<?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-7708029299610626879</id><updated>2012-02-09T01:53:09.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>... and baby makes three</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-251820945258605952</id><published>2009-05-05T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:56:46.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; finally learned how to get out of his crib. My babysitter called while I was at work and said that he climbed out during nap time. When I got home I put him in his bed to see if he would climb out, but he wouldn't. So I walked out of his room and then quietly peeked around the corner... he had one leg on the other side and was hopping up and down like he was riding a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight Wes and I took the front part off of his crib and put up the toddler railing (his crib converts to a toddler bed and then to a full-size). It made me sad to think that my baby isn't going to be in a crib anymore! I kept my composure because I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; to see what a big step he was taking. I kept asking him, "Are you going to sleep in your big boy bed tonight?" and he excitedly replied, "Ice!" (that means yes for those of you who didn't read the previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't sure how he would do once it was time for bed, but that kid never ceases to amaze us. I put him to bed and was very careful &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to say, "stay in bed." I thought if I told him that, he would think it was an option to get out. He didn't get up one time! I went in to check on him a few minutes ago and he was sound asleep. He's growing up... my little baby is becoming a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... I think the time has come to change my blog title :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-251820945258605952?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/251820945258605952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=251820945258605952' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/251820945258605952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/251820945258605952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-894807242409038140</id><published>2009-05-04T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:12:03.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with a two-year-old</title><content type='html'>This morning, my babysitter let Kross call me at work. Here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hello?&lt;br /&gt;K:  Hi, mama!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey, buddy! What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;K: Ha-ha. (something he does every single time I talk to him on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you being silly?&lt;br /&gt;K: Ice (also known as yes)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you being a good boy today?&lt;br /&gt;K: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart kid. He keeps me on my toes for sure... and keeps me wondering how he acts when I'm not around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-894807242409038140?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/894807242409038140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=894807242409038140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/894807242409038140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/894807242409038140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversation-with-two-year-old.html' title='Conversation with a two-year-old'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-7569806930127707832</id><published>2009-04-17T18:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:44:07.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the local park during my lunch hour. It was raining, but not pouring. The ducks were curled up beside the pond asleep. A turtle was swimming in the water from one side of the pond to the other. Raindrops steadily bounced off of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;windshield and&lt;/span&gt; nearly put me to sleep. It was a perfect lunch hour. No interruptions, no rushing, no errands... and that was peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-7569806930127707832?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/7569806930127707832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=7569806930127707832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7569806930127707832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7569806930127707832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/04/peaceful.html' title='Peaceful'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-8010612181916437778</id><published>2009-02-08T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:36:02.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much longer</title><content type='html'>and this sweet little face will be a part of our family. I love her already!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/SZBaMvekXtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/e6cbxk5VvGc/s1600-h/Puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300835936364682962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/SZBaMvekXtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/e6cbxk5VvGc/s320/Puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which one she is, but here's another picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836717867714194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/SZBa6OzaRpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1ZIilmKS9cE/s320/puppy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you in love yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-8010612181916437778?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/8010612181916437778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=8010612181916437778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8010612181916437778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8010612181916437778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-much-longer.html' title='Not much longer'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/SZBaMvekXtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/e6cbxk5VvGc/s72-c/Puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-3593518884809562440</id><published>2009-02-07T20:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:21:04.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Real</title><content type='html'>Becca challenged everyone a while back to get real on their blog. Click &lt;a href="http://mbwc.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-get-real.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read what she had to say about getting real. I challenge all of my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am very insecure. I feel like I have absolutely no style and nothing looks good on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There are times when I feel like I'm not a good wife. The house isn't always clean, the laundry isn't always put away, I don't cook every night, and I'm exhausted by the time we get one on one time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I worry about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; not talking yet. He will be two in March and he doesn't say much. Everyone tells me that a lot of kids don't start talking until after two, but I still worry about it. Is he hearing okay? Will he be anti-social? You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I worry about Wes coming home every time he goes to work. He's a state trooper and it's a crazy world. The thought of some psycho killing him is in the back of my mind all of the time. I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I don't make an effort to see my dad enough. When I was little, he would drive over three hours to pick me up every other weekend and take me back to his house. When our weekend was over, he would make the same trip again. Now that I'm old enough to make the trip myself, I don't. I think I've been to his house two or three times in four years! That's pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have gray hair. Yes, I'm 27 and I have gray hair. I know you're not supposed to pull it out, but I do it anyways. I think it's more noticeable since I have dark hair, so I pluck out all the silver strands I spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I don't have very many close friends. Since I have graduated, I have lost touch with a lot of people that I considered my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm a tight-wad. I don't like to spend money. I don't think I've always been this way, but I've noticed it more recently. If I go shopping, I almost always only buy sale items. Same goes for eating out... I will generally order the cheapest meal on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I feel like I don't spend enough time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt;. I work full time so I don't get a lot of time with him during the week. I get off at five and he goes to bed by eight. I try to make up for it on the weekends, but sometimes the guilt overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I have a hard time forgiving people if they've hurt me. I am the world's worst grudge holder. I don't know why I'm this way, but I am. Not a good characteristic to have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-3593518884809562440?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/3593518884809562440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=3593518884809562440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3593518884809562440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3593518884809562440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-real.html' title='Getting Real'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-5533705433171710241</id><published>2009-01-19T13:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:31:14.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck!</title><content type='html'>In the last post I mentioned something about Lays Kettle Cooked Jalapeno chips... you know, that they're my strongest weakness. Well change that. This morning I woke up sick and let me tell you that those don't taste as good coming up as they did going down. I'm not sure how long it will last, but I don't see myself purchasing anymore for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... the chips did not cause me to get sick. I think I have a hint of the wonderful virus that Kross had last week. If you've never tried the chips, you should still give them a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-5533705433171710241?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/5533705433171710241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=5533705433171710241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/5533705433171710241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/5533705433171710241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/01/yuck.html' title='Yuck!'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-1501783188900586003</id><published>2009-01-17T23:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:05:41.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://julieamberjones.typepad.com/notwittyenough/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; tagged everyone on her blog so that includes me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules&lt;/strong&gt;: Write 6 random things about yourself, link the person who tagged you &amp;amp; post the rules. Tag six people and link them. Let them know they have been tagged. Like Julie, I'm tagging everyone! Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love to read recipes. Seriously, give me a recipe book and I could spend an entire day reading and marking all the recipes I want to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am terrified of spiders. Size doesn't matter. I hate them. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Frito Lays Kettle Cooked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jalapeno&lt;/span&gt; chips are my strongest weakness. If you've never eaten them and you like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt; things, try them! If you become an addict, please don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sometimes after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; goes to bed (and Wes is at work), I quietly go get him out of bed and rock him. There's nothing sweeter than cuddling with a sleeping baby that has that fresh baby lotion scent. It's the perfect stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My real name is Kimberly Carol. Kacy is just a nickname. My initials are K.C., but my parents chose to spell it differently. I thought everyone knew this, but apparently not. My own cousin just discovered this fact on Christmas day! Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I think about my Grandmother (who passed away in 1997) a lot. She was my favorite person in the entire world and I miss her terribly. I wish Wes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had the honor of knowing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-1501783188900586003?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/1501783188900586003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=1501783188900586003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1501783188900586003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1501783188900586003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-9124072498430494156</id><published>2009-01-10T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:54:00.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>I'm attempting to type with my right hand bandaged.  It's not easy, but I need to get used to it.  I never realized how much I used my right hand and thank God that this is only temporary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surviving though.  My mother in law has helped me out a lot!  I am so thankful for her.  She has come over every night and bathed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; and put him to bed.  I can't even carry the little guy and I miss that so much!  Luckily, he knows that I have a boo-boo and he allows me to cuddle with him on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up sick.  Not good.  I think it was my medicine, but I don't know.  My mother in law came over and picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; so I could rest.  She brought him back around 2pm and then came back over this evening to help me.  Wes will be able to do the bathing and tucking in beginning tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Wes... have you ever had to have your husband wash your hair?  Not fun.  Wes has washed mine everyday since my surgery.  I'm happy he doesn't mind, but ouch!!!  I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it once Monday rolls around.  I may have my sister come over and do it for me.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my hand is really hurting now so I'm going to end this post.  I'll write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-9124072498430494156?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/9124072498430494156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=9124072498430494156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/9124072498430494156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/9124072498430494156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/01/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-6955539095306706553</id><published>2009-01-07T16:40:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:11:01.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Calories, &amp; a Cyst</title><content type='html'>I only made one resolution this year and it's kicking my butt. It's simple... drink more water. As simple as it sounds, it's a true challenge for me. I'm the type of person who only drinks when I'm thirsty. I can go all day and not take one sip... trust me, I find myself doing this on the weekends a lot. It's pitiful. And I don't know why, but I really don't like water. I know... it has no taste, but it still makes me want to gag when I down a cup. So with that being said, I must say that I'm sticking with it. I have to MAKE myself do it, but I'm doing it. Of course, I'm up all hours of the night making bathroom trips, but that's okay :) Have I mentioned that I feel much better now that I'm hydrating my body?!!? Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the midst of drinking more water, I came across an article in a magazine stating that women should consume a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; of 2000 calories/day. Less than 2000 can be unhealthy and of course over-doing isn't good either. I've never counted calories, but I thought what the heck... why not!? So tonight I started an online calorie counter/food journal. I recorded every little thing that entered my mouth. From the amount of cream I put in my morning cup of coffee to the number of banana peppers I put on my sandwich at lunch. From the two mid-day Hershey's kisses to the rib-eye I split with my husband tonight. I knew that I had to be going way over the minimum calorie intake, but I was curious to know what I averaged. Get this: it's nearly 10pm and I still have over 600 calories to consume to reach 2000! Now I'm no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;, but are you kidding me? I'm going to continue to count for a week just to get an average. Maybe today wasn't a good day to test. I don't know why because I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I'll keep you updated. And please don't start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harassing&lt;/span&gt; me by saying that I don't need to lose weight. I'm not trying to... I just want to make that clear. There's a difference in eating healthy and dieting. If I'm not consuming enough calories, I need to know... same goes for if I'm consuming too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a ganglion cyst removed tomorrow. It's on the top of my right wrist. I've read that most of the time, this type of cyst causes no discomfort. Unfortunately, I'm one of the few who feels pain and discomfort. Hopefully all will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I can't eat after midnight tonight and my surgery isn't until 1pm?!? Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-6955539095306706553?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/6955539095306706553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=6955539095306706553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6955539095306706553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6955539095306706553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2009/01/water-calories-cyst.html' title='Water, Calories, &amp; a Cyst'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-6891151322239058156</id><published>2008-12-19T20:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:43:15.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged-Christmas Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/strong&gt; Depends on the gift. If it will be pretty wrapped, I prefer to wrap it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tree--Real or Artificial?&lt;/strong&gt; Artificial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever re-gift a gift you've been given?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but only if I received the gift in a secret/dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; gift exchange.  I have never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regifted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;somthing&lt;/span&gt; that was specifically bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When do you put your Christmas tree up?&lt;/strong&gt; Usually the day after Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When do you take the tree down?&lt;/strong&gt; after New Year's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like eggnog?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, although I never buy it because I'm the only one in my family that likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; Wes.  The things I know he really wants are impossible for me to pick out... guns, hunting gear, etc.  I know NOTHING about that kind of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm sure this is only a phase :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mail or email a Christmas card?&lt;/strong&gt; Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/strong&gt; Home Alone &amp;amp; How the Grinch Stole Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; very. last. minute.  I don't think I'll ever stop procrastinating.  It happens every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite food to eat on Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; Breakfast casserole... it's a family tradition :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clear or colored tree lights?&lt;/strong&gt; Clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Christmas Song?&lt;/strong&gt; White Christmas (although I can't remember the last white Christmas we've had!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open presents on Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/strong&gt; We open presents with my family on Christmas Eve.  The three of us open ours on Christmas morning and then we get together with Wes' family sometime after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/strong&gt; How the true meaning of Christmas has been replaced by materialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to play along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-6891151322239058156?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/6891151322239058156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=6891151322239058156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6891151322239058156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6891151322239058156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-christmas-version.html' title='Tagged-Christmas Version'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-7950985028784694393</id><published>2008-10-30T12:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:17:37.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>From our little Frog :) Here is a pic we took before taking Kross to the fall festival on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/SQnz-C0DYGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6z3PqamC5H4/s1600-h/IMG_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263005886791770210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/SQnz-C0DYGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6z3PqamC5H4/s320/IMG_0433.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/7708029299610626879-7950985028784694393?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/7950985028784694393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=7950985028784694393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7950985028784694393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7950985028784694393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/SQnz-C0DYGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6z3PqamC5H4/s72-c/IMG_0433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-3756021646617657787</id><published>2008-10-20T09:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:46:24.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow</title><content type='html'>Our preacher started a series yesterday called &lt;em&gt;Follow&lt;/em&gt;. To be honest, it really made me think. He preached about how many people follow Jesus because of His &lt;em&gt;works&lt;/em&gt; rather than His &lt;em&gt;worth&lt;/em&gt;. They believe in God because they think it’s a guarantee to go to Heaven. You’ve heard it before… “If you died today, are you 100% sure you would go to Heaven?” Of course, this isn’t a bad question, but it can also mislead non-believers. They accept Jesus and instead of truly &lt;em&gt;following&lt;/em&gt; Him, they just &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; in Him. It’s like their “get out of hell” card. They want and expect all the benefits Christ has to offer and when they don’t obtain these benefits, they become disappointed and wonder away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is this: If you follow God because of His &lt;em&gt;works&lt;/em&gt;, you may be disappointed. God works on His own watch, not ours. Instead, follow Him for who He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; and the benefits will follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-3756021646617657787?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/3756021646617657787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=3756021646617657787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3756021646617657787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3756021646617657787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow.html' title='Follow'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-2310102550899382086</id><published>2008-10-14T09:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:33:43.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>List 7 weird facts about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1). I hate milk, but I put it in cereal. This is the only time I consume it.&lt;br /&gt;2). I used to hate mushrooms until I got pregnant. Now I like them.&lt;br /&gt;3). I'm claustrophobic... if I'm in a small, confined area, I panic.&lt;br /&gt;4). I can't pretend to like someone if I don't. That's being fake and I don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;5). I'm actually kind of shy. It takes me a while to warm up to someone.&lt;br /&gt;6). I'm very neat and organized. Clutter drives me nuts! If I don't use it, I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;7). I am terrified of spiders.  Terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-2310102550899382086?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/2310102550899382086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=2310102550899382086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/2310102550899382086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/2310102550899382086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-768778410767865611</id><published>2008-10-13T13:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:49:20.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor guy</title><content type='html'>My poor husband had a rough night last night. We went to bed between 9 and 10pm, which is pretty normal :) Wes was on-call... so around 11pm, the phone rings informing him that there's been a wreck outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heavener&lt;/span&gt;. He gets up, puts his uniform on and is out the door in minutes. He came back home around 4am and then had to get up at 6am to get ready for work! Poor guy hasn't even complained! Unfortunately, he's on-call again tonight, but hopefully nothing will happen and he will get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-768778410767865611?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/768778410767865611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=768778410767865611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/768778410767865611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/768778410767865611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-poor-husband-had-rough-night-last.html' title='Poor guy'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-8137567939703750512</id><published>2008-10-11T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:33:01.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while, but you shouldn't be surprised :)  Wes is at work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; is asleep so there's nothing better to do that update my blog!   I wish I had the time to post at least once a week or so, but life happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post... in March, a lot has happened.  Wes is officially a trooper!  That is the most exciting news I have!  He loves his job and I am so happy that he is doing what he's always wanted to do.  His hours aren't too bad.  Actually, he's home every night throughout the week.  He works late on the weekends, but that's okay.  It works for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; is growing up so fast.  He is at the "terrible two" stage now even though he's not two yet!  I wish someone would have written a book on this stage.  Whew!  He tests my patience daily, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-8137567939703750512?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/8137567939703750512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=8137567939703750512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8137567939703750512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8137567939703750512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-8919904167044553339</id><published>2008-03-12T20:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:59:02.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Sunday</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures that were taken on Sunday right before Wes had to report back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/R9iJXfFJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1zAyhYk-u8U/s1600-h/ohp+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177038808235506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/R9iJXfFJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1zAyhYk-u8U/s320/ohp+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177039585624586946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/R9iKEvFJ-sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ceFDFp4RrnA/s320/ohp+002.jpg" border="0" /&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/7708029299610626879-8919904167044553339?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/8919904167044553339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=8919904167044553339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8919904167044553339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8919904167044553339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-from-sunday.html' title='Pictures from Sunday'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/R9iJXfFJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1zAyhYk-u8U/s72-c/ohp+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-7620715628734147346</id><published>2008-03-12T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:22:34.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>I received two letters from Wes today. Since I don't get to see him or talk to him, this is our only way to communicate in between our Sunday visits. He mentioned some of the things he is going through right now (which I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy), but he seems to be doing okay. These letters gave me a peace of mind... just knowing that he's still giving it his all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-7620715628734147346?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/7620715628734147346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=7620715628734147346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7620715628734147346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7620715628734147346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-received-two-letters-from-wes-today.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-3661130693113677315</id><published>2008-03-09T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:32:35.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Visit</title><content type='html'>We just got back from OKC.  What a trip!  Our visit with Wes went well.  It was emotional, but that's expected.  Kross went right to him, which I knew he would.  Wes wasn't as positive as he was last Sunday.  He said that this past week "broke him."  Hopefully it will get better soon.  He has received numerous letters/cards from friends and family and he said those really help him get through the bad times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to cut this post short, but my child woke up at 4:48am and I haven't been to sleep since.  Losing an hour of sleep didn't help matters either.  I'm going to unpack, take a shower and go to bed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-3661130693113677315?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/3661130693113677315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=3661130693113677315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3661130693113677315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3661130693113677315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-visit.html' title='Today&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-7437419532667563198</id><published>2008-03-07T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:20:22.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>Here's a link to a video that portrays my feelings these days.  It's a little depressing, but I love the song and I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otMB3WVQNVg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otMB3WVQNVg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-7437419532667563198?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/7437419532667563198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=7437419532667563198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7437419532667563198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7437419532667563198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-571230535672559109</id><published>2008-03-07T21:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:40:05.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read that title correctly... I'm back to blogging. It's only been a little over four months :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to blog about everything that has happened in the past four months. That's a lot to cover. We had the holidays, New Year's resolutions, answered prayers, and we found a babysitter. That's about it in a nutshell. The details will take me all night and it's already past my bedtime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to mention that Wes is attending the 58th OHP Academy. He left last Friday, February 29th. Sixty people were accepted, 57 showed up, and 1 left after registration. I got to visit Wes for three hours on Sunday, which I am ever so thankful for. When the cadets were released on Sunday, the Academy total was down to 51. This is a very stressful and physical environment, so please keep Wes in your prayers. I know it's not easy, but he's staying strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kross and I are doing fine. We are driving to OKC tomorrow and we will get to see Wes on Sunday morning. I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; wait! Every time I mention daddy to Kross, he looks at the door. I can't wait to see his reaction when he sees him Sunday. I'm sure he will be excited. Why does it seem like the week creeps by when you have something to look forward to? Not fair. I do get extremely lonely in the evenings, especially after I put Kross to bed. I have been keeping myself busy though... cleaning out the refrigerator, cleaning closets, dresser drawers, etc. Next week I plan to clean my blinds :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-571230535672559109?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/571230535672559109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=571230535672559109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/571230535672559109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/571230535672559109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-7354044002247698756</id><published>2007-11-01T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:22:03.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (late) Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the Odoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/Ryngu6AJgiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eqr1F5CwpXY/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127876747186504226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/Ryngu6AJgiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eqr1F5CwpXY/s320/Halloween+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RyngK6AJghI/AAAAAAAAAFM/l0nKEs8ACwc/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127876128711213586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RyngK6AJghI/AAAAAAAAAFM/l0nKEs8ACwc/s320/Halloween+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127875733574222322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/Rynfz6AJgfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/A8Wg8rEPs6k/s320/Halloween+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-7354044002247698756?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/7354044002247698756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=7354044002247698756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7354044002247698756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/7354044002247698756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-late-halloween.html' title='Happy (late) Halloween'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/Ryngu6AJgiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eqr1F5CwpXY/s72-c/Halloween+2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-8087076862708944509</id><published>2007-10-28T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:04:04.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't even know where to begin so I'm just going to start rambling off the latest things that have occurred in the Odom household...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1). Kross is almost crawling! Well, I guess he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; crawling... he just has a weird way of doing it. He gets up on all fours and then does a little hop and pulls his knees closer to his arms. I'm sure he'll figure out the "faster" way eventually and I will be chasing after him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2). Kross can clap his hands now, too. He has this toy alligator that sings if you squeeze him. Kross will bite him (he hasn't quite figured out that he can use his hands to make him sing) and when the music starts he will clap his hands. We all clap our hands with him and he just loves that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3). Wes and I went to OKC last week so he could take his MMPI test. Don't ask me what those letters mean. All I know is that it is some sort of 550-question psychological test. Anyways, we go back on Nov 9th and Wes will meet with a psychiatrist to discuss his results. He will also have a complete physical, orthopedic exam, and vision screening. Whew! That wears me out just thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4). When we went to OKC on Thursday, the OHP discussed the Academy with the applicants. Wes will be gone for 17 weeks... leaves Feb 29th and returns June 27th. He will not have any contact with us for the first 4-5 weeks. That means no phone calls or email. Nothing. However, all of the spouses will receive updates on what their significant other is going through. They told us that during the Academy, the cadets will not know anything that is going on in the outside world. I may get an email one day telling me that I can come see him for two hours on a Sunday and Wes will know nothing about it. It will be a surprise each time we visit him, especially in the beginning. We watched a video from a previous Academy and let me tell you... no one could pay me to go through that. Too much yelling. Not enough sleep. Physically too demanding. Just not my cup of tea. I think the video made Wes want it more, especially when it showed the graduation and I know that he will make it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5). That's about it :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-8087076862708944509?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/8087076862708944509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=8087076862708944509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8087076862708944509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8087076862708944509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-even-know-where-to-begin-so-im.html' title='Just Rambling'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-495168448908034847</id><published>2007-10-07T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:52:15.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The OHP called...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and offered Wes a position!  They called him on Friday afternoon and said that he has been accepted.  He goes to OKC on Thursday for his polygraph test.  Keep in mind that he must pass ALL tests before he can go to the Academy.  Thank you all for your continued prayers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On another note... Kross is getting two more teeth!  His top two teeth are beginning to poke through his gums.  I can't believe that he has four teeth and he's not even seven months old!  He will look so different.  He won't even look like a baby anymore :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorry this is a short post.  I have a lot I need to get done around here before I go to bed.  Hope everyone had a good weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-495168448908034847?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/495168448908034847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=495168448908034847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/495168448908034847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/495168448908034847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/10/ohp-called.html' title='The OHP called...'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-6920063801968882576</id><published>2007-09-15T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:24:18.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes was selected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before everyone thinks he's now a highway patrolman, let me clarify. He was &lt;em&gt;selected. &lt;/em&gt;He has not been &lt;em&gt;accepted... &lt;/em&gt;yet :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The OHP called Wes yesterday and said that he made it through the selection process! He has an executive interview on Thursday in OKC where he will meet the Commissioner and Chief of Patrol.  If offered a position in the Academy, he will be scheduled for the following tests: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Polygraph test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Written psychological test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vision test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Psychological interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Complete physical exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Orthopedic exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acceptance into the Academy is contingent upon successful completion of all tests.  I'll let everyone know how his interview goes on Thursday.  Please keep him in your prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-6920063801968882576?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/6920063801968882576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=6920063801968882576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6920063801968882576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6920063801968882576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/09/wes-was-selected.html' title='Wes was selected!'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-5542264567400744073</id><published>2007-09-06T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:30:44.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we've all been waiting for!  This month we will find out if Wes will be accepted to the Oklahoma Highway Patrol.  Naturally, Wes' nerves are on edge.  For those of you who know him, you know he's already a worry-wart so you can imagine!  We are keeping our fingers crossed that everything turns out to his advantage.  Everyone tells us that they know he will get accepted, but it's not as easy as it sounds.  There were hundreds of applicants and they are only accepting around 75 people to attend the Academy.  I am fully confident in Wes, but no one can control how the Chief selects his troopers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please keep us in your prayers this month.  I will let everyone know when we receive a letter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-5542264567400744073?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/5542264567400744073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=5542264567400744073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/5542264567400744073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/5542264567400744073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-month.html' title='This is the month...'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-573917844801491940</id><published>2007-08-30T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:00:05.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend, Amy, brought a magazine to work yesterday to show me a hair color she is going to get this fall.  As I was thumbing through it, I came across an adorable hairstyle.  I asked Amy if she liked it and she said, "Yeah, I think you should get your hair cut like that!"  Of course, I had to ask everyone in my office their opinion because that's just the way I am about those kinds of things.  Everyone agreed that I should give it a shot.  It's a little shorter than I'm used to, but I am really considering it.  I'm just so afraid that I will hate it and then I will have to wait a really long time for it to grow back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, around 4pm or so Wes came to Kelworth because he locked his keys in his truck and he needed mine.  When he came in, I held up the picture in the magazine and asked him if he liked it.  Wes... a man of few words... looked at it in disgust and said no.  I asked him what he didn't like about it and he said, "I just don't like it."  Good reason, huh?  So, I don't know if I'm going to go through with it or not.  I guess we'll wait and see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-573917844801491940?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/573917844801491940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=573917844801491940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/573917844801491940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/573917844801491940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-do.html' title='New do?'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-171935292840212465</id><published>2007-08-26T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:09:47.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some pictures that I took of Kross this afternoon. I tried to get a close-up so you can see his teeth, but I guess I didn't zoom in enough :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103105587801360290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RtHffqQ2B6I/AAAAAAAAABM/RwTOiV2PVME/s320/Kross+on+bed+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RtHfJ6Q2B5I/AAAAAAAAABE/FJHzE5y8F5Q/s1600-h/Kross+on+bed+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103105214139205522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RtHfJ6Q2B5I/AAAAAAAAABE/FJHzE5y8F5Q/s320/Kross+on+bed+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-171935292840212465?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/171935292840212465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=171935292840212465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/171935292840212465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/171935292840212465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/08/latest-pics.html' title='Latest pics'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RtHffqQ2B6I/AAAAAAAAABM/RwTOiV2PVME/s72-c/Kross+on+bed+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-6120067815640405760</id><published>2007-08-18T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:24:35.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking, Rolling and Teething</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kross starting saying Dada this week. It is so sweet! He constantly says it over and over. The other day, Wes was giving me a hard time because Kross kept "talking about him." As Wes was going on and on about Kross saying his name first, Kross yelled "Dada" as if he was trying to tell him something. Wes shook his head and said, "I know, son. I know." Then he just looked at me as though they had something going on and I wasn't supposed to know. Eat it up, Babe. Eat it up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kross also learned how to roll over from his back to his stomach last night. He couldn't completely figure out what he had done because he kept trapping his arm underneath his belly and it was making him mad. I'm sure he will figure it out in a matter of time and then he will be rolling all over the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah... I forgot to mention that Kross also has two teeth! Yes... TWO! They are the middle bottom two. It seems really early to already have some teeth, but he does. I seriously can't believe how fast that little booger has changed. Before I know it, he will have a mouth full of teeth and be saying Mama ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-6120067815640405760?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/6120067815640405760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=6120067815640405760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6120067815640405760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6120067815640405760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/08/talking-rolling-and-teething.html' title='Talking, Rolling and Teething'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-1657459976578777061</id><published>2007-08-02T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:56:39.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember when I was pregnant, people would try to describe to me a mother's love. They would say there is no love deeper than that of a mother. Sure, I believed it... but it was also something that I knew I would have to experience in order to fully understand. I now know what it &lt;em&gt;feels&lt;/em&gt; like. It's a feeling beyond explanation... and I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~Rajneesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-1657459976578777061?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/1657459976578777061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=1657459976578777061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1657459976578777061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1657459976578777061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/08/motherly-love.html' title='Motherly Love'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-1738728187738357485</id><published>2007-07-28T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:13:37.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he getting big or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay... so I'm a little bored. My second post in what... 5 minutes? Well, Wes is out fighting a fire and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; is asleep, so why not??? Actually I just wanted to post this picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt;. This was taken last Sunday after church. He's looks like such a big boy! We cleaned out his closet today and we couldn't believe that he actually fit into some of those clothes! We don't see how drastically he changes because we're around him everyday. It's just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092450988502636658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RqwFMW3JWHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sF2AgTFW_Sw/s320/Kross+7-15+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-1738728187738357485?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/1738728187738357485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=1738728187738357485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1738728187738357485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1738728187738357485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-he-getting-big-or-what.html' title='Is he getting big or what?'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RqwFMW3JWHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sF2AgTFW_Sw/s72-c/Kross+7-15+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-8884108667090584594</id><published>2007-07-28T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:57:28.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So much has gone on since my last update. Where should I begin? Wes and I had an "in-house" interview with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHP&lt;/span&gt; last night. He asked a lot of tough questions, but we made it through. My questions were somewhat difficult... "What are your opinions about this profession?" "How would you feel if your spouse was killed in the line of duty?" "How do you feel about your spouse pursuing a career in this profession?" These are just a few examples, but I am confident that I did fine. I was open and honest and that's all that matters. In the meantime, please say an extra prayer for Wes. This in-house interview is just one of the many steps they take before he can get accepted. If they call him back for another interview, he will have to have a polygraph, a physical exam, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; exam, plus a few other things before he can get accepted into the Academy. Your prayers will be greatly appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We tried taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; to daycare last Monday and it didn't work out. The babysitter called me at work around 1pm and said that I should probably come get him because he wouldn't stop crying. I had to leave work for a little while while my mother-in-law rushed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Poteau&lt;/span&gt; from Fort Smith to watch him (Thanks, Janey). Naturally, once we got him home, he was all smiles :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We killed a brown recluse in our closet the other day. For those of you who know me, you know that I am TERRIFIED of spiders. I seriously have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arachnophobia&lt;/span&gt;! I went in the closet to hang up some clothes and there he was... running across the floor! I knew immediately he was a brown recluse because Wes made me watch some documentary a few weeks ago about spiders. I guess he thought that would make me less afraid of them! Anyways, I "stepped" on him but I wouldn't step hard enough to kill him. I guess I was afraid he would bite through my shoe and instantly inject his poison into my foot. So, I started yelling for Wes to come in the closet. He came in there (seemed like 5 minutes later) and asked why I was screaming. I was like, "I'm going to raise up my foot. There is a brown recluse under it. I repeat, a &lt;em&gt;poisonous&lt;/em&gt; brown recluse spider is under my foot. You need to step on it when I lift up my foot." (I am laughing as I'm typing this because Wes didn't have on any shoes). He said, "Just go ahead a kill it while your foot is on it!" (I know, people, that would have been the logical thing to do, but I was too scared) So I raised up my foot and that huge spider started to run away. In the meantime, I'm running out of the closet, sweating bullets, feeling nauseated, AND shaking like a leaf. Wes is on his hands and knees trying to kill it with a shoe and succeeds! I am so happy that was easy :-) I couldn't sleep a wink that night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; started crying around 5am for his pacifier, but I was too scared to put my feet on the floor in the dark, so I woke Wes up out of a deep sleep to go get it. I know... I have an illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Dad and step-mom came to town today to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt;. We had a good visit. They stayed for about 3 hours and then headed back to Durant. I'm happy I got to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah... I almost forgot to mention that I had strep throat a week ago, but I am fully recovered. I hope I never get that mess again!!! Well, enough rambling for now. I'll try to update more frequently so that my next post won't be as long :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-8884108667090584594?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/8884108667090584594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=8884108667090584594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8884108667090584594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/8884108667090584594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/07/latest.html' title='The Latest...'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-2371312530857084054</id><published>2007-07-08T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:58:42.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, have I mentioned that I have the best baby in the world? Of course, I'm partial... but I do think he’s just &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;. He was in the best mood all weekend. He’s cooing out loud more and more and it just melts my heart. Every time I look at him, he starts smiling. Every time I hold him, he’s content just being in my arms. Oh, and he LOVES to sing the “Wheels on the Bus.” He may not understand the words, but the tune of that song instantly calms him. He just smiles and laughs every time I sing it to him. I just love that boy so much… my little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes and I got to go on a date this weekend! How exciting is that?!?! We went out to eat and then bought some books for Kross. We also bought some plants for our flower beds. I know... we are so romantic :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kross was supposed to start going to daycare tomorrow, but the babysitter has strep-throat… so we have a minor change of plans. Ashley (my brother-in-law’s girlfriend) is actually going to come over to our house and keep him until 2pm and then my mother-in-law will take over until Wes gets home. I must say, that I am kind of happy it has worked out this way… I was sure dreading dropping him off at daycare tomorrow :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just thought I would take a minute to update my blog. Hope everyone had a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-2371312530857084054?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/2371312530857084054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=2371312530857084054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/2371312530857084054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/2371312530857084054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-have-i-mentioned-that-i-have-best.html' title='Just Rambling'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-1646555502434506711</id><published>2007-06-27T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:22:44.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pacifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My in-laws are going out of town tomorrow. They won't be back until late Monday night :-( Wes is taking off tomorrow to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; and my other mother-in-law will keep him Friday and Monday. I am praying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; will be okay with the transition. He is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;routined&lt;/span&gt; baby, so we're hoping he doesn't mind getting out of his routine for a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We went out to eat with Bob and Janey (my in-laws) tonight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt; was SO GOOD. He sat in his carrier for most of the meal. He started fussing at the very end so I just held him while I finished eating. He just sat in my lap and patiently waited while I ate. As I've said before, I am so lucky to have such a sweet baby :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had to post this picture that I took tonight. Gizmo somehow got one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kross&lt;/span&gt;' pacifiers and he carried it around forever. He didn't want to let it go when we tried to take it away from him. It was so funny! Dogs... you gotta love 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080932807837926530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RoMZeALOxII/AAAAAAAAAAs/RDBCcmzFjbg/s320/Gizmo+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-1646555502434506711?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/1646555502434506711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=1646555502434506711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1646555502434506711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/1646555502434506711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/06/pacifier.html' title='The Pacifier'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RoMZeALOxII/AAAAAAAAAAs/RDBCcmzFjbg/s72-c/Gizmo+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-2755963685698568116</id><published>2007-06-24T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:09:27.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kross slept during church today so we didn't have to take him to the nursery.  That was the first time he has done that... he usually starts crying right when the music starts :-)  We had a cookout at my mother-in-law's after church and that was pretty fun.  Wes' brother came to town this weekend, so we got to spend some time with him.  We were supposed to go back over there this evening for some homemade ice cream, but we didn't have time :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend, Brooke, came over after we got home this afternoon.  She measured and weighed Kross while she was here.  She works for the Health Department and she makes home visits for those who can't afford insurance, so she actually had the scales and measuring chart in her car!  That was convenient considering Kross' next doctor's appointment isn't until late July!  He weighs 15 lbs 5.5 oz.  He's gained nearly two pounds in one month!  He measured 26 1/4 inches long, so he only gained 1/4 of an inch in length, but he's still a pretty big boy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-2755963685698568116?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/2755963685698568116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=2755963685698568116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/2755963685698568116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/2755963685698568116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-sunday.html' title='Our Sunday'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-533508811202103717</id><published>2007-06-21T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:45:46.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a Monday!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's what my co-worker, John, says every time you ask him how he's doing. The thing is... I can actually relate! I don't know why, but this week has not been my week. Maybe it's the weather... it has rained everyday... just when you think it will be a sunny day, here comes the rain. I've also had a lot on my mind, but I won't bore you with that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wes is at fire duty tonight. I just gave Kross his bath and put him to bed. He is such a good baby. We went for a walk tonight, but we got to the stop sign and Kross was ready to come home! That lasted an entire three minutes :-) He doesn't care for the outdoors much, but I'm sure that will change in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I don't have much to post... nothing new to report. I've posted a picture that my mother-in-law took today. Kross had just woken up, so he looks a little sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RnsotznpaRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n2xn24NYD-A/s1600-h/kross010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078697772206090514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RnsotznpaRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n2xn24NYD-A/s320/kross010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-533508811202103717?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/533508811202103717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=533508811202103717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/533508811202103717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/533508811202103717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-monday.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a Monday!&quot;'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UtzLPbgBTd0/RnsotznpaRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n2xn24NYD-A/s72-c/kross010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-6497705922430972670</id><published>2007-06-16T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:26:19.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is Kross' three-month birthday. Wow... it has gone by SO FAST. I just can't believe how much he's learned in the short time he's been here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past week, Kross learned how to spit. Not that he necessarily knows what he's doing, but he knows he's making some kind of new noise... and he likes it. It is so funny! Of course, he makes a mess, but it's just too cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He's also become quite vocal in the last few days. He will talk or laugh out loud and scare himself. Once he realizes he's the one making that unusual noise, he will get louder and louder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He's beginning to like his carseat. 'Like' may be a strong word... tolerate is more like it. I think it's because he's learned how to play with his toys and he can now keep himself entertained. This is a great achievement in our book. We used to hate taking him anywhere because once we got there, we had the worst headaches ever. Trust me... that boy will let you know when he's not happy. Speaking of... I think he's tired of swinging in his swing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-6497705922430972670?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/6497705922430972670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=6497705922430972670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6497705922430972670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/6497705922430972670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/06/three-months-old.html' title='Three months old...'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708029299610626879.post-3905036453244188376</id><published>2007-06-14T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:55:10.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an attempt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to begin blogging. I have friends who are addicted to this, so I thought I would give it a shot. Not that I'm wanting to develop an addiction, but I think it would be fun to have something to do in the little spare time that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708029299610626879-3905036453244188376?l=kacyodom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/feeds/3905036453244188376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708029299610626879&amp;postID=3905036453244188376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3905036453244188376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708029299610626879/posts/default/3905036453244188376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kacyodom.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-attempt.html' title='This is an attempt...'/><author><name>Kacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584901576349039869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
