<?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-5495288881245371309</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:14:43.835-06:00</updated><category term='cuddle'/><category term='snow ball'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Trevor'/><title type='text'>Adventures  w/ Caden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-858661380506440588</id><published>2008-10-21T17:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:33:41.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...mostly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SP5YZE2WSUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hKWll17u82I/s1600-h/111_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259738602636986690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SP5YZE2WSUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hKWll17u82I/s320/111_3793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; had his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dentist&lt;/span&gt; appointment!! He did great! I was very impressed. Last weekend Great Grandma cut his hair w/ clippers. He was in a highchair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; would put the hair she cut off on the tray and he would stuff in the bed of a toy truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going well w/ us. Well...mostly. Trevor was let go from his job so we are looking around for a new job. We'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though...just have to cut back on our spending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I updated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caden's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shutterfly&lt;/span&gt; site. &lt;a href="http://cadendayne.shutterfly.com/"&gt;http://cadendayne.shutterfly.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-858661380506440588?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/858661380506440588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=858661380506440588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/858661380506440588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/858661380506440588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/10/okmostly.html' title='Ok...mostly'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SP5YZE2WSUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hKWll17u82I/s72-c/111_3793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-878244230987254878</id><published>2008-09-12T08:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:47:57.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>w/o the rehash</title><content type='html'>Well there is so much to catch up on that I haven't been writing b/c I just didn't feel like rehashing it all so I'm just going to jump right in and forget the catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night about 2am Caden woke up screaming.  This was unusual so I got up right away.  I went in to his room and he was curled up in a ball in the middle of his crib butt naked.  He took off his PJs and his diaper at some point.  Of course this didn't really work out for him when he had to pee.  He was laying on top of his blankie so it was soaked.  Lately he has gravitated towards one blankie...before I had 2 or 3 I could switch between.  When I put him back to bed w/o he was very unhappy.  So we had to listen to his cries of grief for 10 mins or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my days are spent throwing up or thinking I'm going to throw up.  BTW I'm pregnant again.  9 weeks I think...I lost count already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-878244230987254878?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/878244230987254878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=878244230987254878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/878244230987254878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/878244230987254878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/09/wo-rehash.html' title='w/o the rehash'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-1407651625065054195</id><published>2008-07-28T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:18:30.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Well after 3 months our computer is up and working :o)  So many things have happened since my last post including big milestones, happy news and sad news.  I will write more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-1407651625065054195?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1407651625065054195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=1407651625065054195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1407651625065054195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1407651625065054195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-2872296610650323662</id><published>2008-04-07T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:54:36.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super mom</title><content type='html'>Laundry day...ick.  Laundry is a thankless job but it is sneakier than most thankless jobs (ie dishes).  I always relax a little too much when I get caught up on laundry.  I never think I'm that far behind until I collect the pile in the bathroom...at the end of the stairs...behind the rocker in Caden's room...in the laundry room...Oh wait...there's a pile in the corner of our bedroom.  Once that is done that WOW I've got a lot of laundry to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other indicators that I'm behind I don't seem to pick up on very quickly either.  This is classic "Honey...I'm out of t-shirts" this is always in the morning...when I can't do anything about it.  Never do I get a warning when there are 2 or 3 t-shirts left...or even the day the last clean one was used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many steps to get behind on too.  I could get behind on collecting the laundry or sorting it...or forget to put it in the dryer (then I have to rewash them because they smell mildewy).  Then there is the forgotten step that I kick myself for the most.  I remember all the steps but forget them in the dryer.  I did all the work but now they are a wrinkled heap because I ran to the grocery store while the dryer was going and in the chaos that following a trip to the store (cranky kid, groceries to carry in and put away ect) forgot all about them.  Now I have to A) iron them (I don't iron) B) Rewash them(shhh don't tell anyone I do this) C) look bad when I wear them  or D) hang it up but then never wear it because it is wrinkled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book called The Confessions of a Super Mom.  It is about a woman that in a horrible swiffer accident becomes Super Mom.  She had the ability to zap things clean, knows when things will be on sale (and can "feel" when there is a register error), knows when children are in danger, can super eavesdrop on children (she can even hear IMs) and whip children in to obedience with her merciless glare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a super mom power what would it be?  I would be able to snap a wrinkled shirt in the air and the wrinkles would disappear, have the ability to know whats in my fridge at any moment and know what I can make with it.   When I pour out ingredient I would be able to see exactly what measurement it is eliminating the need for measuring spoons and cups.  Know by just looking at one of my family members if they have met their daily requirement of fruits, veggies, protein...ect.   Of course I would love to beable to zap my dishes clean too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about being a stay at home mom is that I have very little negotiating power over the division of labor (until Caden can start helping more that is).  If I was working I could pawn off some of the chores I hate to Trev part of the time and do the ones I like (cooking) but since I'm at home all those chores are mine by default.  When it comes down to it I'm not a good house keeper.  I have a friend (she knows who she is) that does have a flair for keeping things neat, organized and clean...but with her excluded I think most women don't think they are good house keepers.  Even if they are.  We tend to look and see the things we are not caught up with instead of all the things we have done or do a good job on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-2872296610650323662?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2872296610650323662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=2872296610650323662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/2872296610650323662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/2872296610650323662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-mom.html' title='Super mom'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-6047878259694944942</id><published>2008-03-19T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:42:25.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two quick videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15d7b21cdd15e6a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15d7b21cdd15e6a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FBE15E426374BE9C8D3AC740794FD371A3A6F1B.3AD81C35EB77C0CD6D28CDAE6CC4EF43AB98EAC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15d7b21cdd15e6a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUs6tLRhcMjxrrWoE_u--bHUoMT0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15d7b21cdd15e6a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FBE15E426374BE9C8D3AC740794FD371A3A6F1B.3AD81C35EB77C0CD6D28CDAE6CC4EF43AB98EAC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15d7b21cdd15e6a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUs6tLRhcMjxrrWoE_u--bHUoMT0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it was only that easy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db0287117d7501b8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb0287117d7501b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D835796CD8BE0146EE3369E43885065B0602041D4.79664106D5949C649B536DE1A23B04A1869B9040%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb0287117d7501b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlUH1qeq_n_KzspiG13lSyVG0hXo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb0287117d7501b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D835796CD8BE0146EE3369E43885065B0602041D4.79664106D5949C649B536DE1A23B04A1869B9040%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb0287117d7501b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlUH1qeq_n_KzspiG13lSyVG0hXo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-6047878259694944942?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15d7b21cdd15e6a6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db0287117d7501b8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6047878259694944942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=6047878259694944942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6047878259694944942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6047878259694944942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-quick-videos.html' title='Two quick videos'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-533317794477873839</id><published>2008-03-12T17:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:49:28.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>WE GOT THE HOUSE!!  After one offer and 7 counter-offers from us and 7 counter offers from the seller...setting the First Weber Rhinelander record for # of counter-offers...we have an excepted offer :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://listing%20of%20our%20house./"&gt;Listing of our house.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I was playing with Caden and I put a blanket over my head so he could pull it off (we play this game often).  I hear him come up to me and feel him grab the blanket and I was expecting him to pull it off ("where's mommy?")  but instead he put it over his head too so we were both under the blanket.  We had a nice little conversation under there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden: Bee doo da de do!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? Bee doo da de do?&lt;br /&gt;Caden: Eshh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Caden: HI!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put our forehead together and our noses together. Then I tickled him.  It was so sweet!  After that he pretended to wash my hair.  He had an empty shampoo bottle and "dumped" it on my head and made a "fshh fshh fshh" noise.  He rode around a bit on my back then it was nap time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-533317794477873839?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/533317794477873839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=533317794477873839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/533317794477873839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/533317794477873839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-1996548027209345356</id><published>2008-03-11T11:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:08:17.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acbfb8c19b2b3b45" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacbfb8c19b2b3b45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ED6311B996E2B4CE2B8AB8DE6155015EE7A4A04.61E1E47C1141AF66B0B7616101C88E029AEF06E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacbfb8c19b2b3b45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUJxi9FHY2renRTwg9GdmLohEr_0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacbfb8c19b2b3b45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ED6311B996E2B4CE2B8AB8DE6155015EE7A4A04.61E1E47C1141AF66B0B7616101C88E029AEF06E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacbfb8c19b2b3b45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUJxi9FHY2renRTwg9GdmLohEr_0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a video of Caden drinking out of a glass all by himself for the first time (well...w/o dumping the contents all over). He's being so sweet. After being sick he is cuddlier! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are still trying to get an offer accepted on the home we're looking at. It's been over a month since our first offer and we've set the record at our real estate office for most counter-offers. I just want to know if it's ours or not. That way I can get excited! So hopefully my next post will be w/ news that we are going to be home owners :oD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-1996548027209345356?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acbfb8c19b2b3b45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1996548027209345356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=1996548027209345356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1996548027209345356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1996548027209345356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/03/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-2396651470663409344</id><published>2008-02-29T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:20:29.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Big Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3034d745e7de28cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3034d745e7de28cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40B5CB322D791F4896464C3AAB658F009EF79B8E.2D681B9468B5567D29F311D6776F24A4D47D2280%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3034d745e7de28cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuExkJDTZVGS-xeQLk3BhFFpNI8I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3034d745e7de28cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40B5CB322D791F4896464C3AAB658F009EF79B8E.2D681B9468B5567D29F311D6776F24A4D47D2280%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3034d745e7de28cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuExkJDTZVGS-xeQLk3BhFFpNI8I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As promised!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-2396651470663409344?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3034d745e7de28cd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2396651470663409344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=2396651470663409344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/2396651470663409344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/2396651470663409344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-big-universe.html' title='Great Big Universe'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-3094310833745574339</id><published>2008-02-29T11:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:26:53.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-977685f2f6c1c84e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D977685f2f6c1c84e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E75CD35A7063D4D9A60DE4DB1A034822344E3C1.4BC0E2D0666BA6127D2F0DBF759C34D9C434FB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D977685f2f6c1c84e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGiZDPZrjegU_r1Gty9Ukr_xLjZk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D977685f2f6c1c84e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E75CD35A7063D4D9A60DE4DB1A034822344E3C1.4BC0E2D0666BA6127D2F0DBF759C34D9C434FB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D977685f2f6c1c84e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGiZDPZrjegU_r1Gty9Ukr_xLjZk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been lonely these past couple of days.  Caden is sick and he just wants to sleep and sleep.  I get him up to feed him (he won't eat though) and try to get some fluids in him.  But he is so miserable when he's awake it's I don't blame him for wanting to sleep.  I've started putting protein powder in his milk (the only thing he'll take).  So it's just me here doing laundry passing time.  I didn't realize how much company he really is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I'm going to edit some of our videos we took this past weekend.  Coming up is a montage of Caden putting on daddy's shoes, Caden eating peas off the floor like a puppy and Caden babbling :oD  Oh...and Trevor going down his sledding run he made in the back yard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-3094310833745574339?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=977685f2f6c1c84e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3094310833745574339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=3094310833745574339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/3094310833745574339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/3094310833745574339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-feeling-good.html' title='Not Feeling Good'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-2925399739827445766</id><published>2008-02-20T13:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:48:07.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewildered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R7yRqXAWeNI/AAAAAAAAABo/HDmSTGuCB7U/s1600-h/cadenluvzmommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169166629230508242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R7yRqXAWeNI/AAAAAAAAABo/HDmSTGuCB7U/s320/cadenluvzmommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No new pictures so here is an old one.  He was 3 1/2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden is doing all kinds of cute things. Today we played "Wake Up!"...basically I cuddle up w/ his blanket on the floor and snore...if he touches me in any way I wake up and say "OHHH you woke me up!!!" He would gently push me back down so I would go to sleep again. He would rub my head to wake me up, or climb on me. It was great fun until he wacked me on the back w/ a hard plastic toy. It startled me so much I yelled "OWW" and told him "don't hit mommy...be gentle." but he was already upset from my yelling and he laid down on the floor and cried w/ this face that was just miserable. At least he didn't laugh when I said "ow" like he usually does...maybe he caught on that it hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he gets a kick out of is to play the messages on the answer machine. He can climb on to the stool at the island so fast...that is how he gets to the phone. Well...I deleted the messages and then it would say "No messages." He started say "Nooooo?" back to it so I decided record a message for him. Then Trevor did...then Grandma &amp;amp; Papa. He loves it! So if you want to leave a message for Caden you are welcome to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Caden in the daycare at the YMCA...I had a few minutes to spare so I watched him through the window. He walked over by this other tottler that was probably younger and much smaller (he was walking good). This tot pushed him over and Caden landed on his behind. I thought Caden might cry but he just looked at this boy with eyes full of confusion. Then the boy took his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed a handful of Cadens hair...his hair was then sticking up...still he didn't cry but his face was even more bewildered! I guess Caden still didn't do what this little guy wanted so he poked him in the eye. Maybe Caden make a noise of some sort because this is when the babysitter took notice. I was laughing because it didn't even occur to Caden to hit him back...he was much bigger than the other kid. He really is a sweetie under his activeness. He looked so cute sitting on the floor with his hair sticking up and that face! I wish I had gotten a picture. It's good for Caden to be around other children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-2925399739827445766?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2925399739827445766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=2925399739827445766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/2925399739827445766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/2925399739827445766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/02/bewildered.html' title='Bewildered'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R7yRqXAWeNI/AAAAAAAAABo/HDmSTGuCB7U/s72-c/cadenluvzmommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-6162509347342690507</id><published>2008-02-06T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:39:07.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Well we did it! We put in an offer on an home. Now I jump every time the phone rings :oD Trevor was so excited last night that at about 4am he woke me up and was talking about everything he wanted to do to the house. At first I just let him talk because I thought if he got it out of his system he would go back to sleep. After a while I mention I was trying to sleep. He said he was trying to talk in that voice that puts me to sleep but his excitement was coming through. So he stopped talking about it and I would almost be asleep and he would say something else. Finally he got out of bed and went to work early. So we just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden is being so cute. Last night he was playing and Trev and I were sitting on the couch reading magazines and Caden would drag his blankies out of his room and shove them in to my lap and say "awww" so I would cuddle up to the blanket and say "awww" and then he would go his way. Then he would come back and lay his head in my lap and say "awww" until I would cuddle with the blanket again. He did this over and over again. Sometimes crawling into my lap and sucking his thumb and sometimes just running over, saying "awww" and then running back to what he was doing. He was sharing he blankie w/ me :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing he did was put together his first phrase. That is not just repeating back something we said but taking two words he knows and putting them together...and that phrase is (drum roll please) "puppy shoes" referring to his slippers. He's so smart. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tax place Trev &amp;amp; I had our eyes off Caden for a second and he managed to unplug a power strip that powered two computers!  OY!  This is why I call this Adventures w/ Caden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-6162509347342690507?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6162509347342690507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=6162509347342690507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6162509347342690507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6162509347342690507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-5592218718634779118</id><published>2008-02-05T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:15:41.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R6h8lgqeM7I/AAAAAAAAABY/guP6jGWCAsI/s1600-h/107_3785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163513956645352370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R6h8lgqeM7I/AAAAAAAAABY/guP6jGWCAsI/s320/107_3785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caden fell asleep while Tiana and I were shopping at Target.  I was suprised!  I guess vacation does that to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R6h8CAqeM6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VmzmJufyQeQ/s1600-h/107_3779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163513346759996322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R6h8CAqeM6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VmzmJufyQeQ/s320/107_3779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture I said I would post of Caden in the tunnel...he is so tired!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't written in a while. Sorry! Things are really exciting around here lately. We are about to put in our first offer on a home. Eeek! I knew that this would be stressful but I didn't realize it would be so emotionally &amp;amp; mentally draining. Megan is going to watch Caden while we go see the realtor and that is soooo nice. Last time we were there it was hard to focus.  So wish us luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor's birthday was last week.  27 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really focus right now...too many things to think about and I'm ADD.  I'll keep everyone updated on the house offer.&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/5495288881245371309-5592218718634779118?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5592218718634779118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=5592218718634779118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/5592218718634779118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/5592218718634779118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/02/cannot-focus.html' title='Cannot Focus'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R6h8lgqeM7I/AAAAAAAAABY/guP6jGWCAsI/s72-c/107_3785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-9173247403482981047</id><published>2008-01-24T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:11:12.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stir crazy</title><content type='html'>I am trapped! My car won't start. Do you want to know why? Because it is so flippin cold that the battery won't hold a charge. I rushed to get out the door to go house hunting w/ a tottler in tow in temps that are not close to double digits unless it is negative. I'm not talking about at night...in the middle of the day with the sun shining it is so cold that the snow that got tracked in on the landing has not melted. If we go out side our fingers get slow and stiff w/ in seconds. I had to try to connect the "jump pack" to my car and I couldn't use my gloves because...well I guess I could but I don't work well with gloves. Now I am stuck here on this frozen joke of a city that names there businesses after imaginary monsters (hodag properties, hodag lanes, hodag blah blah blah) and high fashion is an oversized hoodie! I live on a road I could probably ice skate on. Two miles of blind turn after blind turn on ice. "Oh gee" Trevor says "it sure is pretty here" Big whoopie do! It's pretty in southern California, it's pretty in Florida, it's really pretty in Arizona. Do I really want to put down roots on this ice burg? I hate being cold! I hate not being able to go grocery shopping but I bet Trev will still want a home cooked meal tonight even if I couldn't go gro...ok enough trashing Trev he just drove home to rescue me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-9173247403482981047?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/9173247403482981047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=9173247403482981047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/9173247403482981047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/9173247403482981047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/stir-crazy.html' title='Stir crazy'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-6054638229514124106</id><published>2008-01-15T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:30:19.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle Puddle</title><content type='html'>We made it to Michigan.  After a long day of traveling yesterday we are here :oD!  Caden did great both in the car and then on the plane.  He just wouldn't sit still.  I'm glad that Mesaba (the airline my mom works for) make the employee fly w/ their buddy.  That meant that my mom was with me.  I'll post pictures of Caden in the tunnel @ the Detroit airport later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed w/ my sister in her king size bed w/ all three of her dogs!  Emmy cuddled up to me and layed her head on my shoulder, Sidney was by my feet and Piaza cuddled w/ Jessie but had her nose on my elbow.  I had to go change Caden's diaper @ 5am and when I came back they all started barking at me.  At 6:30 i thought Caden was awake so I went in his room and he was sleeping and I woke him up (oops).  I just stayed on the bed in his room so the dogs wouldn't bark at me again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of exciting things to come I'm sure.  I miss Trevor though.  TREVOR if you read my blog I MISS YOU. I would rather cuddle w/ you than Emmy...your less hairy and don't lick yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-6054638229514124106?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6054638229514124106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=6054638229514124106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6054638229514124106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6054638229514124106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuddle-puddle.html' title='Cuddle Puddle'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-7364394326340205146</id><published>2008-01-08T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:07:04.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby?  Puppy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7100e85f4032819d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7100e85f4032819d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A323A33ADC4B052CD608896769096EA2F7FD9EE.19C8717BD86DCEDB586D0BE54BBDF09BEC5291F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7100e85f4032819d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7sQUwnPBy6QW93O7MndkytnJ85I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7100e85f4032819d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A323A33ADC4B052CD608896769096EA2F7FD9EE.19C8717BD86DCEDB586D0BE54BBDF09BEC5291F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7100e85f4032819d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7sQUwnPBy6QW93O7MndkytnJ85I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e9c699745cb9ab7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e9c699745cb9ab7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A059F1D9FCF26CB71F654489C867964070A251C.284ECAE832E49987D7B96E4C17987148E0BADC96%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e9c699745cb9ab7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0i6h3VmH29JzHoxgo95B49SuPfA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e9c699745cb9ab7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331398568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A059F1D9FCF26CB71F654489C867964070A251C.284ECAE832E49987D7B96E4C17987148E0BADC96%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e9c699745cb9ab7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0i6h3VmH29JzHoxgo95B49SuPfA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caden either calls himself baby or puppy (but he also calls his puppy "puppy"). So here are two videos that demonstrate the difficulties of understanding a 16 month old. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are certain words that just mean alot of different things. "Baba" means bottle, up up &amp;amp; bye bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday Caden &amp;amp; I went to story time at the library. That was fun and we got some books to take home too. I tried something this morning that I've been meaning to do for a long time. That is including Caden in on my "quite time." I managed to read about 12 verses in Mark (some out loud) before I gave up. The library books helped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday we had Gary, Sue, Megan &amp;amp; Brook over for lunch and they stayed until dinner (I love it when that happens). That was a ton of fun. We played Life and there was more than just me getting after Trevor for his slightly annoying game playing ways...that was nice :oD. They wouldn't let Trev read the squares ahead of him and try to spin a certain number to land on the one he wants to. Sue won. She was a doctor. Gary got Caden up from his nap and Caden cuddled w/ him for a while. It was cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bad news in my adventure w/ Caden is that he has diaper rash. I have to cut out citrus again. Too bad he loves it. Note to parents w/ kids in diapers: Bordeaux's Butt Paste is the best. It clears up the rash just as well or better than anything on the market (that I've found anyway) but the bonus is that it spreads easy (nice on tender skin) and it wipes off your hands easy (nice when you have to finish putting on the diaper). I think I get some for Alyssa as part of a shower gift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BY THE WAY: I changed the settings so anyone can comment, not just those w/ a google account. So comment away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-7364394326340205146?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e9c699745cb9ab7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7100e85f4032819d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7364394326340205146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=7364394326340205146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/7364394326340205146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/7364394326340205146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/caden-either-calls-himself-baby-or.html' title='Baby?  Puppy?'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-4812529599766072038</id><published>2008-01-04T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:32:14.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OLD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R36lrAhMeZI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tg9hNHylqTw/s1600-h/000_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151737182050613650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R36lrAhMeZI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tg9hNHylqTw/s320/000_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Trev and I were talking about right after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; was born. They took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; away from me b/c of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meconium&lt;/span&gt; (his first poo) in the amniotic fluid. They had to suction out his lungs. I couldn't get up b/c of the epidural. So anyway, Trev went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and (this is the part I have never heard before last night) petted his head b/c it was the out of the way of the nurses and blocked light from his eyes. At was then that Trev bonded w/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and it really sunk in that he was our to love and take care of (tears welling up here). He still likes he head petted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the "real age" test to see if I'm killing myself slowly or not (&lt;a href="http://www.realage.com/"&gt;http://www.realage.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Well I guess I am b/c it says my real age is 28! I don't smoke or drink. My family history is good...my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt; is dandy! But since I don't exercise weekly (they didn't ask monthly so I had to put 0 for weekly) and I drive a little fast I'm tacking years on to my life! Oh and they only ask if I eat fish...I said no, but they didn't ask about any other sources of omega-3s. I take a flax seed oil pill every day. The stress of the move has aged me apparently but my "...social support network (family, friends, religious and group participation) however is excellent." So thank you every one for not bumping my "real age" in to the thirties. On that note...I did some yoga today and made some whole wheat/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lowfat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;phyllo&lt;/span&gt; dough to put on my pot pie for dinner (w/ red meat for the second time this week so just start digging my grave now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; is getting better at knowing body parts. He knows how to locate and say nose, ears, belly, belly button (tho he doesn't say it often) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kneeeeee&lt;/span&gt;. He helped me w/ my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;phyllo&lt;/span&gt; dough today. I gave him a little ball of dough and he got a kick out of that. At lunch today when I opened my eyes from giving thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; was holding his hands babbling.  Trev and I hold hands while we give thanks so he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;imitating&lt;/span&gt; us.  So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; his hand and held it while I gave another quick prayer...he babbled along w/ me. :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;oD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (I) sing a song together to the tune of "Where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thumbkin&lt;/span&gt;". Walking walking hop hop hop run run run run run run run run run run run run turn a round (clap) turn a round (clap). Of course we do this while going around the ottoman and so far he'll do the running and the turning around w/ me. One time he turned right in to the mirror that we have leaning against the wall.  He saw himself and said "BABY" and gave himself a kiss.  That kept him occupied for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the "real age" test that just focused on food (very detailed) and I am 23.2 years :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;oD&lt;/span&gt; I may of been a bit optimistic on it though...maybe I should keep a food journal...I probably won't knowing me...I'm gonna go upstairs and have some low fat yogurt w/ muesli!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later still:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;phyllo&lt;/span&gt; dough didn't quite turn out but wasn't a flop either.  I don't think I got the dough thin enough...maybe I should try w/ white flour to get the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-4812529599766072038?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4812529599766072038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=4812529599766072038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/4812529599766072038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/4812529599766072038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m OLD!!'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R36lrAhMeZI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tg9hNHylqTw/s72-c/000_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-1273918775927221173</id><published>2008-01-03T13:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:31:35.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubby Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R31EqQhMeYI/AAAAAAAAABA/iOkIj1FWABI/s1600-h/x-mas+06+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151349041561106818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R31EqQhMeYI/AAAAAAAAABA/iOkIj1FWABI/s320/x-mas+06+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a new picture today so here is a old one. The was taken about a year ago. Caden was at his chubbiest stage ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy! Holidays are over so it back to just me &amp;amp; Caden at home. Not that I'm complaining. This is a privilege. I heard some where that a having burden can be a privilege. That's a stay at home mom for ya! I needed to go to town today and by time I got around to taking a shower Caden was awake. So the only way to get ready and take care of Caden is to take him w/ me every where. So we took a shower together than brushed our teeth together. We did our hair together (not really needed for Caden but it makes him feel that he gets to do what mommy does). Even swiped his under arms w/ the deodorant (with the cap on) and put some chap stick on him lips (he tried to lick it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met Trevor for lunch and the best Pastie shop ever. The owners share my belief that pasties are a great vehicle for all kinds of flavors...not just beef, potato and rutabaga (tho they had those too). Trev got a bacon cheese burger and I got a chicken,potato, peas and carrots w/ whole wheat crust. They sell them frozen too. I got a southwest chicken that I'm looking forward too. &lt;a href="http://www.ilovepasties.com/"&gt;http://www.ilovepasties.com/&lt;/a&gt; You can have them shipped nation wide in the winter and to the some areas year round...if you are hankering for a pastie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since lunch was so quick Trev stayed in the car while I ran in to Golden Harvest (natural food store that has the best bakery in it ever). I got a oat/flax loaf that was still warm. This is the BEST bread...yes even better than Grandma's home made bread. The texture and taste are perfect and they use all whole wheat flour. At $3 a loaf it's not worth it to make at home. Then to Aldi's. Caden drove the car (sat in the driver seat in the PARKED car) w/ Trevor while I went in. According to Trev they went to Mexico and back. This was so nice to do a quick shopping trip w/o Caden but not sacrifice family time on Saturday's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still had to do another errand w/ Caden so I still had to do some chasing. The worst tho is by time I get home he is CRANKY and I have to unload the car and him. I decided to let him run around outside while I carried things in. He picked up some snow with his bare hands and then looked at me with tears welling up in his eyes and his hands out in front of him as if to say "my hands are cold and I don't know why." So I dropped my bags and scooped him up. Then I made the mistake of trying to get the last load of groceries while carrying him. Things started to slip and a frozen pizza box corner hit him in his face. Well now I had to get him ready for his nap while he was sobbing. Get the coat and boots off (never mind by boots...too urgent...so snow is all over the place), scramble around for a blankie to calm him down, make a bottle, change his diaper and clothes (they got wet). Had to take the bottle away while I put a new shirt on and the crying starts up again. Finally I get him in bed and he is staring at his hands...I realize they are still cold so I try to rub them but I guess they were too cold for that and it hurt. So I hold them in my hands a blow hot breath on them...that made him giggle and hyped him up. I walked out and he started wailing. Trev gave him some tea over lunch w/o realizing it had caffeine in it so I was worried he wouldn't go to sleep but he settled down and I came down here to write this and relax after the mad dash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal today is to get the dishes done. Our dishes system needs some tweaking! We take turns doing dishes. If one of us doesn't feel like doing them...fine...but then you have to do them the next day when there is twice as many (kind of incentive to get them done when there isn't many) Well...I do the dishes then it is Trevor's turn. They don't get done for a couple of days and i think "fine...if he wants to procrastinate he'll have to do more dishes." (we are both so stubborn) So on day 3 or 4 he says "Are the dishes piling up b/c it's my turn" Oops...he didn't even know it was his turn. The first time this happened I helped him w/ the dishes so it would go by faster. Then it was my turn again...seems a little unfair but oh well. I'm feeling bad now b/c I didn't learn my lesson and inform him that it was his turn and now they are a big pile again so I rented a DVD and am going to set up our DVD player on the window sill and take his turn for him. That's the only way I can do them w/o going crazy when we get this behind. So now it's me procrastinating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5495288881245371309-1273918775927221173?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1273918775927221173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=1273918775927221173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1273918775927221173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1273918775927221173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/cubby-cheeks.html' title='Cubby Cheeks'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R31EqQhMeYI/AAAAAAAAABA/iOkIj1FWABI/s72-c/x-mas+06+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-6979544706196177869</id><published>2008-01-01T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:12:42.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3rUKwhMeXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2VGYynmPscg/s1600-h/100_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150662405139495282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3rUKwhMeXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2VGYynmPscg/s320/100_3743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are Caden's new puppy slippers.  Trev put them on Mary (15 months) who is much smaller than Caden (we put there feet together and her feet are about 1 1/2 shorter than Caden's)  She looked so cute w/ her stripped tights on and than puppy slippers.  She's a new walker so the tottle with the big (looking) feet was adorable. She loved them so much that she slept in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We invited ourselves to Ruth &amp;amp; Rowe's for New Year's eve and I'm glad we did. It was so much fun! I bought alcohol free sparkling wine (bubbly as Ruth called it)  and the kids got a kick out of the cork POP!  Ruth made a nice dinner.  Both babies went down really early (5:45) and Emily (3 years) requested to go to bed I think around 8 or 9.  Only Jake (5 years) tried to stay up...most to watch the adults get goofy playing Phase 10.  He made it to about 10pm.  It was the longest Phase 10 game I've ever played.  Even if we weren't planning on staying up until midnight the game took so long we would of anyway.  Lot's of laughs.  Trevor teased me that there was Vitamin Mean in my drink because of my ruthless use of the skip card and my refusal to use it on myself (no one else was).  Phase 4, 5 &amp;amp; 6 are where you have to get a run of 7 than 8 than 9.  When I made it to Phase 7 I said "I'm glad I'm done with the runs."  Big laughs there and many many jokes to follow as we got giddier.  I asked if we could stay the night because it was late and Caden was asleep.  They are so welcoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-6979544706196177869?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6979544706196177869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=6979544706196177869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6979544706196177869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6979544706196177869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2008/01/puppy-slippers.html' title='Puppy Slippers'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3rUKwhMeXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2VGYynmPscg/s72-c/100_3743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-1074000333320429389</id><published>2007-12-31T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:48:18.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas music</title><content type='html'>I didn't post yesterday. We were gone all day. Had a great time. We went to Rowe and Ruth's. Their daughter, her husband and 3 kids were there. The youngest child is only a couple of weeks younger than Caden. We had a blast. Between the toys there, the children and adults Caden was overwhelmed...in a good way. I noticed he didn't really talk that much. He liked to take people's hands and put it on his head for rub. Another reason we call him Puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year this time I get xmas songs stuck in my head. Before xmas I ignore them but by time it is all over they have snuck their way in. "giddy up giddy up giddy up lets go. lets look at the snow...we're in a in a wonderland of ?" Ick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-1074000333320429389?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1074000333320429389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=1074000333320429389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1074000333320429389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/1074000333320429389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-didnt-post-yesterday.html' title='Xmas music'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-3060684207793716651</id><published>2007-12-29T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:28:51.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3ZmqQhMeWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Oj0HLkCyxzU/s1600-h/100_3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149416100119476578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3ZmqQhMeWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Oj0HLkCyxzU/s320/100_3739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Caden has Trevor's smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden woke up this morning happy but wanting his "baba." I heard his little tummy growl so I wanted to get some breakfast in him first. With every bite of his yogurt was greeting with either him saying "baba" or a whine. At one point he laid his head on the table with frustration. I gave him his baba and laid him down after that. He was so content, cuddled among his blankets with his bottle in his mouth making the sign for "milk" (we use that sign for bottle) over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night it was really nice to get out just Trevor and I. We went to a pizza place that was very family friendly judging from the amount of children there. There was a baby at a table that was in my line of vision. He was maybe 1 or 2 months old. I couldn't tear my eyes away...every thing he did was fascinating to me. More than once I said to Trevor "I want another one!" We did go bowling after that. I really suck at bowling...I scored 59 I think on the first game and in the 40s in the second. My last frame of the second game I had a bowling revelation...I have to get lower to the ground before I release the ball! How did this elude me all this time! Trevor and other people I've played with have given me tips but no one had said to do this! We played two more games just taking turn each frame (so there was only once score at the end). I did much better and can't wait to go again :oD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say that Sue is a sweetheart for babysitting (and doing my dishes). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-3060684207793716651?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3060684207793716651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=3060684207793716651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/3060684207793716651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/3060684207793716651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2007/12/bowling-revelation.html' title='Bowling Revelation'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3ZmqQhMeWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Oj0HLkCyxzU/s72-c/100_3739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-4520828592722447955</id><published>2007-12-28T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:09:33.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Package</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3VGJghMeVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iN760ufsatA/s1600-h/100_3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149098878129961298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3VGJghMeVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iN760ufsatA/s320/100_3733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pine trees make the snow so pretty...or is it the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got a box from my mom full of goodies :oD There was candy, toys for Caden, a sewing box for me, a snow man table cloth, candle set, some things we forgot at her place last time we were there and a small library of books. Caden had a good ol' time helping me unpack it. I feels really good to be cared for. I guess once a mom always a mom. I just hope that I'm as good of a mom that my mom is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our anniversary evening went great. The take out and home made brownies (Trevor helped!) were yummy. We played Life. Trevor won by about $200,000...if he wouldn't of sued me 3 times I would of won! But I had more kids than him w/ my handsome blue peg of a husband (Roger)...first a boy, Connor Lonnor, than a girl, Maire Cherie than adopted twins Cookie and Wookie (don't ask their middle names it's really silly). He was really boring and named his wife Dayna and his boy Caden. We're going out tonight. Sue is watching Caden. Maybe we'll go bowling and Trevor will beat me. Thank goodness I learned a long time ago to laugh at myself when I play games and not to be a sore loser...it has served me well in my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden is being his adorable self. He fell asleep in the car yesterday. I left the car running so it wouldn't wake him up. Careful undid the car seat and oh so slowing moved my hand under his neck and the other arm under his knees. Very very carefully started to lift him up and his arm got caught on a strap and he woke up crying. Of course he didn't take a very good nap after that...he was already refreshed from his little (emphasis on little) snooze in the car. He so cute when he sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's saying "no" more and more. Trevor got really exited when Caden told him no last night. He learned a new word and you can really tell he knows what it means instead of just repeating it. Maybe this weekend when he gets told "no, no, no, no, no, no, no" about 100 times he won't be as excited about this particular vocabulary development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much Caden thinks about Trev &amp;amp; I. I mean I know that he looks to us for his approval. I've been trying to teach him that when he accidentally whacks me w/ a toy that it hurts me. I say "oww" and act really hurt. I wonder if he understands that. If I could only get in his mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-4520828592722447955?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4520828592722447955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=4520828592722447955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/4520828592722447955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/4520828592722447955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2007/12/care-package.html' title='Care Package'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3VGJghMeVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iN760ufsatA/s72-c/100_3733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-6507312209263857931</id><published>2007-12-27T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:58:03.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddle'/><title type='text'>Cuddle Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3PHsQhMeSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U37QRcp3PTk/s1600-h/100_3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148678362176977186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3PHsQhMeSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U37QRcp3PTk/s320/100_3729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SNOW BALL FIGHT!! Trevor throws snowballs at the window where Caden is waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden is being cuddly today! This is very rare. Besides one time last month he was only cuddly if his fever was over 103! He climbed in to my lap and laid down on me. It's so nice for him to finally show affection! He wants me to rub his head...he'll even pretend he hurt his head so I'll rub it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sweet thing he did today was when I made his "baba" and was carrying him like a baby to the crib to lay him down he kept touching my nose until I said "nose" then he would keep touching my lips until I said lips. He had that eyes-half-closed content look on his face. I tried to prolong this trek to his bedroom but he started to squirm so I had to lay him down. I named this blog "adventures w/ Caden" but all I can talk about is how sweet he is. I guess if you know him then you know that for him to be calm is so special that it's worth writing about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Trevor and my anniversary! Three years. Trevor's big idea of celebrating is to get Chinese take out, make brownies and play a game. I can't think of anything better! Maybe tomorrow we'll go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LATER 2:25pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to find a picture for my profile and I realized something. The pictures of me that are not a) pre-Caden b) pregnant or c) holding a new baby are few and far between. I am behind the camera now. I'm the voice on the home video that says "look here baby, look at mommy!" There are plenty of pictures of Trevor &amp;amp; Caden, because I take them. There probably won't be any pictures of me until I'm a Grandma...that will be with my grandchild taken by his mother who there will not be any pictures of for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's a good thing that there are no pictures of me because I looked at Caden today and had a brief pang of jealousy because his clothes are so much cuter than mine. I don't have any cute new clothes. I did put together a outfit that made me feel pretty good yesterday...a red long sleeve top layered under a baby doll shirt w/ a long denim skirt...with in a 1/2 hour Caden's diaper leaked on it and I put a frumpy sweater. Ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becoming a mommy is to lose your identity for a while...is it worth it? With out a doubt. I mean w/o Caden I could have a boxful pictures of me taken by Trevor. It would be just us. But those pictures wouldn't be as much fun. They would not capture joy of watching a child grow and learn something new. This is what I mean...I have a pictures of Caden rolling over for the first time. They are adorable and I love to look at them. If it was anyone but my baby (or a baby) who cares? Who would want to see me roll over? Having Caden makes pictures way more fun. And as for clothes...with out my little puppy I would pass the children's department wishing I had an excuse to buy those little pants and sweater vest. I'm extremely lucky to have such a sweet, fun, funny &amp;amp; active son to bring such joy in to my life. Just as long as I get "me time" once in a while who cares what I'm wearing and if any one records it. &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/5495288881245371309-6507312209263857931?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6507312209263857931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=6507312209263857931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6507312209263857931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/6507312209263857931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2007/12/cuddle-puppy.html' title='Cuddle Puppy!'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__RXR6He1uuM/R3PHsQhMeSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U37QRcp3PTk/s72-c/100_3729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495288881245371309.post-3625975652142216449</id><published>2007-12-26T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:43:40.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Daddy time.</title><content type='html'>After a four day weekend Trevor has gone back to work.  We had such a good time playing together!  Every night after dinner the three of us play together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; runs around and around the ottoman!  He seems to pick up new things so fast at this time.  He's been giving hugs and kisses lately.  When he does he says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;."  I wonder where he got that from?  Once in a while he kisses w/ his mouth shut.  Progress!  He so hard to keep up w/.  I got this monkey harness for when we go shopping.  Works great, he can't run away, but he can still pull things off the shelve.  Oh well it keeps the store staff busy!  I finally got some boots that fit on his fat little feet...so we played out side some.  He loves the snow. I think I hear him squealing upstairs so I'll go now...I'm sure I'll have a story about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; puppy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495288881245371309-3625975652142216449?l=cadendayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3625975652142216449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5495288881245371309&amp;postID=3625975652142216449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/3625975652142216449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495288881245371309/posts/default/3625975652142216449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadendayne.blogspot.com/2007/12/missing-daddy-time.html' title='Missing Daddy time.'/><author><name>Dayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RXR6He1uuM/SzzT2pndAQI/AAAAAAAAADc/_xsr2PNHfjA/S220/IMG_2452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
