't wait! I keep telling Richard that my left foot gets bored driving his car. And being able to sleep until 7 again will be a welcome return to the norm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-4190985689281150482?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4190985689281150482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=4190985689281150482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4190985689281150482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4190985689281150482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-damn-murphy.html' title='That damn Murphy!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-4878258412204060067</id><published>2009-05-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:06:38.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting with myself</title><content type='html'>My pledge to help keep others from a preventable death would mean nothing if I didn't also do it for myself. So first thing Monday morning I headed to the Dr. for a head to toe physical with special attention on my fondly nicknamed "Izzie spots".(I miss her already guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what I'm talking about, A few months ago I got some salmon colored spots on my abdomen. I'm not going to lie, skin cancer was on my mind. I mean. I'm not a tanner but I've had some major burns in my time. And I've been scared to have them checked out. Nobody wants to get bad news, but bad news later might have been devastating news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at first the Dr was a little concerned. After careful examination it was determined that I have Pityriasis Rosea. In lamens terms this means "your skin changed color for no good reason and will return to normal in a few months." So in the mean time I look like a leper but I'm healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other reports were good. He's slightly concerned I might have a galbladder problem but with the problems Amber had I told him I don't want to persue anything until I feel like it's a problem. He was ok with that. Also, it turns out I'm almost 5'4'' which is freakin awesome! LOL I guess I never really knew how tall I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I need to go plant shopping with Grandma B. Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-4878258412204060067?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4878258412204060067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=4878258412204060067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4878258412204060067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4878258412204060067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/starting-with-myself.html' title='Starting with myself'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-1611404477770068100</id><published>2009-05-23T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:51:20.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Overload</title><content type='html'>Brianna. What is there to say that hasn't already been said by fifty other teary eyed people? I know that I can say this much; I was sad to have lost a friend. I was sad I didn't stay closer if for no other reason than maybe I could've helped, could've said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I am suddenly terribly aware of how real death is. How unexpectedly it can rip through a family like a tornado. I just sat there staring at my sisters thinking "Not you. Never you. I couldn't function without you." And being a mom I thought "Not my babies. That can't happem to MY precious sweet little babies because I couldn't be that strong mom who has to comfort the other crying people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't stop death. I know that it's going to come at any time and we rarely have a chance to stop it or even slow it down. But I know that from now on, nobody close to me will be taken by something that could be prevented without me attepting to help. There's just no reason for it. Sometimes you just need a little help or someone to just listen even. So I'm here. I'll listen. I'll help. Because I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale. . . . . . . Exhale. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the opposite side of the emotional spectrum. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and I decided that in November (when his lease is up) we would like to get an apartment together. This is a big step but I'm ready and very very happy. So between now and then I have a few goals to take care of. I need to refile and finalize the divorce. I need to file for bankruptcy and get my behind in gear to be financially free and on the way to wealthy. I need to pay my dad for being a million times cooler than DNA requires and fixing my car/ saving my life. And save for the deposit on the new place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-1611404477770068100?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1611404477770068100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=1611404477770068100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1611404477770068100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1611404477770068100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional-overload.html' title='Emotional Overload'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-359873064799185620</id><published>2009-05-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:46:16.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buds</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day! It's Amy Hunnewells 23 birthday! She's the oldest of my newest friends. When i made the choice to go to Hunter rather than Cyprus I left many friends behind. There were few people I could call a close friend at that time and had a few times when I got very lonely. I almost went bac k to Cyprus for some company but out of nowhere Amy showed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I would be missed. After that i got confident and friends started showi ng up everywhere I turned. I thank her so much for being there when i needed someone for all the years since then. She's a great friend no matter the number of miles between us. I love ya girlie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-359873064799185620?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/359873064799185620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=359873064799185620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/359873064799185620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/359873064799185620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-buds.html' title='Best Buds'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-956935234724399343</id><published>2009-05-09T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:25:41.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m writing this blog from my phone! I set up mobile blogging so that i can keep you guys up to date on my activity from anywhere! Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-956935234724399343?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/956935234724399343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=956935234724399343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/956935234724399343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/956935234724399343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-writing-this-blog-from-my-phone-i-set.html' title=''/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-3173041368848480573</id><published>2009-04-16T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:22:34.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me go  MMMMMM LOL</title><content type='html'>I was tagged with the letter M! So after a little bit of thinking, here we go!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOMMIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love being a Mommy. I love my mommies. I love other mommies and mommy friends. I love mommy shows, mommy books, mommy stories. Anything mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See0hke4kjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Vuyg7B1x-ws/s1600-h/mommies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See0hke4kjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Vuyg7B1x-ws/s400/mommies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325423573210796594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$$MONEY$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This one can go both ways. But when I have it, when I'm not worrying about it, and when I'm not working with it on a daily basis, I LOVE MONEY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See1RfoUK9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8rdX7PzWZnk/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See1RfoUK9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8rdX7PzWZnk/s400/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325424396541897682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Midgetory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This what I used to call Heather when we were younger. Back in the day when I felt so much bigger than her. Where I felt I was always the big sister and always the leader. Now I know we take turns, somedays I need her to lead me and she always does standing TALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See2QboR8yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NPk9UP-eD20/s1600-h/midgetory.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See2QboR8yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NPk9UP-eD20/s400/midgetory.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325425477799768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely love it when you hear a song that gets to the very deepest part of your heart. The song that describes your mood, day, or life perfectly. It's amazing. It can make you feel like you aren't alone because somebody else feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See2_pBXfeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kj1QrlUidxk/s1600-h/Musicgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See2_pBXfeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kj1QrlUidxk/s400/Musicgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325426288848502242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that no matter how bad or sad or hard things get you can always have your happy memories. I like moms version "warm fuzzies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See4Bq2dE8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ddNv3kLLtK4/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See4Bq2dE8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ddNv3kLLtK4/s400/memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325427423210968002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAKING MILK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The mommy super power. Another thing that makes us better than our men! Pretty freakin awesome if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See4n94dLvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rC79YXXRlhU/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See4n94dLvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rC79YXXRlhU/s400/milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325428081154666226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:) MEN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, I'd be lying if I didn't say it. I know you were all thinkin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See5R_etPeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-JxS61krlWg/s1600-h/Man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See5R_etPeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-JxS61krlWg/s400/Man.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325428803138043362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, no, no! Not THAT kinda man! (Not that I'm complaining) I mean this kind of man. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See5RwsCgsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GL4SiMimnUg/s1600-h/Silly_richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See5RwsCgsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GL4SiMimnUg/s400/Silly_richard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325428799167431362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kind that will let loose and just have fun. The kind that play with the kids and just make you wanna smile until your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See5SF78IKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UxqIW_Uc_64/s1600-h/dad+and+rog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See5SF78IKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UxqIW_Uc_64/s400/dad+and+rog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325428804871266466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kind that work hard, play hard, laugh, cry, and support you through thick and thin. I love THOSE kinda men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Make Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See7lCmjluI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FCwo_WJHySk/s1600-h/Castle_in_the_Clouds063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See7lCmjluI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FCwo_WJHySk/s400/Castle_in_the_Clouds063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325431329417041634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes the most magical real life moments can happen when you are playing pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONKEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See8X0s2D3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kUsdNk3lQn0/s1600-h/snowy_caydance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See8X0s2D3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kUsdNk3lQn0/s400/snowy_caydance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325432201858649970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See8YIzs8jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ag6V5lLXS8U/s1600-h/0105090943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See8YIzs8jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ag6V5lLXS8U/s400/0105090943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325432207256121906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My little nickname for caydance. It started as soon as she started moving and then never stopped! But I love her so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Matthew Mcconaugheys Muscles LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See9VeXY4FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MUKhghKbOEU/s1600-h/matthew_mcconaughey-shirtless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See9VeXY4FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MUKhghKbOEU/s400/matthew_mcconaughey-shirtless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325433261014966354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say more? MMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-3173041368848480573?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3173041368848480573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=3173041368848480573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/3173041368848480573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/3173041368848480573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-me-go-mmmmmm-lol.html' title='Things that make me go  MMMMMM LOL'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/See0hke4kjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Vuyg7B1x-ws/s72-c/mommies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-6902563999469358587</id><published>2009-04-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:25:25.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop laughing!</title><content type='html'>Everyone thought I was jokin when I said that I needed somebody to spice up my blog for me. I'll have you know that I'm very technically challenged! LOL but I figured I would start giving it a try through baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided I better hop on this get fit train before you all leave me behind in chubbytown! (By this I mean that I am in chubbytown! Not any of you! LOL Might have said that incorrectly the first time.) So look forward to those juicy details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go get ready to go back to work!! The only way I can get enough hours is to pick up split shifts! I would greatly appreciate it if Obama could kick up this economy boost a notch or two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-6902563999469358587?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6902563999469358587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=6902563999469358587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6902563999469358587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6902563999469358587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-laughing.html' title='Stop laughing!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-919945385494290210</id><published>2009-03-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:14:46.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little world for little people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/ScEdRWNpOxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Oa3fb2REM70/s1600-h/Photo-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314561219131685650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/ScEdRWNpOxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Oa3fb2REM70/s400/Photo-0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/ScEdRASHbgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PGYUtSMRVhU/s1600-h/Photo-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314561213244861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/ScEdRASHbgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PGYUtSMRVhU/s400/Photo-0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/ScEdQun-_EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DdqCxX7czwQ/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314561208504745026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/ScEdQun-_EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DdqCxX7czwQ/s400/Photo-0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was free entry day at the Discover Gateway childrens museum. So when work forced me to leave after 2 tiny hours I decided I would take the girls. Mom was worried about the crowds but it really wasn't so bad. My only complaint was that every little blonde haired, blue eyed girl was also wearing a green t-shirt!! LOL So this added a little paranoia but I survived and so did the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say, this place was freakin awesome!! I remember going to the kids museum and it was fun but nothing like this. You start out in a beehive that teaches the kids to all work together to make fun things happe. They can out balls in all sorts of tubes and and machines and they zip around the room to land somewhere else. There are tons of cranks and gears and knobs and buttons that each have a different job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is the kids eye view room. It's an entire world in their size! There was a construction site complete with blueprints and crane. A postal service that delivered to every location in the "city". A life size house, which was Caydance's favorite. She put away all the groceries she got ffrom the grocery store, washed the table and counter, and then cooked Athena and I some lunch. There is also a farm with chickens, a full size horse, and a garden with fresh fruits and vegitables. There was a little water world that showed the water cycle and a birds nest for kids under 3 to play in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upstairs Caydance got to "fly" a real LifeFlight helicopter. She was very excited to fly the helicopter her Papa D got to ride in. Then she spent a few minutes starring in a news cast before she headed to the craft room. Then we built a paper plane and tested it in a wind tunnel, built a robot out of some blocks, and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was alot of fun and I highly recommend it for all the kids over 18 months. I'm putting up some pictures, they're a little fuzzy but super cute!&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;/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/6030210387976741037-919945385494290210?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/919945385494290210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=919945385494290210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/919945385494290210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/919945385494290210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-world-for-little-people.html' title='A little world for little people'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/ScEdRWNpOxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Oa3fb2REM70/s72-c/Photo-0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-2677607235020983021</id><published>2009-03-12T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:30:51.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it was coming.</title><content type='html'>SO since the day Caydance started talking (and then never stopped) I've been waiting for that moment when she says something politically incorrect at a volume heard by the entire establishment. Yesterday that moment finally came. Come along on this parenting journey with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too cold for the park but I had told Caydance we would go. What to do? So I drive to the nearest play place at McD's at set her loose. This place was packed like big mac monday or something. There were a group of special needs kids there. Most of their disabilities were not obvious enough for her to notice. She got a little irritated when one girl wouldn't get off the slide but she just thought she was rude! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she comes running up to me "Mommya!" because that's what she's calling me these days. "That boy scared me!" So I ask "which boy?" knowing that this was about to get educational. Now let me pause to describe this very sweet little boy to you. I don't know the name of his condition so I can only describe it. Be aware that all of this is being said with respect. He had a long jawline, larger head, and shorter arms with small fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..... I found it interesting that she described him like this. "He has bad eyes." So many other obvious things she may have noticed but she went to the eyes. Kinda sweet. So I did my best describing why her friend looked different. The whole time I'm thinking of Reba "what do you say in a moment like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every baby is different when they come out of their mommies belly. That's why you, and Tukker, and Lily, and Jaxon all look different. Well when he came out of his mommy's belly he was a little bit sick so that's why he looks different. But he's just like you! See he likes to play on the slide and throw the basketball. He's just a nice friend like all the other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stuck with "He's sick." Who knows if that's the right way to go about this conversation? But I was satisfied. A 3 year old can only grasp so much you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-2677607235020983021?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2677607235020983021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=2677607235020983021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/2677607235020983021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/2677607235020983021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-knew-it-was-coming.html' title='I knew it was coming.'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-1466781520859975384</id><published>2009-03-10T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:19:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it great. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SbbnZ7HG9hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/86ZRstIIsUg/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311687243080332818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SbbnZ7HG9hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/86ZRstIIsUg/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you are feeling tired from staying up with a teething baby. And you feel absolutely miserable, and the only thing that will keep your eyes open during a long shift is a cup of coffee. So you head in and order with the best smile you can manage. And suddenly, the guy behind the counter says "You always look so happy and beautiful when you come i here. Could I take you to dinner tonight?" Man I'm awesome! That's a pick me up! The picture isn't that great but apparently I was workin it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-1466781520859975384?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1466781520859975384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=1466781520859975384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1466781520859975384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1466781520859975384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/isnt-it-great.html' title='Isn&apos;t it great. . . .'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SbbnZ7HG9hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/86ZRstIIsUg/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-7666967951784134467</id><published>2009-02-20T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:46:58.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog info</title><content type='html'>So I found out that Richard reads my blog. That's cute! LOL But he pointed out last night that the about me section really wasn't about me anymore. So It's changed. Much more accurate now. Happy Friday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-7666967951784134467?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7666967951784134467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=7666967951784134467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/7666967951784134467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/7666967951784134467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blog-info.html' title='New blog info'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-1607058429070613250</id><published>2009-02-20T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:43:58.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it hot in here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7PtLMH2FI/AAAAAAAAADc/aafmSj7HoIo/s1600-h/0214091744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7PtLMH2FI/AAAAAAAAADc/aafmSj7HoIo/s400/0214091744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304905786093721682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and I had a sweet and sexy Valentines Day! We both got all dressed up for the occasion. Richard is wearing Tommy Hilfiger that he found for a smokin good price at NPS. I wore hot little black dress and golden shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard planned the night. We watched a movie called Charlie Bartlett. I recommend it. It's pretty cute and hits the emotions a little bit. Then we were off to dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made reservations at Skybar. It's this gorgeous restaurant on the top of the redlion hotel downtown. We sat in the North east corner and looked over the downtown skyline after dark. There was piano playing right next to us all night playing famous love songs. I ordered the lobster pasta which was good  but nothing to rave about. However, Richard ordered the lamb and it was the best thing I've ever tasted! It melted in your mouth! For dessert we had a chocolate soufle. I was impresse with the whole night. Especially how we looked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-1607058429070613250?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1607058429070613250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=1607058429070613250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1607058429070613250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1607058429070613250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-hot-in-here.html' title='Is it hot in here?'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7PtLMH2FI/AAAAAAAAADc/aafmSj7HoIo/s72-c/0214091744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-4317609566829469092</id><published>2009-01-30T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:54:36.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The friday morning infomercial!</title><content type='html'>So ladies and gents, I have a question for you. Has your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Step mom&lt;/span&gt; ever given you a garlic press that you love dearly but when it came time to wash the fabulous invention you were stumped? Well not any more! I give you the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gaaaaaaaalic&lt;/span&gt; be gone!(Shoot a picture of a toothbrush) With this handy dandy invention you can get your garlic press to SPARKLE even without the luxury of a dish washing apparatus! (That was for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christy&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. . . . I discovered yesterday that I have a possible future in the food critic industry. (Don't be jealous mom) I had a coke, same as everyday, but this coke was special. It tasted like a load of brown sugar! When I told our family Coke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aficionado&lt;/span&gt; (Better known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grandmamom&lt;/span&gt;) she rushed right over, traded me cokes, and ran to her lab. After messing with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Benson&lt;/span&gt; burners and schematics she reported that my coke had 1/100 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of a drop too much syrup.(Fractions could be slightly off.) Apparently I have very sensitive tastes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the best news of all! I heard on the radio last night, much to my excitement, that MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice are coming in concert TOGETHER! Grab your hammer pants people! It's time to throw it down old school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-4317609566829469092?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4317609566829469092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=4317609566829469092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4317609566829469092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4317609566829469092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-morning-infomercial.html' title='The friday morning infomercial!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-9206791867918623506</id><published>2009-01-21T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:29:34.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No my resolution wasn't to blog more! LOL</title><content type='html'>Howdy there amigo's! I've been pretty busy lately but took a littl etime out to update all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing fantastic! Finally they are both done having snotty noses and ugly coughs. Caydance has been crazy about music lately. She learned how to sing "3 little monkeys jumping on the bed." She also picks up on lyrics from songs on the radio and just sings the same line over and over. The other day she was trying to explain to grandma that she liked a song that Todd(our friend) sings and got a little irritated that grandma wasn't understanding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athena is rolling over really well on her own. She's working on teething right now so she's fussier than ever in her life. She's also chunking up pretty quick and getting the mysterious giant head syndrome her sister had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well. I just switched to days which makes me happier than I can express in writing. I also started 8 hours days but that never really happens. Now that christmas is over busy days are few and far betweeen. My very very awescome supervisor that arranged my shift for me recommended an employee counseling program. So I scheduled an appointment for next week. I figure if it's free why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with Richard are going well. I'm happy and having fun. He keeps me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. Everyone have a happy Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-9206791867918623506?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9206791867918623506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=9206791867918623506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/9206791867918623506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/9206791867918623506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-my-resolution-wasnt-to-blog-more-lol.html' title='No my resolution wasn&apos;t to blog more! LOL'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-6072062500674869048</id><published>2008-12-09T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:15:36.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Kayleigh! It's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>LOL Ok well I haven't gone to sleep yet so it still kinda counts as my birthday! I've had alot of excitement going on. I think my 23rd has been my greatest birthday so far!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Friday night by passing my training class in the nick of time! Richard and I, and 2 other couples, spent the saturday and part of Sunday in Park City. We stayed at the Marriott Mountainside and I highly recommend it.(Assuming you are debt free and have saved the $380 per night in your nifty cash envelope!) This place was AMAZING! There were 5 hot tubs steaming in the cold winter air. We rocked some Kareoke. The boys went snowboarding while the girl hit the outlets. And at the end of the night we sleptin candlelit bedrooms with the most comfy hotel mattress known to man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got phone calls and texts from the bunches of people who love me and I love them back. Dad and Christy took me out to lunch. Everyone was super sweet!Thanks a bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I almost forgot! Grandma B made my favorite roast for dinner on Sunday. What a sweetie! And on thursday Richard brought me a big bouquet of "Just for being amazing" flowers . Did I hear a unanimous "AWWWWWWW"? LOL Have a happy week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-6072062500674869048?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6072062500674869048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=6072062500674869048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6072062500674869048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6072062500674869048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-kayleigh-its-your-birthday.html' title='Go Kayleigh! It&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-4925535962431429455</id><published>2008-12-02T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:02:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Spectrum</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty crazy day around these parts yesterday. I'll start with the happy happy news. My little teensy tiny bundle of smiles had her first bite of cereal! Yay!! Of course she spit it all out about fifty times while I scooped it back in, but I insist thats a natural tongue movement and not disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sad side of the spectrum, the world lost a great great man. Uncle Freddie, brad's great uncle on his moms side, passed away. Not too many of my people got the chance to meet him. Ill tell you a few of the many wonderful things about him.&lt;br /&gt;He greeted every woman he knew with a kiss on both cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;He never let the moment slip by to tell you how beautiful or handsom you looked.&lt;br /&gt;He knew every Tony award winner since the beginning of time!&lt;br /&gt;He sang show tunes at random moments and made happy birthday sound like a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;He had the funniest jokes and they were just a little dirtier than you would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his day Uncle Freddie was quite the star.If you want to get a small glimpse of his shining spirit(and I recommend you do) you can see him in the movie "The RM." He plays the crazy grandpa who wants to serve everyone half cooked hamburgers.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Uncle Freddie and am so honored I got the chance to know him. I want to end on a happy note. So when Caydance was upset because she couldnt visit Uncle Freddie in Heaven, we explained to her that hes happy up there and with the people he loves. Caydanc will now tell you "Uncle Freddie lives in Heaven with Jesus and his Mommy but we cant sleepover."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-4925535962431429455?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4925535962431429455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=4925535962431429455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4925535962431429455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4925535962431429455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotional-spectrum.html' title='Emotional Spectrum'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-5473865286280493296</id><published>2008-11-30T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:58:38.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The highs and lows of Turkey day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL-Utd4qiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zbL4MVf_yNo/s1600-h/Montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274557745360054818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL-Utd4qiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zbL4MVf_yNo/s400/Montana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9GsamDBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Yru6Nb80woI/s1600-h/1129081821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274556405048019986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9GsamDBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Yru6Nb80woI/s400/1129081821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9FgJqG6I/AAAAAAAAACs/0Djzll03Qb0/s1600-h/1127081707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274556384575888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9FgJqG6I/AAAAAAAAACs/0Djzll03Qb0/s400/1127081707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9FvkW53I/AAAAAAAAACk/9F1X9hzGBh8/s1600-h/1127081656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274556388714407794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9FvkW53I/AAAAAAAAACk/9F1X9hzGBh8/s400/1127081656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9FH8sJyI/AAAAAAAAACc/tZWHTQN6l3w/s1600-h/1127081358a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274556378079045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9FH8sJyI/AAAAAAAAACc/tZWHTQN6l3w/s400/1127081358a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL9E10HAkI/AAAAAAAAACU/sBL0KAdBJNA/s1600-h/1127081357.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL8N9VWP8I/AAAAAAAAACM/M8CfiKEEp_w/s1600-h/1127081357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274555430336872386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL8N9VWP8I/AAAAAAAAACM/M8CfiKEEp_w/s400/1127081357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just start by saying how much I love Thanksgiving? How fantastic that we are encouraged to eat so many delicious things in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the festivities started at Dad and Christy's house. I would have to say my favorite dish is a tie between the whiskey carrots and the raspberry almond cake. Mmmm. It was fun seeing everybody I really like just sitting and talking with my dad. He could be talking about work and machines going down and management techniques and it totally fascinates me! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was a little sad for me. It was my first holiday experience without my little babies. I did however make some fantastic french toast for caydance that morning. Then I got the girls all dressed up pretty to go out with their daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard went to visit his family in montana for the feast but sent me beautiful pictures along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moms dinner was also delicious. I would have to say my favorite was the cranberry maple sweet potatoes. And thats a huge step from dispising the orange root! I did get to spend alot more time with my baby sister Kenzie who is totally not a baby anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I decided to make my very own Thanksgiving dinner for the first time so I could share it with the girls and Richard. I made stuffed mushrooms(which look more like baked potatoes in the pic.) Turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, cheddar garlic biscuits, and cranberry sauce! Grandma B treated us to pineapple upside down cake as a thank you for sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful for a lot this year. For the girls be super cute and healthy. For lots of friends and family. And for my realization of self reliance. It's been a much better year than I could've imagined. I however am not grateful that nobody ever comments! Is anybody even reading these things?&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-5473865286280493296?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5473865286280493296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=5473865286280493296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5473865286280493296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5473865286280493296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/highs-and-lows-of-turkey-day.html' title='The highs and lows of Turkey day'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/STL-Utd4qiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zbL4MVf_yNo/s72-c/Montana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-6824443367657405201</id><published>2008-11-27T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:09:04.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My internal clock needs batteries.</title><content type='html'>I started training at the USPS REC on Monday. It's pretty sweet so far. I know a few people who work there already. I'm making a few new friends. I'm surprised to see how stressful sitting all day can be on your body. My back is screaming for some Advil and a heating pad as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my training schedule, for the first 2 weeks, is 6 PM to midnight. I thought that sounded pretty awesome. There were a few things I didn't consider. For example I realized that since I was pregnant with Athena there have been few nights that I stayed up past 10. So when I reach that mark I still have 2 hours to go. Then I have the wait in the car while it thaws, the drive home, the inevitable wind-down period, and I finally fall asleep somewhere around 230. Then I wake up at 630 to get the girls. To top the whole thing off nicely they have been fighting a massive cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going on my 4th night of practically no sleep. It's obviously taking it's toll. I'm an emotional wreck!(LOL MORE than usual I mean) And it's like I have no control. My body needs a hard reset. Where's the sleeping sand when you need it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-6824443367657405201?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6824443367657405201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=6824443367657405201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6824443367657405201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6824443367657405201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/somebo_27.html' title='My internal clock needs batteries.'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-5592185396943130344</id><published>2008-11-19T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:50:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm about to get busy!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited! I start my new job at the SLC REC Post office warehouse on Saturday. I will be happy to be making more money to pay off my debts and start saving or the fabulous things I want in my future.  I also like the feeling of knowing that I am providing for me and my girls. It makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad decided it would be best for us to be only coparenting business partners for now. So we don't really talk and don't see eachother. It makes me a little sad but I am already seeing an improvement. I think it will make life easier in the long rn and maybe make for a better friendship down the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydance has become mommys superhelper. She is constntly rinsing dishes, throwing out diapers, or shaking baby bottles. She has suddenly become much more playful and interactive with Athena. Her recent obsession is putting up the Christmas tree which I told her we wouldn't to until Thanksgiving and have to remind her of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athena has decided to start talking like crazy!! Well I guess it's nore cooing and gurgling than anything else. She's much more alert and is growing into her own little personality. A smile is almost always on her adorable little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so so lucky to get not one, but TWO getaways in December! On the 6th I am going with a group of friends to stay in a condo in Park City to celebrate our friend Fivas turning 23. (Many thanks to Heather or providing daycare.) The weekend of the 13th Richard and I are going to Wendover for drinks food and fun! I am quite excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-5592185396943130344?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5592185396943130344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=5592185396943130344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5592185396943130344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/5592185396943130344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-about-to-get-busy.html' title='I&apos;m about to get busy!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-1532489587556540851</id><published>2008-11-19T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:38:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMY!  Mommy tagged me!</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Post rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2)Answer the six "8" items&lt;br /&gt;3)Let each person know they've been tagged by leaving them a comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;~Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;~House MD&lt;br /&gt;~Bones&lt;br /&gt;~Nip/Tuck&lt;br /&gt;~What not to wear&lt;br /&gt;~Shimmy&lt;br /&gt;~Buffy&lt;br /&gt;~Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;~Picked up the girls&lt;br /&gt;~Ate La frontera left overs&lt;br /&gt;~Washed dishes&lt;br /&gt;~Cleaned the kids room&lt;br /&gt;~Bought apples and a vegi tray&lt;br /&gt;~Dropped the kids off&lt;br /&gt;~Watched Shimmy&lt;br /&gt;~Hung out with Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;~Starting my new job!&lt;br /&gt;~The holidays with my new little family!!&lt;br /&gt;~Going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;~Getting out of debt.&lt;br /&gt;~My 2 vacations in December&lt;br /&gt;~Athena crawling. How cute will that be!&lt;br /&gt;~Thanksgiving dinner x3!!! Yum-o!&lt;br /&gt;~Getting back to my skinnier happy self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;~Red Lobster&lt;br /&gt;~Johnny Carinos&lt;br /&gt;~Z tejas&lt;br /&gt;~La Luna&lt;br /&gt;~Citrus Grill&lt;br /&gt;~Costa Vida&lt;br /&gt;~Macaroni Grill&lt;br /&gt;~Leatherbys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;~A better friendship with Brad.&lt;br /&gt;~A home of  my very own!&lt;br /&gt;~The time and money to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;~A happy future&lt;br /&gt;~A smaller tummy&lt;br /&gt;~A big happy family&lt;br /&gt;~A savings account with an impressive balance&lt;br /&gt;~Inspiration to find a passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;~Ummmm I don't even know 8 people or if I can re tag someone so "I'll get back to ya"(Palin style)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-1532489587556540851?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1532489587556540851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=1532489587556540851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1532489587556540851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1532489587556540851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommy-mommy-tagged-me.html' title='MOMMY!  Mommy tagged me!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-7127883085535728179</id><published>2008-11-11T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:44:51.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job and a sick day</title><content type='html'>I finally made it around to the meeting for the USPS. I have an interview tomorrow and my friends that work there said they hire everyone who passes the background check. I was thinking long and hard and I don't remeber any felony kidnapping charges or identity theft so it looks like I'll be starting on the 22nd. It's about time ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come down with the worst cold ever. The sniffle isn't so bad. The cough is barely there. But I feel like I ran a marathon or something. Every muscle just aches. Grandma B stocked me up with Nyquil, Airborne, and chicken noodle soup. Something is bound to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-7127883085535728179?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7127883085535728179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=7127883085535728179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/7127883085535728179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/7127883085535728179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/job-and-sick-day.html' title='A Job and a sick day'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-146980416410261512</id><published>2008-10-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:06:23.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this strange lack of noise?</title><content type='html'>Silence is so strange for me. I think it was the years in a house full of sisters and then my house full of kids. Tonight it's dead silent. The kids are at Brads house for the night. I have no date. I can occasionally hear grandma walking around but that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the langoliers around here!!! (A little Stephen King reference for mom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scrubbed my kitchen until it sparkled. I washed my sheets that were washed a few days ago. I reorganized the cans in my cabinets. This feeling should pass right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am only a few small steps from employment. I missed my meeting to get in on account of a battery problem in the car. Many many thanks to Christy for coming to rescue us on the side of the freeway.(Why do you always break down on the freeway? Is that just one of those things like traffic when you are running late?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-146980416410261512?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/146980416410261512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=146980416410261512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/146980416410261512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/146980416410261512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-this-strange-lack-of-noise.html' title='What is this strange lack of noise?'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-8014217002667859522</id><published>2008-10-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:59:32.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Feel Good (Think Warm Fuzzies)</title><content type='html'>When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items In front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Important things- your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions&lt;/span&gt;--and if everything else was lost and only they Remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things thatMatter like your job, your house and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else--the small stuff.'   'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness&lt;/span&gt;. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Set your priorities. The rest is just sand..&lt;/span&gt;'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffeeRepresented. The professor smiled. 'I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-8014217002667859522?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8014217002667859522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=8014217002667859522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/8014217002667859522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/8014217002667859522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-feel-good-think-warm-fuzzies.html' title='The Friday Feel Good (Think Warm Fuzzies)'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-142473137434577753</id><published>2008-10-09T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:31:41.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times are a changin!</title><content type='html'>Again I start with an apology to those who actually look on here to see what is happening in my life. I have a very large update for you guys today. Lets start with the biggest and work our way down. It will be like a Tarintino Movie!(I haven't watched Pulp Fiction in a while!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brad and I are getting a divorce. I am trying to be tough., trying to be strong, trying to be the hard as stone single mom you always hear about. But sometimes, when the mood hits just right or I'm alone I cry. It's a sad sad thing. I have made horrible mistakes and hurt him. He's done the same to me. All I know is that we love eachother, not in the way 2 married people should, but in the way that kids who grow up together and experience life together do. I wish happiness for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I moved into my grandma's basement. I know it's not "MY" place but I [ay rent and clean it and decorate it! That's about as close to "MINE" as you can get right? It's a strange thing doing it myself but I'm adjusting. Sometimes I think......"What do I do with all this spare time I suddenly have?" So if you have any hobby suggestions let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm job hunting! I'll let you know how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. And thank you so much for your love and support. Special thanks to mom for feeding me, putting a roof over my head, and keeping it real LOL. I needed the tough love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-142473137434577753?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/142473137434577753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=142473137434577753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/142473137434577753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/142473137434577753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/times-are-changin.html' title='Times are a changin!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-1128668425154619234</id><published>2008-09-12T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:23:09.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fordham Friday Funny!</title><content type='html'>Todays funny Caydance story should make grandma very proud! Caydance was sitting on the computer pushing random buttons so her aunt emmalee asked "do you want to play paint?" Caydance replied "I want to go on your space Emmalee!" LOL I hope you get it! Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-1128668425154619234?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1128668425154619234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=1128668425154619234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1128668425154619234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1128668425154619234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/fordham-friday-funny.html' title='Fordham Friday Funny!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-3051526058854048888</id><published>2008-09-10T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:35:30.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mini chicken and the one who thinks it can fly!</title><content type='html'>Athena (I spelled it right this time!) had her 2 month Dr. appointment. She is now a WHOPPIN 9 pounds and 3 ounces! She is 21 3/4 inches long and is managing to get through her first few months with an average sized head(unlike her genius sister). The Dr says that if her gas and poop problems arent clearing up I should try cutting dairy out of my diet. Hmmm..... that's ice cream, cheese, and milk. My best friend pointed out that I will be left with coke and the occasional vegetable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydance has decided that she wants to be a stunt double when he grows up! While I was at Dr Brogli's office Caydance stood up on her mini stroller from santa and attempted to jump over her gate. Well she didn't quite make it over, her foot caught in the stroller, and she knocked the gate down landing on her face. I guess santa didn't take this situation into consideration before leaving the stroller under our tree. What was he thinking? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-3051526058854048888?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3051526058854048888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=3051526058854048888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/3051526058854048888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/3051526058854048888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mini-chicken-and-one-who-thinks-it.html' title='My mini chicken and the one who thinks it can fly!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-2727215987003944080</id><published>2008-09-05T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:32:29.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally found the brake pedal!</title><content type='html'>One of these days, when I say I promise to keep you all better informed in blog land, I will honestly and truly live up to it! I finally found a little down time to write about this little adventure I am taking down the long winding road of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little family of 4 packed up all our baggage and moved into my in-laws basement. While I am aware that this is a common step for those married before their brain cells fully developed, it still leaves me a little on the down side. I am trying to stay positive and have found a few upsides to the situation. People here think my cooking is of the gods! That's a nice feeling. I also get a little help with juggling a toddler that is obsessed with touching everything in her range. Everyone always wants to hold babies so Athen pretty much has it made in the shade around these parts. We are beginning our financial makeover. No debt someday is a relaxing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydance is growing up and moving faster than I will ever be able to adjust to. She can open her gate now..... the tall one! So corraling her isn't really an option anymore. The other day she decided she wanted some cheese, so she took out the block and took a big bite out of it! Insane! Her favorite words are "Oh pap!" (oh crap) and "what eeeeeverrrrrr" And today for the first time, when I told her she couldn't have ice cream until AFTER her nap, she replied "I hate you" Of course she followed it by "I didn't say it" Looks like I have a pre teen on my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athena is huge. Well not by any normal standards but her chicken legs have filled out to be of average thickness! And she is pooping every 6 days which is a big improvement for her! LOL She smiles ALOT. She has a few little dimples in her chin that I never noticed until the fat set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad is enjoying his new job. He's ranked at the top of his training class and pretty proud of it. We hit another little rough patch recently but we're doing that "work hard on your marriage" thing people are always talking about. I'm sure it will all be fine and we spend alot of time together in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill you guys in more frequently. Promise!! LOL I miss you all. I swear I haven't seen you all in ages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-2727215987003944080?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2727215987003944080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=2727215987003944080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/2727215987003944080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/2727215987003944080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-finally-found-brake-pedal.html' title='I finally found the brake pedal!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-7064762162980961401</id><published>2008-08-07T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:13:56.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month of monologues</title><content type='html'>Howdy there blog world. We decided to cut cable and internet here at fort fordham to save a little money. That is why I have been slacking in my monologues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad got a job at Comcast whhich he starts on Monday. It turns out we will get cable and internet for free now! He is pretty happy to be getting out of the production industry, and I am happy to are him in a few more dress shirts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens is doing spectacular. She holds her head up like a champ. She is much more mellow than her sister, she is happy just laying in her swing all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydance has become quite the little parrot. Some of the words she picks up on aren't the greatest but I have to admit its still a little funny. She is also a mini mommy. Last week she kept saying "Tuh tuh stop dat ah I tude" Hopefully that passes soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I had my Dr appointment today. I have lost 31 pounds in 6 weeks and that puts me at 11 pounds lighter than when I got pregnant! Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-7064762162980961401?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7064762162980961401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=7064762162980961401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/7064762162980961401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/7064762162980961401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/month-of-monologues.html' title='A month of monologues'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-4156819769277547872</id><published>2008-07-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:28:59.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally finished</title><content type='html'>Well today we finally got the news we have been dying to hear. The seventh Dr in our journey says that we have a healthy happy baby. No more mini tanning bed. No more draining insane amounts of blood from her little tiny foot. And no more of grandmas gas being wasted on valley wide expeditions to the hospital. She's really at home now and we couldn't be happier. Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-4156819769277547872?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4156819769277547872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=4156819769277547872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4156819769277547872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/4156819769277547872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-finished.html' title='finally finished'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-1729521489819643219</id><published>2008-07-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:23:22.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SGsCp_xGUCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TSpleEFxOHs/s1600-h/My+babies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267513754112034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SGsCp_xGUCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TSpleEFxOHs/s400/My+babies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Blog much Kayleigh? Ha ha. I am giving myself a get out of jail free card because of the birth of my little sweetness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right! Athena Jasmine Fordham has finally arrived and I am so so happy. I think I rushed it a little but when you see her face you'll know why I couldn't possibly wait another second to meet her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athena spent her first 2 days on earth in the NICU. I wasn't really prepared for that. I'm really thankful for all the support of my family and friends. I don't think I could have made it through that situation without them. I feel like I sould give some kudos to the NICU nurses at jordan valley. Those people love ther jobs and you can see it every minute of the day. I am glad I had such amazing people working to get my baby healthy. Now Athen is breathing like a champ and nursing like a baby dairy cow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are on step two. Jaundice. I thought that after dealing with Caydance's jaundice a few years ago I would be able to handle it with no problem. That is not how it went down. LOL When that guy showed up with the Bili light I cried worse than my newborn. I am doing ok now. Just nursing like crazy and resisting the temptation to play with her so that she can hurry and get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had much time to get to know my baby girlbut here is what I know so far......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a little dimple on her right cheek. She has my long skinny toes. She also seems to have my crooked eye issue. She's very mellow and relaxed. She handles her sister mauling her very well. She is fascinated by her daddy talking to her. And I love her more than I ever thought I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many more updates to come on my new life as a mother of two..... kisses and hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-1729521489819643219?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1729521489819643219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=1729521489819643219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1729521489819643219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1729521489819643219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SGsCp_xGUCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TSpleEFxOHs/s72-c/My+babies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-6573351278248946977</id><published>2008-06-18T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:44:38.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe is awry!</title><content type='html'>Until this morning I was a big believer in small moments of madness leading to big events. Unfortunately I was proven wrong by the universe, it's always a bummer when that happens. I'll start from the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Dr. appointment yesterday.(The last one before the big induction next week!) They had scheduled me in the late afternoon which is nevergood for our single car situation. Rather than waking up earlier than the rooster to take Brad to work, I asked Mom for a ride. Mom is always to the rescue! So the time comes to leave for my appointment. I managed to bathe, brush, and dress and feed both Caydance and myself. I was on a roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brad calls, with alot of excitement, to tell me he is off of work and can make it to the appointment. He really has missed going, he's the involved type. So I take Caydance out of moms car, we all give kisses, and we sit on the porch to wait for Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rush as fast as we legally can to the hospital and manage to make it only 5 minutes late. We run up the stairs (My run was quite waddly), burst through the door, and let the receptionist know we had an appt. That was when she informed us that our appt was at this time tomorrow. My pregnant brain had made me very upset. That was a whole lot of hoopla for nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way home the car started acting funny. One little thing at a time was going crazy like the car had been posessed by an evil demon! After calling my dad (Parent number 2 to my rescue) we found out it was the alternator. Dad bought one for us, a VERY expensive gift, and Brad bravely told them to go on to their anniversary dinner and he would install it. What a hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well somewhere around midnight Brad and his brother finally finished up. Did I mention it was a full moon? Well anyway, I lay upstairs waiting for the baby to come but not a single contraction. My theory was disproved. And now I sit here, before sun up, preparing myself for the real Dr appt. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-6573351278248946977?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6573351278248946977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=6573351278248946977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6573351278248946977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6573351278248946977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/universe-is-awry.html' title='The universe is awry!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-6047242536401983724</id><published>2008-06-16T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:35:42.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody else baby hungry?</title><content type='html'>I found this poem in a magazine. I guess it's a few lines from a childrens song. I am so excited for my baby to come that I am crying over her carseat. It makes me feel a little crazy. But this poem gave me warm fuzzies so I thought I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;While everyone was asleep&lt;br /&gt;I looked out my window,&lt;br /&gt;up through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was so big&lt;br /&gt;and covered in stars!&lt;br /&gt;I knew a baby brother or sister&lt;br /&gt;would soon be ours.&lt;br /&gt;Our family of three&lt;br /&gt;is growing beyond&lt;br /&gt;my mommy daddy and me.&lt;br /&gt;Just how will it be,&lt;br /&gt;when we add another branch&lt;br /&gt;to our family tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-6047242536401983724?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6047242536401983724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=6047242536401983724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6047242536401983724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/6047242536401983724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/anybody-else-baby-hungry.html' title='Anybody else baby hungry?'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-84122342047976804</id><published>2008-06-11T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:50:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curly Sue's big tadoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCc3-FGNaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/blzcllyP06M/s1600-h/Caydance+first+haircut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210837254238778786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCc3-FGNaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/blzcllyP06M/s400/Caydance+first+haircut+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCcHMJ8mkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZbIURTcx5pk/s1600-h/Caydance+first+haircut+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836416203627074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCcHMJ8mkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZbIURTcx5pk/s400/Caydance+first+haircut+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCcHmg4tRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yE05SsFP9kg/s1600-h/Caydance+first+haircut+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836423279162642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCcHmg4tRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yE05SsFP9kg/s400/Caydance+first+haircut+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCcINYiQQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZW4ls3rNrr0/s1600-h/Caydance+first+haircut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My curly haired little girl got her first hair cut today. It was beginning to get a little out of control and I saw scary carrot top things happening if I didn't do something quick! So we called up Kaylee, our family favorite hair stylist, to handle the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't want anything too drastic! So she started by trimming up the back so the ends would hopefully tangle up alot less. This is where I start day dreaming of days without screaming fights over pigtails. Kaylee took so little hair off that I couldn't even see it hitting the ground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went for bangs so that her hair would stay out of her eyes. Now I must share with you a very embarassing moment. Kaylee went to cut the bangs and Caydance refused to look forward. So when holding a small toy wouldn't work, Kaylee brilliantly said "Caydance will you look at my pretty necklace?" So after she admired it for a minute I asked Caydance "Do you think her necklace is pretty?" to which she replied........ from the mouths of babes......."Boobs!" You think maybe there has bee a little too much talk of breast feeding lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well everything turned out well. Caydance is now a picture perfect little toddler with her attitude, chubby cheeks, curly hair, bangs, and full knowledge of the female anatomy. Kisses until next time. &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/6030210387976741037-84122342047976804?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/84122342047976804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=84122342047976804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/84122342047976804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/84122342047976804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/curly-sues-big-tadoo.html' title='Curly Sue&apos;s big tadoo!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SFCc3-FGNaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/blzcllyP06M/s72-c/Caydance+first+haircut+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-8416970077989321670</id><published>2008-05-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:36:23.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry about the absence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright! Well I finally escaped corporate america! ( Actually I was kindly laid off) But now I am at home and getting into the groove of the stay at home mom thing! I have been planning meals AND cooking them. (Anyone who knows me will realize the humor in that) I have also created an office area downstairs to make way for the nursery!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Athena Jasmine will be here in 5 weeks and 4 days. We finally got a crib and I am absolutely in love with it. Now I just have a whole nursery to build around it! Caydance is getting pretty excited about her sister. SHe checks the crib every morning to see if anything has changed... as if Athena has magically appeared overnight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I hope you are all having as much fun with this spring weather as I am! Talk again soon :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-8416970077989321670?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8416970077989321670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=8416970077989321670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/8416970077989321670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/8416970077989321670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-about-absence.html' title='Sorry about the absence!'/><author><name>Mommy Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12993184876062487117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9jGDvF78R0/SZ7LnDs6g1I/AAAAAAAAADU/cjux3mwqFvk/S220/kay8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030210387976741037.post-1469147340913644550</id><published>2008-03-04T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:12:07.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Kayleigh. Nice to meet you!!</title><content type='html'>Alright. So this is blogger land? I guess I can work with this. I fully intended on sticking to my Myspace argument with mom. When Heather Signed up, I had no choice. So I guess if all else fails I can copy and paste between the 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well not too much is happening right now. Mostly just waiting. Waiting to move. Waiting to have a baby. Waiting for brad to get settled in his job. Mostly I'm waiting to be a stay at home mom. Ever since the topic came up work seems like torture! I sit here next to my two foot window and dream of playing at the park with the kids. Or going out to lunch with the girls. ( Not quite sure who "the girls" are, but every stay at home mom does that right?) Guess I will just have to keep at this whole working thing for now. But I have faith that soon my day will come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030210387976741037-1469147340913644550?l=cadydidsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1469147340913644550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6030210387976741037&amp;postID=1469147340913644550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1469147340913644550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030210387976741037/posts/default/1469147340913644550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadydidsmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-kayleigh-nice-to-meet-you.html' title='I&apos;m Kayleigh. 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