<?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-4759510951816677408</id><updated>2011-08-08T06:11:01.238-07:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='dress up'/><category term='injuries'/><category term='future jobs'/><category term='gym classes'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='bath time'/><category term='gerbils'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='posts with photos'/><category term='video'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='stories'/><category term='only a boy'/><category term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Life of Crazy Kadan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759510951816677408.post-4660258485417491999</id><published>2011-03-26T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:45:18.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kylee &amp; the Birthday Party...</title><content type='html'>Kadan's been to a birthday party before, but it's always been our friends' child or a relative's child. He came home a couple weeks ago from school with an invite to his first birthday party that wasn't through family or mom/dad's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was insanely excited, and we were excited for him, and we had to laugh of course... since the invite was for a little girl named Kylee... who also happens to be Kadan's first kiss (which occured during the first week of kindergarten!! ahh!!! it's gonna be a long 12 years....)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured, well... at least the kid knows how to score an invite to a party, right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we went to the score and after much deliberating (he had a hard time deciding what a girl might like) he picked out a lovely Belle Ballerina barbie doll. (note: it was a sign how I have been deprived of a daughter that I was itching to open the box and play with her all evening... trucks and superheroes are fun, too... but gotta say I miss playing with pretty barbies... *tear*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped her up and Kadan signed his name on a little card and headed out to the party today around noon. It was at this SUPER cool gymnastic center with all sorts of cool slides and trampolines and mats and tumbling gear and a ZIP LINE (I know, RIGHT?!?!?) and a pit filled with big foam cubes. While the kids were playing I got to meet Kadan's hypothetical mother-in-law (hey... sometimes first loves last LOL). I introduced myself and she said, "Oh, Kylee talks about Kadan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the time!!" I said, "Did you hear about the first week of school kiss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee's Mom, "OH yeah! She came home from school and said, 'Mom I think Kadan likes me... he gave me a KISS!!!' and she's been talking about him ever since!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh, especially after I told her what Kadan said when he came home that day, " '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;-om... I kissed a GIRL today!'... 'What?!?! You're 5!!! What was her name?'... 'I don't know, but she was cute!!'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go I told Kadan he needed to go tell Kylee 'Happy Birthday' and 'Thanks for inviting me to your party' and he was instantly all sorts of nervous and shy. I was like, "You can kiss the girl, but you can't talk to her?! Come on, you'll be just fine." And I led him over and he said the words quick, but she said thanks and then the 'trauma' was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny to be how early it starts. Though I admit we've brought it up a few times to tease him just a bit... we did talk about how it's okay to have friends that are girls, and it's okay to think they're cute, and even a hug once in awhile is okay... but best leave the kissing for when you're older. They really do learn so much from watching parents, aunts/uncles, etc, interact. I want to say, "No! I never encouraged him to kiss a girl at school!" But I really can't. He sees me kiss his dad. He's watched several aunts/uncles dating and getting married. Boy-meets-girl-story-ends-with-a-kiss is on all sorts of cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really tried to act non-chalant about the situation so he wouldn't be embarrassed... but I must admit I understand why parents can't help the teasing their kids here and there about the opposite sex. It's really just too cute and funny. Especially when in the car on the way home I said to Kadan, "So.... Kylee told her mom about you kissing her... and Kylee said she thinks you like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I do like her. She's pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is a cute girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, maybe she'll be my girlfriend someday. Someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me snickering in the front seat trying my hardest not to let him see as this was of course a very 'serious' comment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-4660258485417491999?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4660258485417491999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=4660258485417491999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4660258485417491999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4660258485417491999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2011/03/kylee-birthday-party.html' title='Kylee &amp; the Birthday Party...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-4325922609159897586</id><published>2010-11-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:13:01.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Blues</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.... my first born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert big sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little bit tricky. I'm pretty sure God gave him to me so that I would be prepared for my chosen profession. Because if I can figure out Kadan.... I can figure out ANY kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a bad kid. He's actually pretty smart and a SUPER big help (when he wants to be) around the house and with his little brothers. He was an EXCELLENT choice for a big brother (not that *I* chose.... but someone 'upstairs' did I guess!). He loves babies and enjoys caring for them and helping them and making them smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is he's so dang independent and OCD that if what he's expecting or counting on doesn't happen or things aren't 'just so' or if he feels overwhelmed or too stressed he kind of falls to pieces and gets SUPER frustrated and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're having some issues with school. Which in turn creates issues at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a work in progress. He likes school.... and his friends.... and learning.... but having all-day kindergarten is a little much for him sometimes. I really wish they wouldn't have done it like that. I think he would have done really well with just half day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens for a caring teacher though! She calls me often so we can talk about how he did and how to help him more. I'm grateful she is so willing to try to understand his personality and learn the best way to help him!  Thank you Mrs. Jensen!!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-4325922609159897586?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4325922609159897586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=4325922609159897586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4325922609159897586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4325922609159897586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2010/11/kindergarten-blues.html' title='Kindergarten Blues'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-6130739857957435022</id><published>2010-07-17T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:18:47.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><title type='text'>My Future Astronaut</title><content type='html'>Kadan has quite a few future dreams jobs at this point in his life. Tonight, he decided he would go to space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started off asking me about the moon growing and shrinking. I did my best to explain about how everything turns and the sun shining on the moon and leaving part in a shaddow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Woah... that's weird. Is it just magic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Well-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Or is it scientist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, : )  "Yes it's science."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Hmm. HEY! We should talk to a space people about it. Do they know about the moon stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Yes, they know all about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "When I go to space, then I'll know more about it. AND then I can come back and tell you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "That's a good idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "When I'm up there I can send you a letter, k, mom?... If I can... then I will. If I can't... well, I'll let ya know, k?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Okay, sounds good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-6130739857957435022?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/6130739857957435022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=6130739857957435022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/6130739857957435022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/6130739857957435022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-future-astronaut.html' title='My Future Astronaut'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-1469178359756479251</id><published>2010-02-10T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:58:56.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>How Babies Are Made...</title><content type='html'>Kadan knows quite a lot about how babies grow inside their mom's belly's and how babies come out (via c-section, as that's all I've had). The rest of his knowledge is comprised of the following basics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heavenly Father &amp;amp; Jesus made the whole world and everything on it. People start out in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;*Then people come to earth and grow inside their mommies bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not explained the biological facts that come in between those two events. He's not quite 5. Understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day while we were talking about the baby and he was feeling his new brother kick, this was our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kadan, "Mom, how does Jesus make all the people?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me, "Hmmm, I don't really know. That's a good question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kadan, "I think it's probably kinda like a puzzle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me, "I bet your right. It probably is a bit like a puzzle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kadan, "Yeah... and he puts all the pieces together like (imitates building something) doo... doo... doo... and then he puts the spirit inside and then just zips it right up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me, "Well, yeah! That would be a really good way for Him to make people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kadan, "Yeah.... cuz I was thinking about that..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it how he'll take bits of information that he knows and try to fit it all together, and then he explains to me his 'theories'.  : )   Please note... my son did NOT ask me how a baby first gets into my belly. When he is older and asks this, I will of course explain the biologics (word? hmm) of it all... and even if he were to ask such questions now I would try to give him an age appropriate answer. But for the question that he actually asked... I quite like his answer. I have no idea how the Lord made everything... but I think I may go with his answer until the day when I learn the details of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it together like a puzzle... insert spirit... zip it up... mortal world here we come!  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-1469178359756479251?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1469178359756479251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=1469178359756479251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1469178359756479251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1469178359756479251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-babies-are-made.html' title='How Babies Are Made...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-2100126436964795472</id><published>2010-02-01T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:17:58.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>Where we live...</title><content type='html'>While playing with a new dinosaur/caveman set from Grandpa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, played by Kadan, "Hi, friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caveman, played by Blaine, "Hi. This is my house. Where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, "I live at norf... 'A'... avenue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caveman, "Norf A avenue?" (trying not to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, "Yup. That's my house." then in a whisper, "Daddy... that's like where WE live, remember? That's where. I know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not going to post our ACTUAL address (what Kadan was 'remembering'), but it is somewhat close to where his dinosaur was living. (example: norf = north)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-2100126436964795472?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2100126436964795472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=2100126436964795472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2100126436964795472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2100126436964795472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-we-live.html' title='Where we live...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-5896251690090432639</id><published>2010-01-22T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:31:46.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>the... "truth"?  LOL</title><content type='html'>So I'm doing some homework online and a picture of a very old house shows up on the side panel of one of the websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan comes over and asks, "Hey... what's that Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "It's a house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, in a voice very much like an interrogator, "What?!?... hey, tell me the truth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Um..." LOL "Okay. It's a... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-5896251690090432639?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5896251690090432639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=5896251690090432639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5896251690090432639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5896251690090432639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-lol.html' title='the... &quot;truth&quot;?  LOL'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-5217157842210733431</id><published>2010-01-20T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:26:17.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>A simple request...</title><content type='html'>"Mom? Can I have something to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you can. What would you like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... I don't know... like... something edible?" (no sarcasm... this was a genuine idea he had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Edible? Okay. Yeah, that's a good idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-5217157842210733431?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5217157842210733431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=5217157842210733431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5217157842210733431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5217157842210733431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-request.html' title='A simple request...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-8036580658985572587</id><published>2010-01-01T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:50:14.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>Stories &amp; Somersaults</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e67596d71d480020" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De67596d71d480020%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331227477%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D726F6A1FD3FDFBCE567AE5FAFA2B8B58997E3F51.82FF61E2448509A6A29566918E18984152F5A6AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De67596d71d480020%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgUcwAKGFZvOGBlBCVxmd59LeIpA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De67596d71d480020%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331227477%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D726F6A1FD3FDFBCE567AE5FAFA2B8B58997E3F51.82FF61E2448509A6A29566918E18984152F5A6AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De67596d71d480020%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgUcwAKGFZvOGBlBCVxmd59LeIpA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid LOVES telling little stories. Sometimes they get way long and detailed. I wanted to capture a couple on video, but both these are a little shorter than usual, but still cute.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got such a great little imagination. It's so fun to watch him play and see the little stories he comes up with for the little characters/toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-8036580658985572587?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8036580658985572587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=8036580658985572587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8036580658985572587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8036580658985572587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2010/01/stories-somersaults.html' title='Stories &amp; Somersaults'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-1807779795959411471</id><published>2009-12-11T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:00:41.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "I love you Kadan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Love you, too, Mom... AND... I love the baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "You DO? You love your baby brother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Yeah! And I get to hold him first, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Well, remember the deal was you get to hold him first after mommy and daddy and the doctors and nurses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, offended, "What?! Why? I want to be first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Well, cuz remember kids can't come into the operating room. So they'll get the baby out and get him all washed off and clean and they'll check his heartbeat and see how big he is, and then we'll come into the regular hospital room, where you can be waiting with Grandma and THEN you get to hold him first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, thinking about it... "Hmmm. Okay. But when I am big like a Daddy then you and my wife can be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Sure, I'll be there when you have a baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "But... when I get married you can't be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "What?!? Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "OH-kay. You can if you want to, mom. You want to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Yes! I want to be there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Okay, you can. Hmm... I think I'm going to marry a different girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Yeah? You think so?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Yeah... I think I'm gonna marry... remember that girl in the picture?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (about a year ago I bought a picture frame with a temporary picture of ablack &amp;amp; white picture of a little girl in it. I took it out to throw it away and Kadan freaked out and said, "MOMMY! Don't throw it away!!! That is my WIFE!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Yes, I remember."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Yeah. I think I'm gonna marry her. Cuz she was really pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Okay, that sounds like a good plan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Okay, but when you come you have to put on... (whispers) your wedding dress!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "No silly, only the bride wears a wedding dress. YOUR wife will where the wedding dress. All the other girls just where regular dresses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Well, okay. Just wear a pretty dress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Okay, I will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Like a.... hmm... ooh! Like. a. (whispers) pink &amp;amp; blue one!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "Oh, yeah, that'll be pretty."   : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "But don't tell anyone! Don't tell Daddy or Zacky or the family or Kevin. Cuz it's a surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me, "My pink &amp;amp; blue dress is a surprise?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan,  nodding slowly, "Yeeeaaaaaahhhh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )  I love the conversations we have.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-1807779795959411471?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1807779795959411471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=1807779795959411471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1807779795959411471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1807779795959411471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-i-love-you-kadan.html' title=''/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-7325904872945715649</id><published>2009-12-02T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:34:12.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>Hey mom... one time...</title><content type='html'>I love it when this kid tells me stories of things that have happened in his life. Sometimes its, "Hey, mom, remember when..." Sometimes it's, "No, you weren't there mom. It was a long time ago."  Really? Along time ago during your 4 1/2 years of life during which I was present 99.5% of the time. Yeah, I'm sure your right. I must not have been there.   : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story he told me tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mom! One time, it was summer. We went camping with my Nate &amp;amp; Drew. My... friends...."  (Me, "Your cousins?")  "Yeah, my cousins. And they had this big cay-noh  (Volcano) firework! And went like... BOOOOM!" (actions included) "and it was like WOAAHHHHH and it hurt my eyes just a little bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Woah, that sounds pretty crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Yeah, it was REALLY cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what brings stuff like that to his memory. We weren't talking about it (I don't think we've EVER talked about this particular incident after it actually happened) and there was nothing around to indicate that I know of. Funny how their little minds work. And I LOVE how he tells me about it.  : )   It's always full of expression and gestures.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-7325904872945715649?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7325904872945715649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=7325904872945715649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/7325904872945715649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/7325904872945715649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-mom-one-time.html' title='Hey mom... one time...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-2448166632752278851</id><published>2009-11-17T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:52:29.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>What did you just say?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quietly behind me where Kadan is playing I barely hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oh sh-......" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kadan... what did you say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pauses.... confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;points to the blue on his little globe of the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's the ocean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O-sh-... O-shun... ocean... whew! Glad I only overreacted to that one &lt;/span&gt;inside&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes. You're right. That is the ocean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-2448166632752278851?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2448166632752278851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=2448166632752278851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2448166632752278851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2448166632752278851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-did-you-just-say.html' title='What did you just say?....'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-189672758812051698</id><published>2009-11-12T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:16:04.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym classes'/><title type='text'>BASKETBALL!</title><content type='html'>Kadan LOVES his little classes at the gym. We made the decision not to go for preschool this year. He went to one year of 'actual' preschool when I had our preschool in our home last year. I kept a lot of my materials out of storage and we do different learning activities at home all the time. I just felt that I'd never be happy wherever I put him because I wanted to be the one to teach him preschool. That's what I do! He's a smart little boy and we do enough at home that I am not worried at all about him getting enough of the 'academic' stuff. However... two things I felt were an important part of preschool that he COULDN'T get at home were:  socializing with other kids and learning to listen and follow instructions from a teacher who is NOT your parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gym has a kid's klub that the boys go to and have fun playing with other kids and they even have stories and crafts throughout the day. Then we found out they also have actual kids classes they can go to once they are 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay a set fee per month and he can go to whatever classes he wants that week. He usually goes to 3 45-minute long classes a week (and afterwards goes to play at the kid's klub while I finish my workout). He's been going to swimming, tumbling, and martial arts. Which he LOVES. They recently changed the basketball class to allow 3 &amp;amp; 4 year olds so today was his first day at the basketball class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in HEAVEN! He got to run and be loud and shoot the basketballs into the kid sized hoop. They practiced passing the ball back and forth and at the end they all ran around and played tag. Kadan literally was soaked with sweat and had an ENORMOUS smile on his face afterwards! He just loved it! I have no doubt he will sleep well tonight!   : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-189672758812051698?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/189672758812051698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=189672758812051698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/189672758812051698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/189672758812051698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/11/basketball.html' title='BASKETBALL!'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-4309982863505646265</id><published>2009-10-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:04:52.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>The voicemail I recieved from my Kadan the other day...  (I was in the other room, he called on his dad's phone)</title><content type='html'>"Karrianne... Harris? I mean... Karrianne Foy Harris? I want you a...  message me... um um to call me. Cuz... um... please don't be, um, busy. Cuz I really love you. Because... your so cute like a baby and... and yeah... call me, cuz your not calling me, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down. No contest. My #1 favorite voicemail I've EVER recieved.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-4309982863505646265?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4309982863505646265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=4309982863505646265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4309982863505646265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4309982863505646265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/10/voicemail-i-recieved-from-my-kadan.html' title='The voicemail I recieved from my Kadan the other day...  (I was in the other room, he called on his dad&apos;s phone)'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-383238177154729159</id><published>2009-10-28T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:31:00.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>"Cute Like a Baby"</title><content type='html'>This is Kadan's new phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Goodnight buddy."&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Night mom, you're cute like a baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaine, "See ya later, Kadan, I gotta go to work."&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Bye Dad! You're cute like a baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight he's sitting on the couch watching WonderPets just looking so cute. I smile at him and say, "Hi, sweetie. You're cute like a baby."&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, sighs with a smile and rolls his eyes, "Don't call me that mom."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "But you say that to me!"&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, sighs, "Ohhh-kay. You can call me that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-383238177154729159?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/383238177154729159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=383238177154729159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/383238177154729159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/383238177154729159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/10/cute-like-baby.html' title='&quot;Cute Like a Baby&quot;'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-1025037059354916328</id><published>2009-10-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:29:29.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>Trouble.</title><content type='html'>Me, "Babies! What are you doing?...." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(they're sitting between the door and the end of the couch, where I can't see them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "We're just-... We're-.... Well, we're not-.... We're not REALLY getting into trouble, mom! Just a little bit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Oh, only a little?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Yeah, just a little TEENY bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, at least that's a change from the usual "Nothing!" that I hear. LOL. They were getting into all the winter hats/gloves. They "needed to be Fireman" Kadan told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a few minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Stop wiggling your feet, Zack.... STOP WIGGLING YOUR FEET! I'm TRYING to make you a Fireman! You need boots. Now put your foot right in here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-1025037059354916328?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1025037059354916328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=1025037059354916328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1025037059354916328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1025037059354916328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble.html' title='Trouble.'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-3258688495163170008</id><published>2009-10-08T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:14:56.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posts with photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Bubbles... Bubbles... Bubbles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Ss63nwv0QjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/s8hYEW-pEwE/s1600-h/fun+482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Ss63nwv0QjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/s8hYEW-pEwE/s400/fun+482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390447697737302578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Ss63neQuuWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gwz1tzyO_EY/s1600-h/fun+487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Ss63neQuuWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gwz1tzyO_EY/s400/fun+487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390447692775078242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was AFTER they had splashed down some of the bubbles! Kadan taught Zack how to 'float' on his back in the tub. So they were just laying there relaxing in the bubbles. At first all I could see was their faces, but Kadan wiggled before I could get the picture taken, so his little belly and Zack's shoulder are showing a little. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-3258688495163170008?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/3258688495163170008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=3258688495163170008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/3258688495163170008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/3258688495163170008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/10/bubbles-bubbles-bubbles.html' title='Bubbles... Bubbles... Bubbles...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Ss63nwv0QjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/s8hYEW-pEwE/s72-c/fun+482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759510951816677408.post-4719022242302181318</id><published>2009-10-03T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:05:05.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kadan's Playlist</title><content type='html'>I wanted to talk about the songs that I put on Kadan's blog playlist (all the songs you hear when you pull up his blog):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scooby Doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  We watch scooby doo like... at LEAST 3 times a week. It's a hit for a 4 yr old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getcha Head in the Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  This song is on the first "High School Musical" movie. Kadan has LOVED it for the last few years. You should see him dance to this song! It's SO funny! His little feet just move like CRAZY and then he stops and throws his hands up when the song shouts, "Woooo!" And then his feet go back to this crazy complicated footwork he improvs. Then there's this part he has memorized and like 'acts' out, "Should I go for it? Nah. Better shake this" And he shakes his arms and legs. Funny thing is he was TWO when he first heard the song and started dancing like this to it. TWO! He was like a baby and was dancing around with his fast little feet. What a funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Had a Bad Day&lt;/span&gt;: This song is off the Alvin and the Chipmunk Movie. Another favorite in our home. He thinks the chipmunks are just so dang funny.  : )    He sings along to all the songs and dances around trying to copy the chipmunks moves. We also quote the movie quite a bit:  "Kiss my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;furry&lt;/span&gt; cheeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Batman Theme&lt;/span&gt;:  Need I really say more? He's a boy. He's four. He loves EVERY superhero. He was batman last year for halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firecracker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: He really loves this song. We have it on a cd and he actually requests in when we're riding in the car. He can sing MOST of the words, but it is a little fast. He has NO idea what it's actually about, but he loves the song. It's funny to hear him sing along and dance in his carseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funkytown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Another song off Alvin and the Chipmunks that's one of his favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is by far his FAVORITE superhero of all. We are BIG Spidey fans in this house. : )   I found this version online and thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main Street Electrical Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is kind of an odd song, but it does hold sentimental value for those of us who went to Disneyland back in the day when the Main Street Electrical Parade was still being held at Disneyland. (I think it was brought back &amp;amp; held at California Adventures for a bit.) I have it on cd and we love to dance around to it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicks Dig It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: THIS IS THE THEME SONG FOR MY SON!!! Every word is exactly Kadan. It could have been written especially for my son. I just love it. I laugh and picture Kadan every time I hear this song. For anyone who knows my son, click on this song (left sidebar) to hear it. You, too, will picture my Kadan I am sure! And me and Blaine have no doubt he will continue to live up to this song! It's just his personality completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I spent a long time finding all the songs for his playlist, ones I felt fit him perfectly. I think I created a very good list to represent my little monster.  : )   Sometimes I just click on his blog to listen to all his songs and remember all the wonderful things about my firstborn.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-4719022242302181318?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4719022242302181318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=4719022242302181318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4719022242302181318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4719022242302181318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/10/kadans-playlist.html' title='Kadan&apos;s Playlist'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-4343282887588864133</id><published>2009-09-23T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:33:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Odd Question...</title><content type='html'>Hey, mom! I found a sock! It belongs to you. (in a very anticipating voice) Can I have it?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Why not. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's walking around in one sock. My sock. Well... I suppose now his sock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-4343282887588864133?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4343282887588864133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=4343282887588864133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4343282887588864133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4343282887588864133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-odd-question.html' title='Random Odd Question...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-5261288547031268631</id><published>2009-05-12T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:22:19.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posts with photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Kadan (PHOTOS!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm7s8I6cDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DF0_B8BWX9E/s1600-h/DSC05614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335001614329212978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm7s8I6cDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DF0_B8BWX9E/s400/DSC05614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadan riding the "buckin' bull"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm7snPgayI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PisCbWMS5_I/s1600-h/DSC05565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335001608719723298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm7snPgayI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PisCbWMS5_I/s400/DSC05565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6nnuu5EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y3nToQu7c8Q/s1600-h/DSC05560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335000423439721538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6nnuu5EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y3nToQu7c8Q/s400/DSC05560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yee-haw!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6naWLHTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/S_Z3qZw8TiQ/s1600-h/DSC05416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335000419847052594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6naWLHTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/S_Z3qZw8TiQ/s400/DSC05416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadan got a kid digital camera for his 4th birthday. He loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6nPVOXdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/I-U-ywflmdw/s1600-h/DSC05338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335000416890281426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6nPVOXdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/I-U-ywflmdw/s400/DSC05338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadan's Spiderman birthday cake that I made (I was pretty proud of this one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6m2FccBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hIDGrKPAxI4/s1600-h/DSC05352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335000410113208338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6m2FccBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hIDGrKPAxI4/s400/DSC05352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little boy is FOUR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6ml7rQ2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tOYp73facOk/s1600-h/DSC05128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335000405777269602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm6ml7rQ2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tOYp73facOk/s400/DSC05128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadan and his cousin Ryker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-5261288547031268631?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5261288547031268631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=5261288547031268631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5261288547031268631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5261288547031268631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/05/kadan-photos.html' title='Kadan (PHOTOS!)'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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/_CKsnac-Hl_w/Sgm7s8I6cDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DF0_B8BWX9E/s72-c/DSC05614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759510951816677408.post-1117897477546581138</id><published>2009-04-29T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:46:35.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injuries'/><title type='text'>Absolutely Traumatized...</title><content type='html'>Kadan was in time out in the kitchen on his kid's table chair. Zack was being a pest and knocked the table over. The little metal part on the table hit Kadan's toe just right and cut him (bad, but not too bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was crying and very upset about it all. I was holding him on my lap while he calmed down and this is what he told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;! ...  Mom! (sob sob) I can't hop on this foot anymore! (sob) I really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted to hop on &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;foot! I love hopping on this one! Now I'll never hop on it &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;! (burst into tears again)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're fairly certain he'll survive... I'll ask him tomorrow. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-1117897477546581138?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1117897477546581138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=1117897477546581138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1117897477546581138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/1117897477546581138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2009/04/absolutely-traumatized.html' title='Absolutely Traumatized...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-8916029371920700507</id><published>2008-12-30T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:37:41.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Messy Brotherly Love...</title><content type='html'>So the boys decided to "help" me go through some of the stuff in the office today... stuff I had already started to organize on top of the table in there... yeah... I walk in to see them both sitting on top of the card table I have set up in there for various projects. Yup... sitting there going through everything... throwing it on the floor if it's not interesting enough. Kadan was mostly just looking through everything, Zack was doing most of the throwing. And before Kadan saw me, he turned to Zack (who was giggling), shook his head, sighed and said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ugh...... You. Are. Em&lt;em&gt;barrassing&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to be too mad after hearing that... I was so hard not to laugh at my boys in there little brotherly relationship, but I did my best to play my role as 'mom who caught the kids getting into trouble'... anyone else have trouble trying not to laugh when they are supposed to be stern? : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-8916029371920700507?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8916029371920700507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=8916029371920700507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8916029371920700507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8916029371920700507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/12/messy-brotherly-love.html' title='Messy Brotherly Love...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-665233745517989307</id><published>2008-12-23T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:01:50.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>Bath Time Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SVFkSO4ENVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DfQf-zLvoas/s1600-h/100_1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283114102275978578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SVFkSO4ENVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DfQf-zLvoas/s320/100_1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the picture that goes with this post is not actually from this particular bathtime, but I didn't take any pictures last night, so I just posted a picture from a previous bathtime... okay, now for the funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids sometimes try to use phrases and expressions that older people use and they don't always get it quite right... example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While giving the boys a bath last night, me and Blaine sat on the floor talking while the boys played for a bit in the water. Kadan was laying down on his back in the water. Zack was standing up holding onto the edge of the tub. Kadan was closing his eyes concentrating on 'floating'. When he opened his eyes, Zack was about to sit on his face, and Kadan (frustrated) exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Zack! Get your butt out of my face! You scared me in the crap!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (aka: You scared the crap out of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we about busted a gut we were laughing so hard. I can barely even type this to you, I am still laughing THAT hard remembering exactly how he said it. Hope you enjoyed that one, cuz we &lt;em&gt;certainly&lt;/em&gt; did. : )&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/4759510951816677408-665233745517989307?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/665233745517989307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=665233745517989307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/665233745517989307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/665233745517989307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/12/bathtime-humor.html' title='Bath Time Humor'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SVFkSO4ENVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DfQf-zLvoas/s72-c/100_1404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759510951816677408.post-8750299760740736692</id><published>2008-11-07T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:22:13.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injuries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerbils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>A sad little boy...</title><content type='html'>So Kadan is thoroughly loving the gerbils. He's pretty good with them all, and they'll let him hold them. But... not so good things happen when little boys love their gerbils a bit TOO much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am switching the gerbils cage, Kadan is playing with the gerbils in the cage next to me, but my back is turned. All of a sudden I hear him SCREAMING. I turn to see a gerbil HANGING FROM HIS LIP! And Kadan is flailing his arms about and crying. I grab the gerbil and she lets go after a couple seconds and blood is just DRIPPING from Kadan's lower lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?!" I ask him. But I was sure I already knew. When the gerbils were tiny babies (before their eyes opened, when they would mostly just sit there) Kadan would give them kisses on their backs.... Oh, dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kadan... were you trying to give her a kiss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!" He says though cries and wails. (At this point we're still working on stopping the bleeding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sweetheart, we can't kiss the gerbils. They're big now. They don't like it anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, still crying uncontrollably as I dab the blood, "But I wuv 'em!" (bursts into great big sobs again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears were definitely just as much from hurt feelings as pain! As much as it broke our hearts to see him so sad and hurt, we couldn't help but smile. Even funnier was the fact that he still really really loves them after having one hang by their teeth from his lip! He is apparently very forgiving to those he cares for.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes our second animal bite this year. (The first was Zack being bit by a goat at the petting zoo.  You'll have too look up that story on our family blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy animal loving everyone! (but save the kisses for humans!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-8750299760740736692?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8750299760740736692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=8750299760740736692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8750299760740736692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8750299760740736692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-little-boy.html' title='A sad little boy...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-4330737192386695841</id><published>2008-10-19T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:39:43.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>Expressions</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how kids don't understand all those expressions that we can safely assume all adults do understand? Yet they still seem to pick them up... though not necessarily use them correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, I was getting so frustrated about random everyday stress and Kadan rolls his eyes and says, "Oh, get your horses, mom."  My mood instantly improved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan left the room while Zack was trying to play with him and Zack burst into big sobbing tears. I told Kadan, "Oh, buddy, Zack was trying to play with you. Look, he's crying! You broke his heart!"   Kadan, "No, I didn't. I didn't. I didn't hit him, mom."   A couple weeks later at preschool Kadan says to another child, "I broke your heart! Ha ha ha. Now I have to fix you." And went to get the toy doctor set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-4330737192386695841?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4330737192386695841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=4330737192386695841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4330737192386695841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4330737192386695841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/expressions.html' title='Expressions'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-3909961432342402423</id><published>2008-05-31T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:43:19.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>If Our House Had Feet...</title><content type='html'>Kadan has had a very active imagination lately. Or I suppose maybe he always had it, he's just lately acquired enough language that he can express his active imagination! Last night as I was tucking him into bed, he told me he was scared. He's been saying that once in a while lately, so I try and sit by his bed and talk to him about nice things for awhile to get his mind off it. Our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;, "It's okay, you're safe in our house. Our house is very safe and I'll come in and check on you in a few minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadan&lt;/em&gt;, "My bed is safe? And our house is safe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;, "That's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadan,&lt;/em&gt; with a suddenly big smile, "If our house had feet under it would get up and walk and we could go to Grandma's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom, after recovering from confusion&lt;/em&gt;, "Yes... if our house had feet under it, it could walk to Grandma's. But our house doesn't have feet. That would be silly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadan, giggling&lt;/em&gt;, "Yeah, that's silly. But if it DID have feet... then we could all go to Grandma's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;, "Yes, we could, now it's time to go to sleep. Our house is going to stay in Pocatello for a long long time, but in a few weeks we'll take our car to Grandma's house, deal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadan&lt;/em&gt;, "Not our house? Okay, we just go in our car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;, "Goodnight, buddy. Love you best in the west."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadan, (using his pronunciation)&lt;/em&gt; "Wuv you bes in a wes in a wes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-3909961432342402423?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/3909961432342402423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=3909961432342402423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/3909961432342402423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/3909961432342402423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-our-house-had-feet.html' title='If Our House Had Feet...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-5763852475748976341</id><published>2008-05-21T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:56:12.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kadan&apos;s funny comments'/><title type='text'>The Things Kids Say...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted some of the funny comments Kadan says. Sadly... he's getting older and he's starting to talk more clearly and use better grammar, so structure and pronunciation is not quite as funny as it once was, but on the upside... his imagination is growing strong and that makes the content of his sentences even more funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing in the neighbors back yard (just next door, there's no kids, he just enjoys playing and visiting while the couple does yard work, and they enjoy his company), he was helping them fill up water balloons. They were showing him how to throw them at a tree so they would break. When I came over to the fence, he said, "Mommy! Watch!"  (he threw the balloon and cracked up laughing as it popped and splashed) "That's the funniest thing you ever seen!"  I laughed and said, "You're right, it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he was going downstairs to "rescue baby jaguar" (He loves 'Go, Diego, Go' on tv). I walked downstairs a few minutes later. He was very carefully holding my shoe (which is kind of the same colors as a jaguar, tan and black) and saying, "Baby jaguar... (pause)... why you come downstairs three times?... (pause, then he says in a high voice)  Cuz I just did. I want to.  (then in normal voice) Oh, okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a conversation he had with the outside one day when I told him to come inside and get ready for bed. (Yes, you heard me right, he had this conversation with 'the outside'.)&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "I have to go inside now, bye outside!"&lt;br /&gt;The Outside (aka: Kadan in a high voice), "Why? You can't play on my grass anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "No, my mommy said I have to go to bed now. I have to get my jammies."&lt;br /&gt;The Outside, "Okay, bye. See you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Kadan, "Bye, I have to lock the door. Bye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-5763852475748976341?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5763852475748976341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=5763852475748976341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5763852475748976341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/5763852475748976341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-kids-say.html' title='The Things Kids Say...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-2252396803127284462</id><published>2008-05-12T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:30:45.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Cool Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-55.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1513209474809456469&amp;amp;site=widget-55.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474809456469&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-55.slide.com/p1/1513209474809456469/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474809456469&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-55.slide.com/p2/1513209474809456469/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=1513209474809456469&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-55.slide.com/m/1513209474809456469/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4759510951816677408-2252396803127284462?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2252396803127284462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=2252396803127284462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2252396803127284462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2252396803127284462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-cool-kid.html' title='One Cool Kid'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-8818208689203171199</id><published>2008-05-12T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:16:43.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only a boy'/><title type='text'>WHAT are you DOING!?!?</title><content type='html'>Kadan is all boy. There is no question. There is no doubt. I did not try to raise him this way. I tried to help him develop a sensitive, caring side (and he does have it). But everything you can imagine that is stereotypical of a little boy doing... he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out the window to see Kadan from behind and in front of him I see this stream of liquid shooting out in front of him (about waist high). Well, obviously I assume nature called and he didn't want to come inside to the bathroom to do his business. However, once I thought about it, I realized my little boy and his little boy body is not quite capable of shooting it quite that far! I walked outside and realized he was standing over the sprinkler watching it shoot out from between his legs. He turned to look at me with a great big grin on his face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan's words: "Yook, Mommy! It's yike I peeing! Dat's funny!"&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: "Look, Mommy! It's like I'm peeing! That's funny!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures do not do it justice, because it's hard to see the water coming from between his legs, and when I first saw him he was facing the other direction, but it was too funny not to share it with the world. Enjoy! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SCjydZh4tVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7D68auWxq-g/s1600-h/100_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199672356682380626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SCjydZh4tVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7D68auWxq-g/s400/100_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SCjyd5h4tWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BZNXA63o3Ok/s1600-h/100_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199672365272315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SCjyd5h4tWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BZNXA63o3Ok/s400/100_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-8818208689203171199?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8818208689203171199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=8818208689203171199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8818208689203171199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/8818208689203171199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-you-doing.html' title='WHAT are you DOING!?!?'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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/_CKsnac-Hl_w/SCjydZh4tVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7D68auWxq-g/s72-c/100_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759510951816677408.post-103358400300283905</id><published>2008-04-07T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:52:24.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Kadan's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564256114368&amp;amp;site=widget-c0.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564256114368&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p1/432345564256114368/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564256114368&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p2/432345564256114368/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for coming and for Kadan's wonderful gifts! And thanks to Aunt Mandy and Great Grandma Jones and Great Grandma Clawson for the birthday cards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-103358400300283905?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/103358400300283905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=103358400300283905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/103358400300283905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/103358400300283905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/kadans-3rd-birthday.html' title='Kadan&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-2155444806185914103</id><published>2008-04-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:58:27.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>My Little Preschooler</title><content type='html'>I have always loved teaching preschoolers, but it was always hard to imagine having a preschooler of my own. And now I do! Kadan turned 3 yesterday! His birthday party was on Friday, because General Conference was this weekend and we didn't want anyone to have a conflict in plans. We attempted to have a Toy Story themed party, but there weren't too many things of this theme. Oh, well. He's 3. He enjoyed it! We had a Toy Story cake, Toy Story balloons, and he got Toy Story toys from Mommy and Daddy. (Grandma Minnie and Grandpa Brent also got him Toy Story toys, but he doesn't get those until Thursday, when he goes to their house.) We tried to have a Toy Story themed dinner as well. Here was our menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers ("Hamm" the piggy bank)&lt;br /&gt;Hot dogs ("Slinky Dog")&lt;br /&gt;Potato wedges ("Mr. Potato Head)&lt;br /&gt;Veggie tray (I attempted to make it into the shape of a dinosaur for "Rex")&lt;br /&gt;Marshmellow fruit salad (in a bowl decorated as one of "Bo Peep's" sheep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadan loved having everyone here for his party. He kept singing, "Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me!" Sometimes he got confused and said he was "Fwee months old". We all had a good laugh.  I was like, "Oh, no, buddy, I KNOW &lt;em&gt;you've&lt;/em&gt; been around longer than that! You're 3 &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt; old." I do love him &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much, of course, but he certainly does make his presence known!      : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-2155444806185914103?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2155444806185914103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=2155444806185914103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2155444806185914103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/2155444806185914103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-little-preschooler.html' title='My Little Preschooler'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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-4759510951816677408.post-4119372553770069967</id><published>2008-04-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:41:24.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog for my big boy...</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I have too many wonderful things to say about my children, but I know that not everyone cares about every little thing my adorable 3 year old says. However... I do care about every little thing and I want a special place to post ALL the funny things he does! : )  So this is the place to come if you want a good laugh and a smile to last all day, because those are the things my Kadan brings into my life. This blog is for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks to Alli, my cousin, for giving me the idea to make a blog for each of my boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759510951816677408-4119372553770069967?l=kbh2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4119372553770069967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4759510951816677408&amp;postID=4119372553770069967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4119372553770069967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759510951816677408/posts/default/4119372553770069967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbh2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-for-my-big-boy.html' title='A blog for my big boy...'/><author><name>Karrianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848705966158080084</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></feed>
