<?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-8768160111925341663</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:12:10.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Bailey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7644513764701871859</id><published>2010-01-03T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:19:21.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have been married for 5 years!!</title><content type='html'>This past Thursday, New Year's Eve, Tim and I celebrated our 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary.  We went to the Great Wolf Lodge for the night and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; went with us.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is a part of us now so we wanted to celebrate with him.  We had such a great time playing in the water park and had a nice dinner together that night.  It was a great day spent with my two favorite guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I started dating in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; 10 years ago.  We have been through many good times and bad times together.  Tim has always been my safety zone that I can be myself around and always feel completely comfortable.  He always listens when I want to talk about my mom and comforts me when I want to cry because I miss her.  Tim listens to me ramble on about kids at school.  He puts things into perspective when I need it.  Tim tries to calm me down when I'm acting completely emotional and stressing out about things.  Most importantly he is the best Daddy to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.  I love watching the two of them together.  My dad was such a looser and it is important to me that Tim and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; have a good relationship.  Of course Tim can be messy and drive me crazy when he studies products at the store forever to see which is the best one to buy.  Seriously he will stand on the cereal aisle at the grocery store for like 10 minutes comparing the nutritional facts of the different cereal options.  It drives me crazy that he never makes a quick decision, but I guess that could be a good thing sometimes.  Even though we argue at times we still laugh alot.  He is my favorite person to be with and I am looking forward to what the years to come have in store for our family.  I am truly blessed to have such a great husband and father for our child.  Love you Tim!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-7644513764701871859?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7644513764701871859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7644513764701871859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7644513764701871859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7644513764701871859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-have-been-married-for-5-years.html' title='We have been married for 5 years!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7570640382471678818</id><published>2009-12-29T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:41:35.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>It was been awhile since my last post, December has been crazy busy leaving no time for me to blog.  The dream of a white Christmas came true when it began snowing on Christmas Eve afternoon.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was amazed by the snow, he stood at the back door pointing saying "Whoa!"  The snow was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, we didn't play much in it because the wind was so strong that day so we mostly enjoyed the view from inside the house.  On Christmas Eve Tim's dad and my brother came over for lunch; Tim cooked a really good lunch.  They both left early because of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fastly&lt;/span&gt; sticking snow on the roads.  The 3 of us stayed inside playing and watching "A Christmas Story" on t.v.  I had seen parts of the movie but never watched the whole movie, Tim knew every word of the movie.  When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; went to bed Tim got started on the 100 piece train table &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was getting for Christmas. The next morning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; woke up kind of grumpy, but his little face lit up when he saw the train table.  It was so much fun to watch him this year.  Here are a few pictures from Christmas Eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SzrkJWGaTnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KmxBpardRHw/s1600-h/DSCN1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420895950696238706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SzrkJWGaTnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KmxBpardRHw/s400/DSCN1218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim making a snowman.  Yes, he is wearing my pink gloves and yes he is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; by this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SzrkJEDPmKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bxFHjqDUgNU/s1600-h/DSCN1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420895945851115682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SzrkJEDPmKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bxFHjqDUgNU/s400/DSCN1217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 20 minutes of bundling up for 5 minutes in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Szrj4ILNRrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WVpRF4Nx2Z0/s1600-h/DSCN1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420895654900483762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Szrj4ILNRrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WVpRF4Nx2Z0/s400/DSCN1205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our house in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Szrj3xssfwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CzZ5QsqyB6Q/s1600-h/DSCN1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420895648866926338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Szrj3xssfwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CzZ5QsqyB6Q/s400/DSCN1204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our backyard was covered in snow and the wind was blowing things everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SzrjngkXAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-QePJbXtqDU/s1600-h/DSCN1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420895369390653762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SzrjngkXAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-QePJbXtqDU/s400/DSCN1191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited for Santa to come!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-7570640382471678818?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7570640382471678818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7570640382471678818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7570640382471678818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7570640382471678818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SzrkJWGaTnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KmxBpardRHw/s72-c/DSCN1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7916540844151928596</id><published>2009-11-12T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:51:47.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy, I want the hammer!!"</title><content type='html'>Today when we got home, Kade found the hammer that I guess Tim had left out the night before when he was hanging some pictures.  I pulled the hammer away from him after much struggling and put it on the counter.  Kade did the usual throwing himself down on the ground and screaming like how dare I take something from him.  After his fit was over he got up and went off to his playroom.  I started cooking dinner and was talking on the phone not really paying attention to what he was doing.  Then I turned around to find Kade standing on a stool next to the counter reaching for the hammer.  The little stinker had gone and gotten one of his stools from  his little table and brought it to the kitchen to climb and get the hammer back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-7916540844151928596?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7916540844151928596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7916540844151928596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7916540844151928596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7916540844151928596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommy-i-want-hammer.html' title='&quot;Mommy, I want the hammer!!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7606873263820174674</id><published>2009-10-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:05:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Infections</title><content type='html'>Friday morning when we woke up  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had 102.5 temperature.  I have been so paranoid of this horrible swine flu that is going around so I was freaking out.  Tim had a deadline to meet at work that ended on Friday so I had to stay home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.  I love staying home with him and feel guilty if I go to work when he is sick, but when you are a teacher not going to work is such a stressful deal especially when you don't know your  not going until that morning and your room is not ready for a sub.  I feel guilty for missing work and not being prepared and I feel guilty for feeling guilty about work when I should only be caring about my poor sick baby.  Maybe it's just my personality but I just hate the feeling of my classroom being in complete disorder and the kids having a stranger teach them for the day and you never know if the sub is going to be good or crazy.  When I plan to have a sub I always have everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; out and in order with specific notes written out.  Balancing work and family has been the hardest part of having a baby for me.  I feel so guilty all the time when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and my job.  My problem is I feel like I have to be perfect at all my jobs; wife, mommy, and teacher.&lt;br /&gt; So back to Friday morning; sorry I got a little off track.  It was 6:15 in the morning and I rushed to call in a sub and type out my 4 pages of sub plans for the day.  I emailed my sub plans to my team to give to the sub.  The whole time poor miserable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is laying next to me burning up with fever and whining.  He would not go to Tim, he only wanted me.  So I was typing those 4 pages with 1 hand practically the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;At 9:00 when were able to go to the doctor.  It was packed and I was freaking out that if he didn't already have swine flu we were going to catch it in that office.  Big kids kept walking out looking miserable.  Two hours later we left the office after finding out the flu test was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thank goodness&lt;/span&gt;, and poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had a double ear infection.  He has really struggled with ear infections and I am concerned we are going to have to get the tubes put in his ears.  The doctor wants to see us back in 3 weeks and said that we will discuss his ear infection history then.  Since he was tiny and got his first ear infection I have been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; that he is going to have to get tubes put in his ears.  Everyone tells me that it is no big deal, but I just get so freaked out by hospitals and don't want my little baby to have to go through that.  Since my mom died I absolutely hate going to hospitals.  I know that most people come out of the hospital when they go in, but it is like I have this crazy fear inside of me that when people go to hospitals they don't come out.  I know it sounds crazy I just hate going to hospitals to visit people or for any reason.  I hate seeing people I care about sitting in that hospital bed, there is just something about it.  I know in the long run the tubes will probably be the best thing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; so he doesn't have to suffer with ear infections anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-7606873263820174674?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7606873263820174674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7606873263820174674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7606873263820174674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7606873263820174674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/10/ear-infections.html' title='Ear Infections'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-6613642556466627918</id><published>2009-10-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:24:06.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Moved!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the Bailey's have moved again!!  Are  you surprised??  I didn't think you would be, considering if you know my husband you know he is addicted to moving. Our old house sold really quickly and we were lucky that the new home was finished just in time, so we didin't have to move twice.    We moved last Friday and hired movers this time and it was so great.  Saturday and Sunday we got all the boxes unpacked.  Now on to decorating which is the fun part. &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide on what to paint in Kade's big boy room.  I absolutely loved his jungle themed nursery with the jungle animals painted on the wall and the palm tree in the corner.  I love the tree so much I'm going to paint it again in his play room.  I have kind of been thinking about doing a beach theme room with surf boards or I also like the idea of doing his room in a baseball theme too.  If you have any good ideas let me know. &lt;br /&gt;The new house is great, I really like it alot.  I really wasn't happy about moving at first; I loved my old house and just didn't want to move.  But I really think this house is a perfect fit for us.  It has exactly what we want and the layout works great for us. The neighborhood is really quiet and the people on our street are all really nice, we met most of them the first two days we were here.   I made Tim promise we would stay here for a LONG time and he agreed.  I told him he was going to have to give up his broker's license if he even mentioned moving anytime soon.  :)  Come visit us soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-6613642556466627918?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/6613642556466627918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=6613642556466627918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6613642556466627918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6613642556466627918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-moved.html' title='We Moved!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-837911291563356917</id><published>2009-09-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:24:19.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Blues</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Angie and Keith invited Tim and I to go to the House of Blues to see a band they like.  We didn't know the band, but we had never been to the House of Blues and thought it would be fun.  This new school year has been really stressful, so it was nice to get out on a Friday night with Tim, Angie, and Keith and not worry about work for a night.  The band we saw play was Graham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;.  He was so good; in fact Tim and I mostly just listen to his music in the car now.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; even loves rocking out in the car to Graham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; music; he shakes his little head back in forth in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; and bangs the arm rest with his drumstick.  Graham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has had 1 hit song on the radio that you might know; it was an American Idol song one year called "Best Days."  The show was awesome and I would recommend that you look up his music.  We are excited for him to come back to Dallas again.  Also the House of Blues is a pretty neat place, you should go there sometime if you have never been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-837911291563356917?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/837911291563356917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=837911291563356917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/837911291563356917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/837911291563356917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/09/house-of-blues.html' title='House of Blues'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-2778555594019589246</id><published>2009-08-29T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:39:01.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living On The Edge</title><content type='html'>I have been back to work for 2 weeks now and this was my first week with kids.   So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; has been at his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;babysitter's&lt;/span&gt; house for two weeks now.  I drop him off on my way this year because it is closer to my work.  Everyday he has screamed and hung on me not to leave; which makes it a very hard morning for mommy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.  Miss Linda said that as soon as I leave he stops crying and eats his breakfast, but it still always makes me feel pretty awful and guilty for leaving.  Everyone I talk to says that it is just a phase and he should get over that soon, so I'm really hoping they are right.  We really like his new babysitter and  he seems to have a good time when he is there; she said he doesn't stop playing all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had a runny nose for about a week that was pretty bad.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; he gets a runny nose I am always scared he is going to get an ear infection because he usually does.  The scary thing is that he never gets fever with ear infections usually so we never really know when to take him to the doctor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is a really active boy and lots of people have told me that he likes to live on the "edge" because he really has no fear of anything.  So I should have know that it would just be a matter of time before he got hurt.  On Tuesday I had a pretty wild day at work; I won't elaborate on the blog about that.  When I went to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; he had a big scrape on his face.  Miss Linda said that he was carrying a ball his size and fell outside on her patio.  She said that he had been pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whiney&lt;/span&gt; and clumsy all day.  She said that being clumsy was a sign of an ear infection but he had not had fever. &lt;br /&gt;I called Tim on the way home crying of course saying that I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had an ear infection and I needed to take him to Care Now.  I will admit I can be a little dramatic at times and so now this sounds really silly, but I was crying hysterically telling Tim I was scared to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; to the doctor because they were going to see how awful his face looked and think we didn't take care of him and then they would take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; away from us.  I know really over DRAMATIC, but I was a very worried and tired mommy.  Tim assured me they would not take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; away and that he would meet me there. &lt;br /&gt;We got to the clinic and they said it would be an hour wait and that they would call my cell phone when they had a room ready.  So we went home because I wanted to try to give him some dinner.  When we got home he was so fussy and would not let me put him down, so I made him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; with one hand and then the phone rang saying they were ready for us.  It was quicker that I had thought, so I had to rush and put everything back in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; still holding a screaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.  I rushed out of the house and locked the door behind me, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; in his seat, and then went to start the car and realized I just locked my keys in the house.  So again I called Tim crying and told him they were ready for us and I locked my keys in the house.  He was close to  being home  and got there in about 10 minutes to drive us to the clinic. &lt;br /&gt;When we got there they called us right in and first had to weigh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and check his ear rate.  O.k on a normal day he is has stranger anxiety pretty  bad, but especially on this day he felt like crap and did not want a stranger touching him.  He was screaming a wiggling pretty bad making it really hard to get his heart rate.  The nurse kept huffing and rolling her eyes at him.  I was seriously about to lose it on that woman when she finally left and got another nurse to come in.  The new nurse was really patient and nice and was able to get what they needed.  The doctor confirmed an ear infection on both ears and gave him an antibiotic.  Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep in my lap as the doctor was explaining everything to us. &lt;br /&gt;The next day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; felt much better and was back to living on the "edge" as usual.  He played and ate well at the babysitter.  When we got home that night I caught him climb on the window ledge and stand on top of the trash can trying to get the phone off the counter.  So I am pretty sure our little stunt man will continue to surprise us with trips to the clinic. &lt;br /&gt;Hope next week is  less eventful.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SpneWqt4VdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B_2bvfleR0s/s1600-h/DSCN0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375572111248610770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SpneWqt4VdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B_2bvfleR0s/s400/DSCN0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken a few days later, the pitiful face is not because he is in pain it's because he is mad at me for not letting him climb on the trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-2778555594019589246?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/2778555594019589246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=2778555594019589246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/2778555594019589246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/2778555594019589246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-on-edge.html' title='Living On The Edge'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SpneWqt4VdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B_2bvfleR0s/s72-c/DSCN0663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-4294979375293466539</id><published>2009-08-12T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:21:36.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun at Disney World!!  My favorite part was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; reaction to all the characters.  He loved them and wasn't scared of them at all.  It was so fun to watch him point at everything he saw.  When I was a kid we went to Disney World and I had an autograph book that I got characters to sign.  So of course we had to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; an autograph book and his picture with the characters. &lt;br /&gt;We ate at this really fun place at Hollywood Studios called The Prime Time Diner.  The place looked like an old kitchen from the 50's. They have old televisions up and an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;.  While you are waiting to go to your table you wait in the "living room" that looks just like an old living room from a scene in an old t.v. show.  Mom screams your name when it's your turn to be seated; they say "Bailey kids time for dinner!!"  Then "mom" is your waitress and all the people around you are the kids also, so she introduces  you to everyone in the room.  It was so funny because Tim got in trouble for wearing his hat to the table so "mom" made him set our table.  Also Tim got in trouble for not eating his vegetables.   It was such a fun place to eat. &lt;br /&gt;We went to all 4 parks and were very tired at the end of our time there.  We bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; a Mickey that he sleeps with now; he loves his Mickey and always hugs and kisses him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORmgzItvI/AAAAAAAAATw/J8K1URcrJo8/s1600-h/DSCN0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369295271581234930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORmgzItvI/AAAAAAAAATw/J8K1URcrJo8/s400/DSCN0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORmJi7UUI/AAAAAAAAATo/voKALH0GGJ4/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369295265339232578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORmJi7UUI/AAAAAAAAATo/voKALH0GGJ4/s400/DSCN0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORlspPkOI/AAAAAAAAATg/FvmObz_fv5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369295257581097186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORlspPkOI/AAAAAAAAATg/FvmObz_fv5Y/s400/DSCN0359.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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORk7Ck94I/AAAAAAAAATY/GtPe4_9VjCw/s1600-h/DSCN0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369295244265584514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORk7Ck94I/AAAAAAAAATY/GtPe4_9VjCw/s400/DSCN0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-4294979375293466539?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/4294979375293466539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=4294979375293466539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4294979375293466539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4294979375293466539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/08/disney-world.html' title='Disney World'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SoORmgzItvI/AAAAAAAAATw/J8K1URcrJo8/s72-c/DSCN0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-1116912260137118077</id><published>2009-08-04T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:00:59.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying With The Bailey's</title><content type='html'>We just got back from vacation to Disney World and to visit Tim's mom in Tampa. I have lots of stories from our trip. We had lots of fun and experienced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of craziness on our first trip with our little boy. I hope to post more about our adventures; for today I will tell you about our crazy plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morning started bright and early at 4:30 a.m. We left our house at about 5:30 to be at the airport by 6:15 for our 7:30 flight. We parked our car in the airport parking lot and had to ride a bus to the airport gate. The parking lot was pretty full so we had to park in the very back and carry all of our luggage up to the bus stop. The whole way Tim is complaining about why did we have to bring so much stuff. I didn't see him offering to put back the million things he had to bring. None of us are morning people so we were all in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We check our luggage, go through security, and then realize that our gate has changed. Now we are running to get on the tram to get to our other gate. Finally we board the plane and get ready to take off. We had chosen an early flight hoping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; might sleep; well we were WRONG!! He was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wiggling&lt;/span&gt; the entire time going back and forth between us. We tried milk, toys, goldfish, and books. I brought a coloring book and he threw the crayons at the lady behind us. He kept throwing his pacifier down the aisle. It was the longest flight ever!! Those 2 hours seemed like 24 hours. The last 30 minutes he just wanted down and he screamed as loud as he could. We tried everything and nothing would get him to stop. Tim and I were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. Those poor people on the airplane were probably so ready to get off. As soon as we landed and got off the plane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride home was much better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; slept for an hour and a half. When he woke up he had some goldfish and just sat there. We will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; never forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; first plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Snjwap6GItI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g_TgtxekqiY/s1600-h/planeride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366303296728736466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Snjwap6GItI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g_TgtxekqiY/s400/planeride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-1116912260137118077?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/1116912260137118077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=1116912260137118077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1116912260137118077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1116912260137118077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/08/flying-with-baileys.html' title='Flying With The Bailey&apos;s'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Snjwap6GItI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g_TgtxekqiY/s72-c/planeride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-9190967683674886975</id><published>2009-07-27T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:07:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle "B"</title><content type='html'>My brother calls himself Kade's Uncle "B" and encourages Kade to learn his name often.  I decided to write about my brother who is 2 1/2 years younger than me.  I am so proud of my little brother.  He started his first real job this week.  After lots of searching he finally got a job that sounds great for him.  My brother has always been really smart; he can read something once and remember it forever.  He graduated with his bachelor's degree in 3 years and then got his masters degree in a year and a half.   His degrees are in finance and unfortunately he graduated at a very bad time for finance in our country right now.  So after many months of interviews and applying to several jobs a day he finally got a job as a loan counselor for a mortgage company.  We have all been praying for months for Bradley to get a job and when he called and said he got a job of course I wanted to cry I was so excited for him. &lt;br /&gt;My brother is the loud outgoing "fun" one out of the two of us.  He is never afraid to tell you or anybody else what he thinks.  When we are out I usually have to tell him to talk quieter; he seriously has such a loud voice.  My brother is very set in his ways already, sometimes I tell him he is like an old man.  He enjoys living alone with his little dog and likes things his way.  Finance fits him perfectly because he probably has the first penny he ever made, he is so cheap.  Bradley is very funny and can always make me laugh; even if I am mad at him.  Like any brother and sister we do fight and definelty get along better when we do not live together.  When he came home from college he lived with Tim and I for awhile and our house was a battle field most days.  When he got his own apartment we got along much better.&lt;br /&gt;When my mom died I had a sense of motherly instinct that it was my job to take care of my little brother who was 18 at the time.  We used to argue so much because he said I was acting too much like his mother and I wasn't his mother.  I definelty had to learn to let go a little and realize that I couldn't worry about where he was 24 hours a day and what he was doing.  My brother is the best uncle and loves Kade so much.  My brother has helped us so much when we needed a urgent babysitter because Kade was sick and we coulnd't get off of work. Bradley even took Kade to the doctor for a shot once this year when I was stuck in Dallas at a workshop and Tim was stuck in a meeting.    He usually babysits anytime we ask; sometimes I have to beg a little and we get put on a time frame but we are thankful to have him babysit.  We joke with him that we are losing are daytime babysitter now that he has a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-9190967683674886975?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/9190967683674886975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=9190967683674886975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/9190967683674886975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/9190967683674886975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncle-b.html' title='Uncle &quot;B&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7487159099790538087</id><published>2009-07-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:14:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memaw's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and I took at trip to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; this week.  Amanda and Aubrey went with us; Aubrey was great for entertaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; in the car.  We stayed for 2 nights and had a great time.  The first night we were there we went to a tiny little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; down the street called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Weezy's&lt;/span&gt;."  It was the best place, they are known for miles around for their onion rings and burgers.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; said that people drive all the way from "town" out to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weezy's&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Memaw's&lt;/span&gt; we always stay up late talking and laughing.  The next day we decided to go into town and go shopping.  In town they have one little shopping strip with just a few stores.  When we came back from shopping we all took naps; it was so hot we were worn out.  Amanda and I started looking through all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Memaw's&lt;/span&gt; old picture albums; it's one of my favorite things to do when we go there.  We thought it would be fun to post old pictures of our cousins on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.   But for some reason they didn't like those cute old pictures.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had lots of fun running around; I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; was able to get her house back into one piece when we left.  The first day we were there he broke a dish on the coffee table, pulled all the movies and books off the shelf, slammed his finger in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; lid, and tried to eat a rock out of a kitchen plant.  And that was just from the first day!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Memaw's&lt;/span&gt; house is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; proof, so I spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time chasing him around.  It was funny watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and Aubrey she would just laugh hysterically at anything they did.  We had a fun visit and it's always sad to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5FYyWIlI/AAAAAAAAASk/Y3vZpyBXA5U/s1600-h/DSCN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627796263346770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5FYyWIlI/AAAAAAAAASk/Y3vZpyBXA5U/s400/DSCN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; and Aubrey drinking morning coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5E8_bBAI/AAAAAAAAASc/2byefVuR6gg/s1600-h/DSCN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627788801999874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5E8_bBAI/AAAAAAAAASc/2byefVuR6gg/s400/DSCN0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; makes the best breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5Eljn4hI/AAAAAAAAASU/PIZ3Y1bugls/s1600-h/DSCN0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627782511387154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5Eljn4hI/AAAAAAAAASU/PIZ3Y1bugls/s400/DSCN0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we were cleaning up breakfast Aubrey decided to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Memaw's&lt;/span&gt; lipstick and put it on her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5EWzWJYI/AAAAAAAAASM/mndeZ1P9DYc/s1600-h/DSCN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627778550801794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5EWzWJYI/AAAAAAAAASM/mndeZ1P9DYc/s400/DSCN0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't her lipstick look pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5D2oy7BI/AAAAAAAAASE/5o64vYz8oPU/s1600-h/DSCN0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627769916615698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5D2oy7BI/AAAAAAAAASE/5o64vYz8oPU/s400/DSCN0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love rocking on the porch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Memaw's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4PksPdwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RmJvSatFEgk/s1600-h/DSCN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626871746033410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4PksPdwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RmJvSatFEgk/s400/DSCN0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; loves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wind chimes&lt;/span&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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4PSAdv2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/3E9m5KVnuXQ/s1600-h/DSCN0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626866730581858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4PSAdv2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/3E9m5KVnuXQ/s400/DSCN0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He ran all over the yard.&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4O10afNI/AAAAAAAAARs/SU8AY4ROZ1o/s1600-h/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626859163843794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4O10afNI/AAAAAAAAARs/SU8AY4ROZ1o/s400/DSCN0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you are ever in Blossom you should stop by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Weezy's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4OXlzVdI/AAAAAAAAARk/L5lH1ojq_7o/s1600-h/DSCN0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626851049493970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4OXlzVdI/AAAAAAAAARk/L5lH1ojq_7o/s400/DSCN0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey kept taking our picture with the play phone.  I guess she sees everyone using their phones to take pictures.  She is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4OKDZWOI/AAAAAAAAARc/Vwl6xNb4SjQ/s1600-h/DSCN0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626847415523554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE4OKDZWOI/AAAAAAAAARc/Vwl6xNb4SjQ/s400/DSCN0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-7487159099790538087?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7487159099790538087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7487159099790538087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7487159099790538087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7487159099790538087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/07/memaws-house.html' title='Memaw&apos;s House'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SmE5FYyWIlI/AAAAAAAAASk/Y3vZpyBXA5U/s72-c/DSCN0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-1562734649596583727</id><published>2009-07-12T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:02:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Teeth, Climbing, &amp; Chuck E. Cheese</title><content type='html'>This summer is going by way too fast!  I have had so much fun staying home with Kade.  I have to admit I have not been very productive as far as cleaning out drawers/closets, re-organizing things, reading those 3 books I'm supposed to read for school that are still in my school bag.  He is such a busy little guy that keeps me moving all day long.  Nap time is my quiet time that I should be doing all that stuff I mentioned earlier; but Facebook, working on Kade's scrapbook, or taking a nap myself are always so much more appealing to me. &lt;br /&gt;Kade has discovered in the past week that he can climb, he is living up to his "Little Monkey" name.  One night Tim and I were standing in the kitchen talking and we turned around and Kade was in the living room sitting "Indian style" on the coffee table smiling at us.  And so the climbing began; the next day he learned he could climb on the couch and then I found him climbing up on his play kitchen to grab the blinds. &lt;br /&gt;At his 1-year appointment the doctor said it was time for Kade to start brushing his teeth.  So every night before bed time we brush his teeth.  Do you know how hard it is to brush a wild 1-year old's all 4 teeth?  Well, it can be a challenge some nights.  He wants to do it himself and doesn't want me to touch his toothbrush.  I guess at least he likes having clean teeth and is not refusing to brush.  We are so excited that he is now on whole milk and doing great!  He is down to 1 bottle at night; I'm so thankful that he is doing so good at giving up the bottle.  Now, the pacifier is a different story.  He is attatched to that thing.  If anyone has any ideas of how to get rid of the pacifier let me know. &lt;br /&gt;This past Friday night Tim had the idea to take Kade to his 1st Chuck E. Cheese visit.  We all had so much fun.  Kade loved running around and playing with the games.  He was exhausted when the night was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6tCPGsjI/AAAAAAAAARU/AW2Es_trc5g/s1600-h/P7021053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357799989567730226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6tCPGsjI/AAAAAAAAARU/AW2Es_trc5g/s400/P7021053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6s7OG3kI/AAAAAAAAARM/LCxAJVTN3fo/s1600-h/P7101078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357799987684499010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6s7OG3kI/AAAAAAAAARM/LCxAJVTN3fo/s400/P7101078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything is "MMMMMM" to him now.  He kept saying that over and over when he was eating the pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6svGw2pI/AAAAAAAAARE/_Y2Ez8Ylpkk/s1600-h/P7101084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357799984432470674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6svGw2pI/AAAAAAAAARE/_Y2Ez8Ylpkk/s400/P7101084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He just stared at the big mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6sPTWrNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w7cpC0T_wB8/s1600-h/P7101086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357799975895346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6sPTWrNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w7cpC0T_wB8/s400/P7101086.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/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6rpwicvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YjcTdlwpanM/s1600-h/P7101081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357799965817205490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6rpwicvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YjcTdlwpanM/s400/P7101081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He points at everything now. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-1562734649596583727?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/1562734649596583727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=1562734649596583727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1562734649596583727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1562734649596583727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/07/clean-teeth-climbing-chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Clean Teeth, Climbing, &amp; Chuck E. Cheese'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Slq6tCPGsjI/AAAAAAAAARU/AW2Es_trc5g/s72-c/P7021053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-8595520805981682679</id><published>2009-06-30T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:38:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Monkey Is 1!!</title><content type='html'>Our sweet baby boy turned 1 year old on June 21.  I can not believe he is already a toddler and not a baby anymore.  Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; changed in a year.  I think we have all learned a lot; mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; has taught Tim and I.  :)  We now know all about tummy aches, ear infections, and teething.  Most importantly we had to learn how do the at home concussion check, because we have such a wild little boy who should be wearing a helmet most days.  The Internet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; our guide to parenting often, even though sometimes it gave information that scared us to death.  In the past year our lives have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; become crazier, our house is way messier and louder, and sleeping late is no longer an option.   All of those changes are well worth the joy of seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; face when he learns something new, gives you a big kiss and hug for no reason, that little laugh that just melts your heart, and his cute little smile.  I thank God everyday for giving me the wonderful blessing of getting to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each month I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; picture with his age and weight.  As he got older he added a little more challenge each month to take his picture.   By the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; done with me taking his picture.  Looking back now it is so amazing how much he has grown and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkrhxBOPA_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/_Er_96xR3HQ/s1600-h/babyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353339339341235186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkrhxBOPA_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/_Er_96xR3HQ/s400/babyk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go home from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Skrhw2bZenI/AAAAAAAAAQk/03l4gV_tT60/s1600-h/1month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353339336443656818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Skrhw2bZenI/AAAAAAAAAQk/03l4gV_tT60/s400/1month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Skrhwuuh_TI/AAAAAAAAAQc/EMHdShgw2h4/s1600-h/2months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353339334376422706" style="DISPLAY: block; 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What? Mom was never sick, couldn't be a big deal. So I left class and started driving home to Haltom City from Denton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before was Sunday and mom had been in bed all day with a headache. She never stayed in bed all day; she got up everyday took a shower and put on her makeup even if she was just staying home all day. I was busy doing homework all day and really didn't pay much attention. I asked her that night if she wanted me to make her something to eat. Mom just asked for crackers. I usually slept with my mom and that night I woke and she wasn't there. I went looking and found her in the living room on the couch. I asked her what was wrong and she said her head just hurt and she couldn't sleep. I just went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was a rushed morning as usual getting ready for my early drive to Denton. My mom was teaching summer school and got up to take a shower. I didn't pay much attention to her that morning as I was rushed as usual. She was standing in her room in her blue pajamas as a said in my rude morning voice, "Are you still sick? Why don't you just stay home?" My mom never missed work and was not going to today. I rushed out not even sure if I said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had called Brandy who is now my sister-in-law, she met me in Keller and drove me the rest of the way to the hospital. By now I was really worried. When we got there my mom's brother was there with my brother and my mom's friend. My mom's friend had driven her to the doctor where she collasped and was rushed to the nearest hospital. The doctors had already decided that she needed to be taken downtown to a more specialized hospital for strokes and head trauma. My mom was unconscious and when I saw her in that bed it was the worst feeling in the world. I will never forget the look on the nurse's face and she said, "I'm sorry." I became angry what was she sorry for, my mom was going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hospital downtown; tons of family and friends came. The nurses and doctors really couldn't tell us anything. It was such a long wait. They finally said that mom had a stroke caused by a brain bleed. It was late by then and they said the doctors would be back in tomorrow to see how the night went and where we would go from there. All we thought was okay she is going to have to have a brain surgery and she will be fixed. I just kept praying she would be okay; she was all we had in the world she had to get better. My brother and I slept on the hospital benches with some family and friends. Early that morning the phone in the waiting room rang. They said to call all the family to come back. My mom died early in the morning on June 22, 2004. I remember screaming; "No, you have to help her!!" It was like I was in an awful dream; I had the worst feeling inside that I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week is all a blur to me. For a long time I was very angry and sad. Why did she have to die? That was the question I asked over and over. I know that God was ready for her to be with Him and I probably with never be able to understand the reason she had to go so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just turned 21 and my brother was 18. We grew up really quick after that. My brother and I were pretty spoiled. I did not even know how to do my own laundry until my mom died and I had to learn. She was such a great person, with a kind heart. I can still remember how she smelled and what it felt like to hug her. When she first died I was so scared I would forget those things, but I think those memories will always be with me. I think about her everyday. Some days I still cry because I miss her; other days I laugh about a funny memory of her. I always think gosh I wish I would have asked her this or I would how she would feel about this. Like things a 21 year old would not think to ask her mom about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 years later June 21, 2008 I was back in the hospital for a happy reason. My baby boy was born.  I think people are right when they say that "God works in mysterious ways," because he made a very sad life changing day into a very happy life changing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed to have such a good family. I have two sweet aunts and cousins who love Kade and treat him so special like my mom would have. I have a great husband who goes on shopping trips with me (even though he hates shopping) like my mom would have. I have a good brother who listens to me ramble on about anything like my mom would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share some fun pictures of my mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDg05rEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uC6bEM5sYUg/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347885923380290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDg05rEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uC6bEM5sYUg/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother's highschool graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDr8zoAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/KipNA3bhR4U/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347888909328386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDr8zoAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/KipNA3bhR4U/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Christmas 2007; my favorite picture of mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDTt5qVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NbOJJbGIzYw/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347882404358482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDTt5qVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NbOJJbGIzYw/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom loved to have parties. She found an excuse to have a party for anything. This was one of the best parties I can remember that she had; it was a college graduation party for my cousin Tonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDJE0iUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/slNXTAHLVjI/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347879547701570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDJE0iUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/slNXTAHLVjI/s400/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0y5-OXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1V12dkUiMrg/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347633078450546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0y5-OXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1V12dkUiMrg/s400/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is mom with her friend Rita and my Aunt Sharon eating dinner before our annual Kenny Chesney concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA03M74sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tdLbgTSmkGQ/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347634231730882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA03M74sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tdLbgTSmkGQ/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom with Aunt Patsy.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0s9cjDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KgKuP3OSsW8/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347631482407986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0s9cjDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KgKuP3OSsW8/s400/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our dog Oliver loved her and was always where she was.&lt;br /&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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0V6u7rI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zXaqr9D_xLc/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347625297014450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0V6u7rI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zXaqr9D_xLc/s400/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is mom with my cousin Tonya having fun on one of our Girl's Trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0PKLFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DHr9uvZc8xk/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347623482725730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBA0PKLFWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DHr9uvZc8xk/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone piled in the bed before Bradley's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-1253848115592998981?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/1253848115592998981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=1253848115592998981&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1253848115592998981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1253848115592998981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-years-ago.html' title='5 Years Ago'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SkBBDg05rEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uC6bEM5sYUg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-5840828671334880860</id><published>2009-06-16T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:19:40.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No, you can not take my picture!!"</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that getting an almost 1 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; picture taken is a complete nightmare.  Yesterday I had an appointment to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; 1 year old pictures taken at 12:00.  I had decided to try a different place in the mall that my cousin Angie had gone to and they did a great job taking pictures of her little girl Julia.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; usually naps around 12:30 or 1:00; so I decided to get him to take a nap at around 10 so he could get some rest before the picture.  He woke up on his own at 11, had lunch, got him dressed, and then we headed to the mall.  My brother met us there.  My plan was to do two different outfits; one in a nice shirt/shorts and the other in his monkey swimsuit with beach balls and his monkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set him down and he immediately threw himself back and started rolling around the floor screaming.  I gave him his pacifier for comfort and the photographer lady started talking to him and trying to get him to laugh.  He took out his pacifier, threw it at the lady, and started screaming again.  We tried everything cheerios, throwing the ball, funny noises; nothing worked.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt; at one point, talking to my brother said, "Dad try to tickle him."  My brother quickly said, "I am not the dad, just the uncle!"  After about 20 minutes, the lady said we could try to give him a nap and come back at 5:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went home and both took a nap.  My brother said he was not going back with us and I can't say I blamed him.  After nap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had a snack and I was trying to be as silly and happy as I could to get him in a good mood.  We drove back to the mall and as soon as we sat him down the same show started over again with kicking, rolling, and screaming.  So we made an appointment to go back today at 4:00 to make sure he got a normal nap and his routine was not interfered with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to be going back a 3rd time, but really wanted to get his 1 year pictures done.  I was just praying that today would be different.  In the waiting room he was in a great mood smiling at everyone who worked there, he even sat down and tried to color in their play area.  I was so excited thinking maybe yesterday was just a bad day.  Well we walked back to the studio part and the same scene from yesterday started over again!!  They finally got him to get up and play a little.  We actually got some cute shots out of all 3 times put together.  He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; showing his personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that the toddler years are going to be very interesting!!  I told Tim yesterday after we got home that I wanted to go back to work.  But then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; came up and kissed me and I said never mind!!  He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth all the chaos  and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-5840828671334880860?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/5840828671334880860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=5840828671334880860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5840828671334880860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5840828671334880860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-you-can-not-take-my-picture.html' title='&quot;No, you can not take my picture!!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-4233110325521527167</id><published>2009-06-08T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:36:47.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>For my birthday Tim gave me George Strait concert tickets.  It was a really sweet planned out gift.  Also, if you know Tim then you know how completely out of his comfort zone that going to a country music concert was; which made it even more sweet.  Although I think  the fact that the concert was at the new Cowboys stadium is what really encouraged him to buy the tickets!  The stadium was pretty amazing.  We sat down and just stared around that the massive structure we were in and I have never seen such a huge t.v. in my life.  It was crazy!!  We had a great time on our date.  We hardly ever go anywhere just the two of us, so it was nice to just be Heather and Tim again for a night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hqt37WSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TOfkc0aecQc/s1600-h/P6060862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176456743573794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hqt37WSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TOfkc0aecQc/s400/P6060862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us in front of the stadium.  I think we walked around the entire building; according to where your seats were you could only go in on that specific side, which we did not know so we parked on the opposite side of our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hqW3MHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/Rhka2UflMOY/s1600-h/P6060866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176450566463010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hqW3MHiI/AAAAAAAAANw/Rhka2UflMOY/s400/P6060866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the massive t.v., this picture does not do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hRUA9qyI/AAAAAAAAANo/9smIRYIjYdM/s1600-h/P6060892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176020305423138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hRUA9qyI/AAAAAAAAANo/9smIRYIjYdM/s400/P6060892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; George Strait was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hRDMC5sI/AAAAAAAAANg/LjWDNlRz2PY/s1600-h/P6060884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176015788500674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hRDMC5sI/AAAAAAAAANg/LjWDNlRz2PY/s400/P6060884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reba's show was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week my cousin's son Jordan is spending the afternoons with Kade and I after his music camp.  Kade was amazed by Jordan's every move.  Jordan played the drums on Rock Band today and Kade loved watching him.  Tonight after Jordan had gone home Kade found the drum sticks and decided to try out the drums himself.  Who knows maybe we will be going to his concert oneday!?!  But he definelty will have to learn from Jordan because Tim and I have no musical talent at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hQ5PfxHI/AAAAAAAAANY/8z-PRcH813o/s1600-h/P6080904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176013118620786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hQ5PfxHI/AAAAAAAAANY/8z-PRcH813o/s400/P6080904.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-4233110325521527167?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/4233110325521527167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=4233110325521527167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4233110325521527167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4233110325521527167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/06/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Si3hqt37WSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TOfkc0aecQc/s72-c/P6060862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-5572845504292842221</id><published>2009-06-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:22:19.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>Today was our first day of summer and we had lots of fun.  The day started out quite a bit earlier than my past summer mornings of sleeping in until 10:00 or 12:00.  Kade was ready to start our day bright and early at 8:00.  We decided to have a lazy day and stay home doing nothing today.   Yes, we stayed in our pajamas ALL day!  It was great not having to get dressed up and put on make-up.  We had breakfast, watched the View, and played.  I think we pulled out every toy in the house.  At lunch Kade enjoyed using his spoon for his fruit.  It was so funny he was really interested and demanding about using the spoon today.  He would pick up the fruit, put it on the spoon, and then put the spoon in his mouth.  When he started to feed the dog with his spoon lunch time was over.  This weekend he bit Tim on the arm and we were kind of shocked; he thought it was hilarious.  Well this afternoon he was playing and he bit me on the leg!  I said, "No, no!"  He thought it was so funny.  He kept running towards me and trying to bite me again.  I guess biting is something we are going to have to learn to control before the summer is over.  I don't want him going to the babysitter's house biting other kids.  I remember my mom telling me I was a major biter at home and daycare.  She said she used to get so embaressed when she would come to pick me up and I had biten another child.  I hope I am not getting paid back and my little biter learns to control himself!  We had a fun, silly day and are excited about the rest of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWVVZebdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8cI-NButUxI/s1600-h/P6010848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342560351233666514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWVVZebdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8cI-NButUxI/s400/P6010848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being silly rolling around the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWVB63EZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/s_KnafxURg4/s1600-h/P6010852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342560346004984210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWVB63EZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/s_KnafxURg4/s400/P6010852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is his favorite new book, we read it several times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWUq4wXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/idgjqRxUyUs/s1600-h/P6010853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342560339822140482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWUq4wXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/idgjqRxUyUs/s400/P6010853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a big boy; he always throws his diaper in the diaper genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWUUcmi_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iavQIltlphQ/s1600-h/P6010855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342560333798476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWUUcmi_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iavQIltlphQ/s400/P6010855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had lots of fun throwing every book in his book basket out into his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-5572845504292842221?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/5572845504292842221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=5572845504292842221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5572845504292842221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5572845504292842221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First Day of Summer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SiSWVVZebdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8cI-NButUxI/s72-c/P6010848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-4442250897468531390</id><published>2009-05-11T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:35:11.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Monkeys Jumping OUT of The Bed!</title><content type='html'>Last night I put Kade to bed and he was fussing a little.  He sometimes will cry a little when we put him to bed, but usually will fall right to sleep when he realizes it's bed time and we aren't going to get him out.  I was sitting in the living room listening to him when all the sudden I hear a thump and Kade starts to cry.  I figured he had just fallen in his bed.  So I walked in his room and found him on the floor!  I screamed for Tim and ran to pick Kade up.  I was terrified!  Kade did not cry for long at all; we checked him all over and thank goodness he was fine.  We put him down and he started walking around laughing and playing.  I had put his bumper back in his bed because his legs kept getting stuck in between the bars of the bed.  Well the bumper is how the little monkey climbed out of his bed.  We put him back in his bed to see how he climbed out and he showed us how he climbed on the bumper and swung his leg over the top of the bed.  So the bumper is no longer in his bed.  Hopefully the little monkey will not be able to climb out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-4442250897468531390?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/4442250897468531390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=4442250897468531390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4442250897468531390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4442250897468531390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-more-monkeys-jumping-out-of-bed.html' title='No More Monkeys Jumping OUT of The Bed!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-4658310014447755728</id><published>2009-04-23T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:04:18.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Finally Made The Move!</title><content type='html'>O.k, so I have a confession to make....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; has been sleeping in the pack 'n' play in our room since he was born.  My goal was to move him to his own room over Christmas break and then it was over spring break.  Well I did not meet any of those goals.  It sounds silly but I just wanted him to be right in the same room with me all night.  Well on Sunday night I'm not sure what came over me but after we did our nightly routine I just decided to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; in his own bed in his room.  The rest of the night I kept asking Tim if he thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; would be okay and I kept telling myself people put their kids to bed in their own rooms every night and everything is fine.  We got his night light and humidifier all set up in his room.  We tested out the monitors; everything was good to go.  I was really tired so I fell right to sleep.  I woke up at about 1:00 in the morning and Tim was gone.  So I got up and found him in the guest bedroom next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; room.  I woke him up and asked what he was doing in there.  He said, "I just wanted to make sure we could hear him."  It was so sweet that Tim secretly didn't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; to make the move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt;!  Well we have made it all week now and it's going well.  Tim and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; are both making it all night in their own rooms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-4658310014447755728?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/4658310014447755728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=4658310014447755728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4658310014447755728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4658310014447755728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-finally-made-move.html' title='We Finally Made The Move!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-3563104965329944518</id><published>2009-04-16T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:48:47.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Walking and Clapping with 2 Teeth!</title><content type='html'>Kade started taking a few steps over spring break, but this week he has really started to take off.  The most steps I have counted at one time is 8.  He is in such a hurry he ends of falling and crawling the rest of the way to where he is going.  It's so funny to look up and see him walking around the living room.  My little baby boy is growing up way too fast! &lt;br /&gt;We have been working on clapping for awhile now.  He just wasn't seeming interested.  On Tuesday I picked him up at Ms. Lynda's and he was playing a game where you put a ball in the hole and it falls down the toy and out the bottom.  She said that is his favorite toy at her house.  I was watching him put the ball in and all the sudden he started clapping.  I was so excited!  Now he is clapping for everything.  His little chubby hands are so cute when he claps them together.  It's so funny how being a mom makes you so excited about little things like clapping.  I just love watching him learn new things!&lt;br /&gt;Kade finally has 2 teeth!  These past few weeks have been pretty painful for everyone at the Bailey House.  I thought we might all go crazy if those teeth didn't come in quick.  His little gums were so swollen and looked so painful.  We felt so bad for him and he was so FUSSY!  Thank goodness for Motrin and Tylenol!  It's funny to see him smile with his two little bottom teeth. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will post some new pictures soon; this has been a very busy week and I am so glad that tomorrow if Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-3563104965329944518?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/3563104965329944518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=3563104965329944518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/3563104965329944518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/3563104965329944518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-walking-and-clapping-with-2-teeth.html' title='He&apos;s Walking and Clapping with 2 Teeth!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-3723655450290258538</id><published>2009-04-07T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:00:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Anyone??</title><content type='html'>Tim and I always said that when we had kids we were not going to re-arrange the house and we would just teach our children what they could and could not touch.  We bought our house thinking that our back living area would be a play room and that is where the toys would stay.    Well now that we are parents we realize the reality is that we were totally wrong!  The entire house looks like a toy store exploded all the time and certain things around the house have had to be put up a little higher.   Most of you probably know that Tim and I are very particular about the house and keeping things where they go and clean.  Well, Kade has somewhat caused us to loosen up quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that we have always been pretty anal about is the carpet.  We don't eat or drink on the carpet.  We have a wine rack in our kitchen very close to where the kitchen and the living room meet.  Neither one of us are wine drinkers, we have some wine bottles on the rack for decoration.   I was in the kitchen talking to Tim on the phone when Kade crawled into the kitchen and grabbed onto the wine rack to pull himself up.  He lost his balance and on his way down grabbed a wine bottle.  Just as I was saying,"No, no Kade," the wine bottle fell on the tile and wine spilled out everywhere.  I ran over and picked him up quick, thank goodness he was not hurt at all.  He just looked at me and smiled.  I put him in his bed and picked my phone back up and told Tim I had to go there was wine everywhere.  The wine spilled into the living room covering a pretty big spot of the carpet.  I scrubbed forever to try to get the wine up, all we had was a small bottle of carpet cleaner.  The cleaner did not work well at all.  I am hoping that we can find some better cleaner at the store or if anyone knows how to get wine out of the carpet please let me know.  So the kitchen now smells like a bar and we have a huge purple spot on the carpet in the living room.  We now have an empty wine rack in the kitchen and I am thinking it is going to stay empty until Kade goes to college!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-3723655450290258538?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/3723655450290258538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=3723655450290258538&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/3723655450290258538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/3723655450290258538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/04/wine-anyone.html' title='Wine Anyone??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-1194265217005896939</id><published>2009-03-29T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:53:12.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9  months old</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; 9 month/Easter pictures taken.  I was a little worried how he would do because he has really been going through the stranger anxiety thing.  But, he did so good. He posed for all the pictures and had a great time laughing at the photographers.  My favorite are the pictures with the bunny ears.  Tim was not so thrilled with the bunny ears when I bought them, but he did admit the pictures turned out cute!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; hair was extra crazy this morning.  We tried to fix it a little, but could not get it to lay down much.  So we decided to just let his hair go natural.  It was sticking up everywhere.  The top is getting so long! &lt;br /&gt;He is getting such a funny little personality.  This week he started doing this thing where he acts like he is going to give you a kiss and then he blows on your cheek to make noise.  He laughs so hard and we laugh too so he keeps doing it over and over, by the time he is done our face is covered in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; slobber.  It's so funny!  Also,  his new favorite thing to do when he is done eating his baby food is to spit it at you.  That is not so funny when you are covered in green beans.  I'm really trying to teach him not to spit his food, but after he does it he laughs his cute little laugh and it's sometimes hard for me to keep my "that's not nice" face. &lt;br /&gt;He went for his 9 month check up on Tuesday.  He was 20 1/3 lbs. (50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile) and&lt;br /&gt;29 inches (90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile).  The doctor said he was doing well.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; got one shot and they took some blood just for a routine check.  The next day they called and said his white blood cell count was slightly low and they wanted to check it in a week.  The nurse said it was most likely due to the ear infection he had a while ago.  Of course I started worrying right away.  When you research on the Internet the worst things always come up.  After talking with a few people that have had similar situations I feel a little better about it.  He will go back this Tuesday for another blood test.  I'm praying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;will be normal this time.  I better quit blogging for now and go get some laundry done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--2dFCtkI/AAAAAAAAAME/nsC5CsrQ04A/s1600-h/0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318679527675835970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--2dFCtkI/AAAAAAAAAME/nsC5CsrQ04A/s400/0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--2OmZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hrbqnlDDIAs/s1600-h/0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318679523789236594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--2OmZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hrbqnlDDIAs/s400/0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--2ASxe1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/toFDlBbfbBo/s1600-h/0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318679519948798802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--2ASxe1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/toFDlBbfbBo/s400/0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--10T5ZDI/AAAAAAAAALs/zNW3Y1fjIOk/s1600-h/0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318679516732286002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--10T5ZDI/AAAAAAAAALs/zNW3Y1fjIOk/s400/0050.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--1ektHGI/AAAAAAAAALk/3qq_K6KraZI/s1600-h/0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318679510897204322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--1ektHGI/AAAAAAAAALk/3qq_K6KraZI/s400/0043.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;/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/8768160111925341663-1194265217005896939?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/1194265217005896939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=1194265217005896939&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1194265217005896939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1194265217005896939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-months-old.html' title='9  months old'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Sc--2dFCtkI/AAAAAAAAAME/nsC5CsrQ04A/s72-c/0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-780134919930946258</id><published>2009-03-22T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:32:44.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and I had a great spring break!  I'm so sad to see the week end and go back to the real world.  After this week I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; counting the days until summer.  The first part of the week we went with Tonya, Amanda, Patsy, and the kids to visit my grandma.  She lives about 3 hours away.  I think I packed the entire house to take with us for just one overnight trip.  You just never know what you might need with a baby.  We had fun at Memaw's house just hanging out and talking. &lt;br /&gt;Other things we did over the week:&lt;br /&gt;We rode the train last Saturday for Noah's birthday.  He is Tim's brother's little boy and he turned 4 years old.  I can't believe he is so big.  Kade and I met Tim for lunch at the park one day and went shopping with Bradley.  On Thursday, my friend since elementary school, Chelse came over to hang out with us.  Chelse is a teacher and we hardly see each other during the school year since we are both so busy with school.  It was fun catching up with her.  On Saturday, we went to Kasey's first birthday party.  I remember last spring break going to the hospital when she was born.  Time goes by so fast!  Kasey was so pretty in her pink dress. &lt;br /&gt;Kade News:&lt;br /&gt;He is growing so fast and thinks he is a big boy who can do anything.  The boy is not afraid of anything!  The week I was so excited when he started saying "mama," he has been saying "dada" for awhile.  He also took TWO steps on Friday night!  Kade turned 9 months on Saturday.  His new thing he loves to do is throw himself on pillows we have on the floor and roll off of them.  He will do this over and over rolling all around the living room just laughing so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-HRWolDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3x3iCTbdbno/s1600-h/P3160713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215811028325426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-HRWolDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3x3iCTbdbno/s400/P3160713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kasey and Kade at Memaw's house in their St.Patrick's Day shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-G4AJeNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/9xhGuV7PUFQ/s1600-h/P3200722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215804223125714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-G4AJeNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/9xhGuV7PUFQ/s400/P3200722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to spike his hair for Kasey's party, but it was a little too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-GLAP4_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/W0ogmVqPzfg/s1600-h/P3160718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215792143950834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-GLAP4_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/W0ogmVqPzfg/s400/P3160718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally got him to be still for a quick picture, Amanda was trying hard to get him to look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-FWzUALI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1u4RBBZg-z8/s1600-h/P3160700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215778131050674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-FWzUALI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1u4RBBZg-z8/s400/P3160700.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/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-EXl7AuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5Z1xvdEAc6M/s1600-h/P3160699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215761163453154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-EXl7AuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5Z1xvdEAc6M/s400/P3160699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved playing with Kasey's baby doll.  He is giving the doll a kiss, such a sweet boy.  Daddy does not like this picture very much!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-780134919930946258?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/780134919930946258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=780134919930946258&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/780134919930946258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/780134919930946258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-2009.html' title='Spring Break 2009'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Scb-HRWolDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3x3iCTbdbno/s72-c/P3160713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-6767500891194343912</id><published>2009-03-09T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:10:46.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing, Growing!</title><content type='html'>We had a busy weekend! Tim's mom and her husband came into town for their granddaughter's first birthday. This past summer they moved to Florida. They spent the night with us on Friday night and then we headed to Plano for the party on Saturday. There were like 15 babies 1 year old and under at the party. It was crazy and Kade had so much fun! We went back over on Sunday to visit a little more since Tim's mom had to leave to fly back home today. So we had to say goodbye last night. Does anyone else cry when you have to say goodbye to someone for a long time? As soon as we are getting ready to leave I always feel the tears coming. I just hate goodbyes and I am such a cryer! It can be so embarrassing sometimes. When my brother was living in Lubbock for college and he would come home for a visit; I couldn't even say "goodbye" I would be crying to hard. I remember every time we used to go visit my grandma who lives about 3 hours away my mom would always cry when it was time to say goodbye. She was a cryer too, I guess that is where I get it from. I cry when I'm happy, sad, mad, whenever. Anyway we had a fun weekend and Kade is so exhausted. He had a bottle about 8:00 last night and then he just layed his head down on my shoulder, closed his eyes and was immediately asleep. He slept the whole way to Ms. Lynda's this morning and then she said he slept until 10:00. He played so much with the other babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I picked him up and then my brother was coming over to watch him until Tim got home; because I had to go back to school for open house. I said goodbye to him and he started crawling after me crying. He has never cried when I have left before.  I of course was about to cry with him. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of us trying to take an 8 month picture of Kade. Every month it's more of a challenge to get a good picture. He is growing so fast and just completely all boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384504609140770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUEOa98CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RVHULd4zRWs/s400/P3030679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUD1BgerI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uQOL7XKMYpI/s1600-h/P3030681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384497791466162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUD1BgerI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uQOL7XKMYpI/s400/P3030681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUDUajR3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/ilpwhZuCpP8/s1600-h/P3030682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384489038137202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUDUajR3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/ilpwhZuCpP8/s400/P3030682.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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUC3Je6yI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EZXIx2YsNxY/s1600-h/P3010678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384481181920034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUC3Je6yI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EZXIx2YsNxY/s400/P3010678.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUCozg1zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sB65e9F6Hs4/s1600-h/P3010677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384477331674930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUCozg1zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sB65e9F6Hs4/s400/P3010677.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;/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/8768160111925341663-6767500891194343912?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/6767500891194343912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=6767500891194343912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6767500891194343912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6767500891194343912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-growing.html' title='Growing, Growing!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SbXUEOa98CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RVHULd4zRWs/s72-c/P3030679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-1119654236960084780</id><published>2009-02-24T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:15:31.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Kids Say</title><content type='html'>When I listen to my students at school I think  it is so funny that kids just say whatever they are thinking.  I always say I wish I could write down every funny thing I hear during the day because I always forget when I get home and I'm trying to tell Tim the story.  I have had a cough and a pretty bad cold for going on 2 weeks.  When I woke up on Monday my eyes were very irritated.  I thought great now I have pink eye.  So I didn't put on any eye makeup just in case I did have pink eye.  When I got to school I went to the nurse to have her check it out.  She said it wasn't pink eye and it looked more related to my allergies and being sick.  All during the day I heard comments from my students about my face with no make up.  Somethings I heard were:&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to your face?"   "Are you going to get your old eyes back?"  "Are you going to be okay?"  When I explained that I just wasn't wearing make-up because I wanted my eyes to get better one kid said, "When will you be able to wear make-up again?" &lt;br /&gt;So I guess my lesson is I better wear make-up everyday so that my students can actually learn and not have to worry about what is wrong with my face all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-1119654236960084780?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/1119654236960084780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=1119654236960084780&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1119654236960084780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1119654236960084780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-kids-say.html' title='Things Kids Say'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-461226639332392428</id><published>2009-02-16T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:57:42.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a fun Valentines weekend.  Kade is feeling much better and enjoyed his first Valentine's Day.  Tim got me a plant from Kade so that I would always remember his first Valentine's Day; it was a sweet original idea.  Let's just  hope I can keep it alive!  I love plants, but seem to have bad luck with them.  My grandmother took home a fern from our wedding; she has given me two plants she grew from that plant and yes I have managed to kill both of them.  So wish me luck with Kade's plant.  Saturday night my brother came over to babysit while Tim and I went to the movies.  We had not been to the movies since Kade was born so we were pretty excited.  We went to see "Taken," but when we got there it was sold out.  Since we were there we wanted to see something, so we settled for "Paul Blart: Mall Cop."  It was kind of one of those stupid funny movies.  We didn't mind though, it was fun just getting to go.  Sunday we went to Colin's  4th birthday party.  He is my cousin, Tonya's  little boy and he was born on Valentine's Day.  Kade enjoyed some cake with Daddy.  He also liked playing with all the kids and Colin's drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyE_jwsWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MtCOiuoEKmc/s1600-h/P2130648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606572544471394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyE_jwsWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MtCOiuoEKmc/s400/P2130648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade and I with my Valentine plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyEmj60QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tt3wMbq7PFM/s1600-h/P2150675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606565834248450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyEmj60QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tt3wMbq7PFM/s400/P2150675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade and Uncle B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyED61Z0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/EBvAegh1tmQ/s1600-h/P2150671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606556535121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyED61Z0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/EBvAegh1tmQ/s400/P2150671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyD-fDhyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1xsPZztzf8E/s1600-h/P2150669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606555076429602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyD-fDhyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1xsPZztzf8E/s400/P2150669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to eat his shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyDka_WtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Xxab6B0I2Ig/s1600-h/P2150665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606548080057042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyDka_WtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Xxab6B0I2Ig/s400/P2150665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking to see if anyone is watching before he takes off!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-461226639332392428?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/461226639332392428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=461226639332392428&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/461226639332392428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/461226639332392428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-weekend.html' title='Valentines Weekend'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SZoyE_jwsWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MtCOiuoEKmc/s72-c/P2130648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-5043294070088079225</id><published>2009-02-12T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:29:06.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will this week ever end??</title><content type='html'>This has been a very long week. Last weekend we pretty much hung out around the house, none of us were feeling that well. So I started out the week going to work not feeling that great still. On Tuesday I went to a funeral for a mother of 3 young children. It was the first funeral I have attended since my mom's almost 5 years ago. I really tried to prepare myself to try to stay strong for this special child in my life that I knew needed me to be strong on this day. I tried to think of what I could say to a 6 year old who was going through this horrible time in her life. I started thinking about my mom's funeral and realized how so much of that week seems like such a blur to me. I really only remember certain parts of that week. I guess that is a good thing; because I would rather remember the good memories with my mom. My hope is that this family will remember the good times and not so much of this sad week they are going through and the sad months to come.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday morning, Ms. Lynda called to say that she was sick and could not babysit. I stayed home with Kade. He had a very runny nose since Sunday and had been tugging a little at his ears, but he had not really had any fever. I took him to the doctor and he had an ear infection in both ears. Poor little guy! Ear infections had been one of my biggest fears. My cousin Tonya's kids had the hardest time with ear infections and I was so scared for Kade to get one. The doctor gave him an antibiotic and also checked him for the flu. No flu thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's office was packed with so many little sick kids. Last night Kade slept off and on, he kept waking up crying and pulling his ears. I gave him some Motrin to try to help the pain. It is so sad to see him sick. I am home with him again today. He has actually been pretty tough through the whole thing playing and wild as usual. We have had some fun play times the past two days; I have to admit I love being at home with him, I just wish it wasn't because he was sick.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very long week. I am ready for the weekend and for everyone to be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-5043294070088079225?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/5043294070088079225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=5043294070088079225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5043294070088079225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5043294070088079225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-this-week-ever-end.html' title='Will this week ever end??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7719150028882388513</id><published>2009-02-08T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:36:13.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy With The Pink Hand</title><content type='html'>I decided to try a Valentine craft with Kade. I am not crafty at all, but I had this idea in my head and I really wanted to try it out.  I used a red ink pad to stamp his handprint on a Valentine card.  He was not thrilled by the craft at all!  The worst part was when I tried to get the ink off of his hand, it would not come off.  We sat at the sink forever trying to scrub the ink off.  The ink pad said washable on the cover, apparently that means washable after many days of scrubbing!  So the red ink faded into a nice pretty shade of pink on his little hand.  You can tell by the picture that he is not very happy about going to Ms. Lynda's house with this pink hand tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SY-v9NrafBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q26OFQQ2u4k/s1600-h/kadepinkhand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300648752616995858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SY-v9NrafBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q26OFQQ2u4k/s400/kadepinkhand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8768160111925341663-7719150028882388513?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7719150028882388513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7719150028882388513&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7719150028882388513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7719150028882388513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/02/boy-with-pink-hand.html' title='The Boy With The Pink Hand'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SY-v9NrafBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q26OFQQ2u4k/s72-c/kadepinkhand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-1349850467771125422</id><published>2009-02-05T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:58:06.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade's New Hobby</title><content type='html'>This week Kade started feeding the dog from his high chair.  He laughs so hard everytime she jumps up and gets the cheese puffs from his hand.  It is pretty funny watching him.  I had to put an end to his fun though when he gave the dog a bite and then he took a bite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuz4vVndWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n4qyK8u9z3o/s1600-h/P2050643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299527173892699490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuz4vVndWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n4qyK8u9z3o/s400/P2050643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is his 7 month picture from a few weeks ago.  He is growing too fast!  You can notice the wrinkled paper, his monthly pictures are getting a little harder to take each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuz4V5vQ6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xLPM1k-7L7Y/s1600-h/P1240639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299527167064884130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuz4V5vQ6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xLPM1k-7L7Y/s400/P1240639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuzO2cG0HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0KU0APLMBTQ/s1600-h/P2050643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuzOoZxkYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PTAU8DJWGxI/s1600-h/P1240639.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuygQC3gCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NpHvyx4mOGw/s1600-h/P1240639.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuygJqTSiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z-vdiDTDsEI/s1600-h/P2050643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8768160111925341663-1349850467771125422?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/1349850467771125422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=1349850467771125422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1349850467771125422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1349850467771125422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/02/kades-new-hobby.html' title='Kade&apos;s New Hobby'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYuz4vVndWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n4qyK8u9z3o/s72-c/P2050643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-1947405701724611805</id><published>2009-01-31T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:07:09.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Memory</title><content type='html'>This week at school I was standing in the lunch line with my kids and one kid said, "Mrs. Bailey, Did your mom die?"  I was a little shocked, because I don't talk to my students or parents about what happened to my mom.  I said, "Who told you that?"  Another kid said, "My mom told me that."  In my head I was thinking, "okay?."  So they proceded to ask a 100 questions like little kids do.  "Did she go to the hospital?  How did she die?  Did she get hurt?" I just said, "She got really sick."  They took that answer and went on with getting there lunch.  I was like "Whew!" glad that was a good enough answer for them.  But just as I answered the wondering kids, I noticed another student behind them.  I immediately felt awful for the answer I had just given.  The student who was listening in on the whole conversation has a parent who is very very sick.  My heart breaks for this child who makes cards for their parent when we have free writing time in class.  This child is so young and needs their parent for all the things that life will bring as the child grows.  When you pray, please say a prayer for this child and their family.   It really makes me thankful for the 21 years I did get with my mom and all the memories we had together. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share a memory of my mom.  Every year my mom and I would go with the girls of my family to the Kenny Chesney concert.  My mom loved Kenny Chesney!  We always had so much fun.   The year my mom died the concert was at the beginning of June right after my 21st birthday.  For my birthday my mom took me shopping for some new clothes.  I wanted a new outfit to wear to the concert.  Anothing memory of my mom is that we found any excuse to go shopping; we loved to shop!  I still can remember that day.  I picked out an outfit and then we met my brother for my birthday dinner.  Even though the outfit no longer fits, it is still hanging in my closet and probably will forever.  I keep this picture on my night stand; it is my mom and I before we went to the concert that year.  When I look at the picture I think about the 21 year old girl who had no idea her life would change in just 2 weeks.  I am so thankful for all the memories I had with my mom and everything I learned from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYSoMLivPHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7JANW4zP5Nw/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297543988904934514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYSoMLivPHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7JANW4zP5Nw/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYSnHoFAl9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/tl97pSSjUHA/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-1947405701724611805?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/1947405701724611805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=1947405701724611805&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1947405701724611805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/1947405701724611805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-memory.html' title='Mom Memory'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SYSoMLivPHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7JANW4zP5Nw/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-4143056439486652489</id><published>2009-01-25T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:52:03.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Back Row At Church</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was born we have been church slackers.  We didn't want to take him to the nursery because we didn't know anyone in the nursery;  also I felt guilty about dropping him off in a nursery on the weekend when he goes to a babysitter everyday during the week.  We were not really sure if it was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;" to take your baby into the service, so we have both been really nervous about going to church.  Tim and I both agree that it is important for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; to grow up going to church and that we go as a family.  So 7 months later we woke up this morning and tackled our fears. &lt;br /&gt;It was a good morning.  Kade woke up happy and we all played for a little while.  Then we had breakfast and started getting ready for church.  We got to church just on time to a new building that the church just built and we had not been into yet.  On the way there we decided we would sit in the back and so we would have easy access to get out if Kade started to get restless.  We got there and to our surprise found several families with babies and little kids sitting on the back rows.  Never before had we noticed the back row people.  We joined the end of a row and Kade was sleeping peacefully.   Kade slept through the band playing and woke up at the last song. Tim and I both held our breath not sure what Kade's next move would be.   He woke up smiling and Tim took him out of his seat to hold him.  He sat so calmly with Tim and listened as the pastor walked out and started speaking. &lt;br /&gt;Then he decided he had a enough of this sitting still and so I gave him a toy.  That held his attention for about 2 seconds.  He enjoyed smiling at the little girls behind us for awhile.  Kade was being very quiet; he played with my necklace and then the toy again.  Tim was on the edge of his seat, he gets so nervous and embarressed.  I kept whispering it's okay!  At the very end of the service Kade wanted down and started to cry a little.  That's when Tim noticed that right behind us at the back of the service room there was a "Cry Room."  It is a glass room with chairs and you can see into the service and hear.  We were so excited; what a great idea!  The old building did not have this room.   Tim and Kade joined some other restless babies in the "Cry Room" for the rest of the service. &lt;br /&gt;So that was Kade's trip to church; I feel bad that it took 7 months for his parents to get the nerve up to take him.  We plan to keep going back, it was not as bad as we had thought.  The great thing was that we were just like all those other parents on the back row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-4143056439486652489?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/4143056439486652489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=4143056439486652489&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4143056439486652489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4143056439486652489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-row-at-church.html' title='The Back Row At Church'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7606703761646709298</id><published>2009-01-20T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:47:38.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on at our house lately.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; is now an expert crawler.  For awhile he was scooting around the house, but now is up on both hands and knees and crawling the "regular" way.  He has really gotten fast!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; new favorite thing is to pull himself up on everything.  He falls all over the place and just keeps going.  I think he needs a helmet!  He does not like to be trapped at all and he even tries to climb the baby gate.  I keep telling him he is only 6 months old and needs to slow down.  Tomorrow he will be 7 months old.  I really can't believe how fast he is growing.  Here are some pictures of the Little Monkey at our house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SXaY_cbvHbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VdLxl2zx98U/s1600-h/P1040626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586627752304050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SXaY_cbvHbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VdLxl2zx98U/s400/P1040626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SXaY_ChVZrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/53wh7FUbU-I/s1600-h/P1040625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586620796462770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SXaY_ChVZrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/53wh7FUbU-I/s400/P1040625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SXaY-wXnFWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hDHl5L91SS0/s1600-h/P1030623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586615923840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SXaY-wXnFWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hDHl5L91SS0/s400/P1030623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-7606703761646709298?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7606703761646709298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7606703761646709298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7606703761646709298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7606703761646709298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-monkey.html' title='Little Monkey'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SXaY_cbvHbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VdLxl2zx98U/s72-c/P1040626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7310858929870000081</id><published>2009-01-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:37:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work (Sort of....)</title><content type='html'>I made it back to work for 1 whole day. Monday was a good day, it was fun to see the kids again and hear all their stories about the break. But at the same time very hard to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had a great 2 weeks at home with him. I was not very productive and did not get my list of things I wanted to do done, but I did have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of fun!&lt;br /&gt;So, about going back to work, I went back Monday but stayed home Tuesday and Wednesday. On Monday night I came home feeling awful after I picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I went to bed early and the next morning felt awful again. I knew I couldn't miss school after a whole 2 weeks off, so I started getting ready for work. Well, on the way to work I threw up and decided to turn back around and go home after calling another teacher on my team who was able to get a sub for me. I slept most of the day Tuesday, when I woke up I was feeling better but very weak. So I stayed home again today. I have been able to eat now and feeling much better. My kids at school are probably wondering where I am after just one day back.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know that I hate to miss work. I think it is the need to be in control side of me. Growing up my mom never let us stay home from school; we seriously had to be dying to miss. She never missed work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt;. When I was old enough to get a job she never let me "call in sick." I used to get so mad, my friend's moms would "call in sick" for them; my mom would make me feel so guilty if I ever missed work to do something else I wanted to do. She taught me if I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to be somewhere I needed to be there. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that when I met Tim in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; he wanted me to skip school to go to the Opening Day Ranger game. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; just be "bad" and skip I had to ask my mom if I could go, and she said I could go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-7310858929870000081?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7310858929870000081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7310858929870000081&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7310858929870000081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7310858929870000081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-work-sort-of.html' title='Back to Work (Sort of....)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-6208192835901135217</id><published>2009-01-04T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:50:53.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen</title><content type='html'>When we were building our house a model house in the neighborhood  had a kitchen with really pretty textured walls and faux painting.  At the time we had already upgraded our house to our budget, so the  pretty textured walls had to wait.  December 31 was our 4 year anniversary so our gift to ourselves was to have our kitchen textured and painted.   I love how it turned out.  Here are some before and after pictures.  The pictures don't really do it very good justice, so you will just have to come visit us to see the kitchen in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQOnXNOeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jnIWmfLV1bk/s1600-h/P1010618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287666018268559842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQOnXNOeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jnIWmfLV1bk/s400/P1010618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQOBGx3GI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0qahS4JLvzA/s1600-h/P1010616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287666007999110242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQOBGx3GI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0qahS4JLvzA/s400/P1010616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQN75gGXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qdGY5RVu0pI/s1600-h/P1040627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287666006601242994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQN75gGXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qdGY5RVu0pI/s400/P1040627.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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQNpL_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7oYyqjyUt6Q/s1600-h/P1040630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287666001578518082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQNpL_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7oYyqjyUt6Q/s400/P1040630.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQNOXL-TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DPhIBtGHCzc/s1600-h/P1040631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665994377722162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQNOXL-TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DPhIBtGHCzc/s400/P1040631.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGPKOyKljI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Lem79O8ZhKg/s1600-h/P1040630.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGPJi6-HsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0cB_ZwWRDZk/s1600-h/P1040631.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGPJFY7cRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JXacZbYPJkg/s1600-h/P1010618.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGPImSF7sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HW0xUWv4c2g/s1600-h/P1010616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGPIJE1RZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vzgQ2a9Ppg8/s1600-h/P1010613.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/8768160111925341663-6208192835901135217?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/6208192835901135217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=6208192835901135217&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6208192835901135217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6208192835901135217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2009/01/kitchen.html' title='Kitchen'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SWGQOnXNOeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jnIWmfLV1bk/s72-c/P1010618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-6713649446258988443</id><published>2008-12-30T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:01:48.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Fun</title><content type='html'>The Bailey's have been busy in December. We have done lots of fun things, but I haven't had time to post pictures. Kade is taking a nap right now, so I finally can get to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Kade is no longer the sweet little baby boy that loved for me to sit and hold him. He is now a sweet WILD BOY! Just since I have been home on Christmas break he has really started to be on the move. He scoots around all over the place and he has gotten fast. He doesn't crawl he does this funny swimmer looking scoot. He is even pulling up on things too and falling all over the place. He hits his head and just keeps going. It is really scary! We can not leave him alone for a minute anymore. He constantly wants to be on the go and is interested in everything. I'm a little worried he is going to be the sweet little boy in Kindergarten who is always running around the room. His teacher will be saying, "Kade sit down." Just getting the boy to stop for a diaper change is like a huge struggle. He is really at a fun age, he is starting to really interact and play. Tim and I have so much fun just playing with Kade.&lt;br /&gt;I am really enjoying getting to be at home with him. Tim and I got to go out on a date to the Stars game last night. My cousin's company had extra tickets and she asked us to go. It was a lot of fun. Thanks Angie! Early this month Tim's mom came to visit and we celebrated Christmas with her. We also walked in the Jingle Bell Run and Kade; and I went with my cousin and her kids to the Polar Express. We had a fun Christmas, Kade's favorite thing was rolling in all the paper. Here are some pictures from Christmas and December Fun; they are a little out of order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRxu47P8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gdOPlsdcTJ4/s1600-h/PC240567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627027514933186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRxu47P8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gdOPlsdcTJ4/s400/PC240567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade and Aunt Sharon on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRxPQaqrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O4zmJomwOXg/s1600-h/PC250598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627019023526578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRxPQaqrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O4zmJomwOXg/s400/PC250598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade and Aunt Patsy reading his new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRwd6tbyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u0hRWSJEYTk/s1600-h/PC240583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627005779144482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRwd6tbyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u0hRWSJEYTk/s400/PC240583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Kade having fun rolling around in the wrapping paper on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRv0sG82I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SwDAcUXcP5E/s1600-h/PC240570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626994712048482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRv0sG82I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SwDAcUXcP5E/s400/PC240570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa came to visit Kade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRvbEscDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JAcbEMdJLyQ/s1600-h/PC240566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626987835846706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRvbEscDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JAcbEMdJLyQ/s400/PC240566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Kade, my brother, and Memaw on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQ1MxAdaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XWsy9AkGsic/s1600-h/PC060466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285625987562763682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQ1MxAdaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XWsy9AkGsic/s400/PC060466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the little reindeer walking in the Jingle Bell Run.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQxEfcw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/keTc1dxAh7Y/s1600-h/PC110503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285625916622160850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQxEfcw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/keTc1dxAh7Y/s400/PC110503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Kade with Tim's mom "Nana" and his cousin Noah.&lt;br /&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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQwVd80vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oDVU7cz18Is/s1600-h/PC060461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285625903999406834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQwVd80vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oDVU7cz18Is/s400/PC060461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQvdsyoBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CZEDIBRw63g/s1600-h/PC070470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285625889029267474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQvdsyoBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CZEDIBRw63g/s400/PC070470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rode on the Polar Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQurwuxZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EE7V_yJItHw/s1600-h/PB300423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285625875624019346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpQurwuxZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EE7V_yJItHw/s400/PB300423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade helped put the angel on our Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/8768160111925341663-6713649446258988443?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/6713649446258988443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=6713649446258988443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6713649446258988443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/6713649446258988443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-fun.html' title='December Fun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SVpRxu47P8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gdOPlsdcTJ4/s72-c/PC240567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-4176724988900969496</id><published>2008-12-14T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:31:22.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Stars!</title><content type='html'>We took Kade to his first Dallas Stars game on Friday night.  We had a lot of fun.  Kade did get scared 2 times when the people around us got extra excited.  Tim and I were really nervous that it would be too loud for him.  Kade stared at the huge t.v. scoreboard.  He took about a 30 minute nap after the first period and woke up at the end to see the Stars win the game.  We were all really exhausted when we got home.  Tim and I decided this would probably be Kade's last Stars game for awhile.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279867577043257970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SUXbll7ECnI/AAAAAAAAADc/zIr469c5_2Q/s400/PC120543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279867575065372754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SUXblejf6FI/AAAAAAAAADU/G4ZbG8dKuNI/s400/PC120537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SUXbl-ArtrI/AAAAAAAAADk/qNRifi5U-oY/s1600-h/PC120539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279867583509280434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SUXbl-ArtrI/AAAAAAAAADk/qNRifi5U-oY/s400/PC120539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-4176724988900969496?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/4176724988900969496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=4176724988900969496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4176724988900969496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4176724988900969496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-stars.html' title='Go Stars!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SUXbll7ECnI/AAAAAAAAADc/zIr469c5_2Q/s72-c/PC120543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-5442991200328267927</id><published>2008-12-04T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:04:53.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The holiday season always makes me miss my mom even more.  This time of year I  feel myself getting moody and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; irritable.  I feel bad because Tim is always the one who suffers from my moodiness.  He is always so patient with me whether I am being mean to him or crying over every little thing.  I am very lucky to have such a great husband.  Holidays are supposed to be happy; but I just get so sad wishing that my mom was here to enjoy it with us.  Now that we have Kade it is so hard knowing that he will never know my mom. She would have loved him!   When I have questions or don't know what to do I just want to call my mom.  She always knew the right thing to say in any situation I was ever in.  She really was like my best friend, I told her everything.   I think about her everyday.  Tim and I talk about her sometimes and it's nice to remember the different times we had together.  My mom loved the holidays and having parties with family and friends.  It's Kade's first Christmas and I really want the holidays to be special for him like they were with me and my mom.  I know my mom would not want me to be sad.  She was always smiling and trying to make the best out of any situation.  I know that on Christmas morning she will be there watching over my family and smiling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-5442991200328267927?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/5442991200328267927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=5442991200328267927&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5442991200328267927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5442991200328267927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-4635732353808655468</id><published>2008-11-29T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:51:30.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;We spent Thanksgiving at my grandma's house in Blossom, Texas.  It was about a 3 hour drive.  My brother rode with us; he and Kade slept the whole way.  It was fun getting to see everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwP9sXF9I/AAAAAAAAADM/EKAauhKXpQ4/s1600-h/PB270396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274120058188535762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwP9sXF9I/AAAAAAAAADM/EKAauhKXpQ4/s400/PB270396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade loved his first Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwPo_3x6I/AAAAAAAAADE/dmMO7QQoJF4/s1600-h/PB270397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274120052633225122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwPo_3x6I/AAAAAAAAADE/dmMO7QQoJF4/s400/PB270397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade and Daddy enjoyed watching the Cowboys win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwPWT7n-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/43IQCINAbpc/s1600-h/PB270401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274120047617089506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwPWT7n-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/43IQCINAbpc/s400/PB270401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade with my cousins; Amanda and Aubrey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwOzmu4wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/H0zgL2QJ0tw/s1600-h/PB270403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274120038300705538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwOzmu4wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/H0zgL2QJ0tw/s400/PB270403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade with his great-grandma; Memaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwOepDn-I/AAAAAAAAACs/qoyxDHo8m0o/s1600-h/PB270405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274120032673308642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwOepDn-I/AAAAAAAAACs/qoyxDHo8m0o/s400/PB270405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade had fun playing with his cousin Julia. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-4635732353808655468?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/4635732353808655468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=4635732353808655468&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4635732353808655468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/4635732353808655468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/STFwP9sXF9I/AAAAAAAAADM/EKAauhKXpQ4/s72-c/PB270396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-3237786953564845664</id><published>2008-11-09T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:43:13.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoons At Our House</title><content type='html'>Tim is a football fanatic. During football season on Sunday afternoons he will be sitting on our couch with the remote and his laptop. The remote for flipping back and forth between games (because he watches them all) and his laptop for checking his fantasy team scores every minute. It is so funny when his friends call during the games so they can chat about their teams. But I have to say that this year Tim has really been sweet to give up some football time to spend family time with us. Tim missed a Cowboy game this year to go to the pumpkin patch; that is a huge deal for him. What a sweet dad!&lt;br /&gt;Tim is already pulling Kade into the football craziness. Kade loves to sit on the couch and watch football with Daddy. He will stare at the t.v. It is so funny! Here is a picture of Kade looking just like Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SRen89_9QcI/AAAAAAAAACk/qv-SbhEDuQM/s1600-h/PB020352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266862955109892546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SRen89_9QcI/AAAAAAAAACk/qv-SbhEDuQM/s400/PB020352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8768160111925341663-3237786953564845664?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/3237786953564845664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=3237786953564845664&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/3237786953564845664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/3237786953564845664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-afternoons-at-our-house.html' title='Sunday Afternoons At Our House'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SRen89_9QcI/AAAAAAAAACk/qv-SbhEDuQM/s72-c/PB020352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-5231320060379770377</id><published>2008-11-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:14:41.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Croup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor Kade is sick with croup. Monday when I picked him up at Ms. Lynda's she said she thought he had a cough that sounded like croup. I had heard of croup, but really did not know what it was. Because she is such a great babysitter she had already gone on the internet and printed me out a sheet all about croup. She told me not to worry; just be looking out for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday night we all went to bed at usual time and at 11:00 Kade woke up crying with this barking seal like cough. He would wake up about every hour with this same awful coughing. It was awful! None of us slept hardly at all that night. We kept checking his temperature, but he never had a fever. I had to wake up at 5:00 am to be at a conference I had been attending all week. Tim said he would see how Kade was doing when he woke up and take him to the doctor. I felt awful leaving him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when I got to the conference I called Tim and he said Kade was just fine laughing and playing with no fever. Tim took him to Ms. Lynda's and said he was going to try to take a half day to take him to the doctor. About mid morning I called Ms. Lynda and she said that Kade was doing great. Around 2:00 I sent Tim a text to see if he was still planning to take Kade to the doctor. He said Ms. Lynda called and Kade has a small fever. He said my brother was taking him to the doctor! I quickly texted back; WHAT???? First of all I couldn't believe Tim had gotten my brother to take Kade to the doctor by himself and second why was my brother taking him. Of course Tim's typical guy answer was, "What? What's wrong with your brother taking him?" Now I felt even worse that I couldn't be there to take my poor sick baby to the doctor. It all worked out and my brother did great; he took good care of Kade. I'm very thankful for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The doctor said Kade did have croup and he had to get 2 steroid shots. I stayed home with him today and he has done so well. He is such a tough little guy. Last night he only woke up once coughing. Pray that he gets over this quickly; it is so sad to see your sweet little baby sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768160111925341663-5231320060379770377?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/5231320060379770377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=5231320060379770377&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5231320060379770377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/5231320060379770377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2008/11/croup.html' title='Croup'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768160111925341663.post-7109600868830560219</id><published>2008-11-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:35:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween/Happy Birthday Tim!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from Halloween and the pumpkin patch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j_S2d4II/AAAAAAAAACY/dctqIABlDrg/s1600-h/PB010341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263903109764997250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j_S2d4II/AAAAAAAAACY/dctqIABlDrg/s200/PB010341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j-5BbJUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UmSK8EDBPBY/s1600-h/PB010330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263903102831633730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j-5BbJUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UmSK8EDBPBY/s200/PB010330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j-kw96AI/AAAAAAAAACI/yzYENEmRrmM/s1600-h/PB010346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263903097393899522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j-kw96AI/AAAAAAAAACI/yzYENEmRrmM/s200/PB010346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j-Q_vXVI/AAAAAAAAACA/axOszxe2Gv0/s1600-h/PB010315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263903092087151954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j-Q_vXVI/AAAAAAAAACA/axOszxe2Gv0/s200/PB010315.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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j94livnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yBOJrTgAbXE/s1600-h/DSCF0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263903085534822002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j94livnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yBOJrTgAbXE/s200/DSCF0292.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/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0gVBDrVtI/AAAAAAAAABI/VKxl1QDLZ8k/s1600-h/DSCF0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263899084899178194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0gVBDrVtI/AAAAAAAAABI/VKxl1QDLZ8k/s320/DSCF0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to start a blog to keep everyone up to date on what's going on at the Bailey house and I hope to post updated pictures of Kade! We will see how well I do at keeping up with this. The pictures ended up at the top of this post, I meant for them to be at the end. I'm still learning how to do this whole blog thing, maybe I'll figure it out next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have had a fun weekend; I love the weekends!! We started Friday night by celebrating Tim's birthday. He is a Halloween baby (kind of spooky huh). We had his favorite chocolate chip with pecans cookie cake from the Nestle Cafe. Then we dressed up our little kangaroo and took him around to see a few friends. My brother came over to celebrate with us. When we got home at 9:30 Mommy and Daddy were exhausted, but not Kade he was wide awake laughing and playing. Today we went to a birthday party for my cousin's little girl. She was 1 today; she was all dressed up in a pretty pink dress. Kade enjoyed the party and Daddy even gave him a taste of icecream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8768160111925341663-7109600868830560219?l=heathertimkade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/feeds/7109600868830560219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768160111925341663&amp;postID=7109600868830560219&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7109600868830560219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768160111925341663/posts/default/7109600868830560219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathertimkade.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloweenhappy-birthday-tim.html' title='Happy Halloween/Happy Birthday Tim!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232457043541422077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/Smd005_ZGgI/AAAAAAAAASw/0QTW7obmBUc/S220/P5250826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7kR2CFPubM/SQ0j_S2d4II/AAAAAAAAACY/dctqIABlDrg/s72-c/PB010341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
